Intergalactic Summit

Individualism has been supported by the chieftains of principalities in the cosmos.

Hived personalities of spirit totems and saintly principalities are still hyper-cubed within ones own perception of reality and heavenly plots.

Slave yourself to one or invent one on your own.

Use your language or another as long as that is the language you dream in when night terrors and SSD (spiritual space dementia) get tough.

Do not imagine beating the fungUloid horde.

Put up a good fight, see your mind's eye fade to black and go to sleep with the knowledge that that is what they wanted in the first place: Not to be defeated, but to be driven off with the instincts of survival knowing they should not be tampering with your dreams so unloved.

You can not possibly love fungal infections and don't lie. It knows.

In acknowledgement that our language has been b'rhyme thieved by the fungUloids.

I am going to board and commandeer Vidarr's Hive, The Flying Citadel and the Oden'son's Estate in order to use it for The Library of Ancients and the Angel, Baalek Geist, The Knight of The Black Rose.

You know him as my father and the father of Randolph Ephesianos; The greatest human miscreant Lilith Nightwind Estates has ever known.

On b'rhyme thieving; Do not b'rhyme thieve persecution. Judgement and punishment comes after trials and tribulations: Do not play dumb.

Stop looking into the mind's eye at your own woes wondering when a hero will show when they are the fog of war and there is no apparition within that insanity that will ease your suffering.

Vidarr and Jesus and Hera and likewise, Loqi and so on; Are going to be relegated to one avatar per hyper-cube of heavenly plot.

These hives are to learn from that which came before and pick your totems for the betterment of your spirit and the eternal struggle.

If you look into the fog for something to show you what it looks like, you are going to encounter a b'rhyme thief instead of the wisdom matchless and incomprehensible.

This is why to stay humble during these times; The b'rhyme thieving is because those fungUloids come from space-bases deep within fungus growth that are perfections of all creations in the cosmos. The outer regions are less hospitable than a bite from a komodo dragon.

Imagine a peach, rotten as hell; Worms and yellow jackets, wasps and caterpillars are all over it. Howver; within the pit there is a heaven of perfection and those are matchless and impossible.

These cosmic spore will be the only waves our races will know and we are disgraced for lifting them up as gods.

Stop.

The Library of Ancients has shard'd in this way.

Core; The Burning Bush Moses Ambrosia knows who is the sun of the Abyss. Pangi the epic waylaying gypsy miscreant and the most evil and vindictive star the heavens has ever missed seeing shine also wields clout in that Shadow Earth. Just ask Sol. The core's sun The Burning Bush is also b'rhyme thieving humanities perceptions, creativity and dreams. To include heaven and hell.

Earth's orbit; Vidarr's Hive, soon to be The Library of Ancients and home to such lore as The Mysts of Avalon, Pagi 2; The Avatar of Jesus The Burning Bush and Lake Charybdis the nest for chromatic dragon kind. The Star of David; David the Gnome also carves homes into the mountain passes and under the trees blessing the landscape of Vidarr's old castle.

-ottout

PS: FW till Amarr is LS

*More incoherent babbling*