Smells of the black sage, envisioning hills and mountains intact in their majesty. A return home. A sacred heart pulses in communion with the Wyrd. We can weave heaven on earth. Cosmic collaborations thread beauty through love, a portal of choice points to align with the most high vision. Cocreate, regenerate, believe. We have helpers, they walk with me. Blue lights, benevolent energy. Like peacock feathers at twilight, magick is free. Adorned, adored, a door into the mystery.