Three Winds Logs.

[HuggieSunrise]

Searching seeking...

"The warmth is there. No Its all. All is warm?"

The beginning thoughts of the composite the form of the morph young and hardening to the vacuum... The tendrils instinctively sought out metal "parts" and took them from the remains of many lives given to the tapestry of what it would come to refer to as 'ours'.

Tendrils and arcs of electricity unbounded couplings found circuits and capacitors in the weapons that adorned three winds once meekly armed craft, a gun here.. a shield generator there from another member of the cooperate of Ninlil. All of the ships had something to offer.. their occupants gone.. the tearing of metal and hull.

"Discord in all these parts, we break we tear apart, wait.. We? us. Ours. They are ours.. we.. are.. 'We'."

The morphic body left the shrine, its ... odd ability to know when it was time.. The morph floated out by instinct.. its body catering to the needs of the energy with it..the precious "stuff" of light.. the "source" of what was known as 'ours'.

Confusing concepts where brought under the order of what could only be felt as... a feeling of growing bigger. larger then the one self Three Winds or any of the others begain to fade not into a void but a growing of light.

each flame brought closer, closer, closer still..

*** We are/is form Ninlill placeholder/identity of 'our' parts ***

It emanated through theta waves out into the void of the ancient system around it. Like a cave it echoed in the radiation, Absentmindedly It found other minds, Familiar strangely yet unknown.

Ninlil still had difficulty emanating thoughts stuck in an almost unconscious dream of many symbols becoming ordered into a single shining light.

The source was elsewhere yet present within itself but the source was also itself, around it... Old ideas slowly died when it approached the fortress.

For some reason... it started to actually "see" things instead of sense them in the way you would see.. instead of the way the blind Zen master in a pitch black room hits the bullseye... obviously the former rice farmer who studied the aspects of zen had a long and arduius path to get TO the point of hitting the target because he percived it "within" but the sences of Ninlil and that of its mind parts... were adapting and finnaly found the impulse to open its "eyes".

And ion storm was approaching... and Ninlil recalled speaking to two outcasts.. one in a large piece of metal.. and another in a smaller peace.. they sheltered it. And it knew this was the way of his people

.... oops. Its parts people.


It wondered if remembering its parts was important or not. It continued to listen to the warmth and power of source thought and source energy.. it felt immense when it joined with the "nest places" hidden in the darkness of the clouds.

but none the less it felt like an infant only.. reverse.. instead of being oblivious and not aware of being oblivious... but being accustomed to thoughts but not the "natural" thoughts. Some creeped in.. it felt like breathing rather then thinking..


*** ideas/thoughts create/reveal -disruption- ( frustration ) ***


but on the other hand listening to source.. was.. natural. ninlil felt like seeking more natural things and began to avoid darker older thought patterns ninlil craved calm.