Three Winds Logs.

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An indeterminate amount of time has passed...

Light took form and channels of thought and empathy took shape.

Ninlil felt the mastery of many songs.. or shapes in its mind.. An adult Morph form.. Fighter-warform.. The curious Wild song-drone.. armed and bristled with power. it was almost too easy... to use against.. -prey-

Ninlil was tempered with the discipline of non other then the final soul to imprint on the share that made him. It was only through three winds that Ninlil comprehended the Sharing of the void-striding.. cruiser-war form.. and to share the zenith form the great song and sing it with namtaras song within the essence of the great marduk.. Still growing.. yet to be birthed into the dream.

Essences of the morphs mind the "seed" had flowered and flowed freely... But a piece of this mosaic dragged against the flow.

It was within moments he felt the presence of his master..meditating within the ancient copper pyramid in the temple of the apocalypse on Malta.



"Mar-Sara-Named... 'ours' Sing-Three winds...song... 'ours' -share- (love)"



Galactic distance snapped tightly to an old man... long in years seeing so many promises and hopes die in the annals of history..and faith.. The hopes were the hardest.. But that voice of his grand nephew touched him.

Tears spilled from old eyes.. there was.. proof in his heart.. The long years spun him into a withered husk that had telepathic and telekinetic powers no mere man or woman would dream of having... but the cost of such discipline... the years of coming to terms with ones self in the eyes of the divine ment.. No family.

No home. Just acolytes.. cultists.. exsarchs and wind-callers.

Three winds mastered each path of the acolyte... He spoke in tongues and gave respect when it was due and when his enemies spat in his face.

The divine had rewarded him with eternal life...

It did not.. feel like a lie anymore.. In that Moment.. it was the only reward for faith the master teacher ever experienced.

Being shown the promise from the ascended aliens.. was different then reciving the salutation of love from a lost... and dead child of his own family.

Mar Sara.. remembered the Catholic temples he attended as a child.. prayed on his knees with his family. But it was only to him the blue angle of space spoke to. And later the beings of light that gave him dreams..

Was it their dreams given? or has he intruded.. by.. gods hands?

It did not matter.. any longer.. Three winds awakened.. if the Light he was permitted.. he would preach the word of the children of the apocalypse.. himself.. now and long after mar Sara passed from this universe.