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The Forbidden Oathing Ceremonies Of The Anjiru: A Translucent Gnosis

In the liminal spaces linking God and Nature, I submit my request. In the waning phases between life and death, I invite my judgement. In the dreaming and the waking, the giving and the taking, shall my kind inherit fate. The light that drapes all states. The vice that plagues old ways.


In the heat of the midnight sun, a luminous wanderer steps on a two by one. Like the spiralling motions of Cege Wa Kibiru's flute enchantments, the snakes speak of a kingdom come.


A freedom bird disguises its wings in the unfettered reflections of a swirling pearl, where the children of the great clans sing a song of a fiery world unfurled.


Keepers of the void, for as long as new leaves uncurl, may the secrets of the mountain and its infernal rituals sustain us all.


In the fluid tapestry of Nyagathanga's flight patterns, an ode to the ever expanding spheres of time entwining Mumbi's womb, the great house branches out into distances travelled only by carriers of the sacred gourd. Like a vessel catches form in light, so does a dilating allure orbit a glowing sight.



In the shifting planes governing laws of good and evil, I submit my request. In the waning phases between life and death, I invite my judgement. In the dreaming and the waking, the giving and the taking, shall my kind inherit fate. The light that drapes all states. The vice that plagues old ways.



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