The upper hand of the dogma of life tries to press down on my own potential and I file away the meant cause. All lamps are lit and the shadows back into the black and is completely dissolved and absorbed into the Black Intent of Room.
I am potent, but yet so tiny, that I can seed even the smallest of needs. To take the worthy and enclose it in a cylinder of light lit by my Source, is to intake the constant of constancy.
The period of flow await the signal conception.

Celtic Imprint #6: "This Imprint activates the cellular memory matrix on all levels. This allows the highest potential for Self to vibrate into manifested wholeness, which potentizes the Dream of Beingness.