THE ELEMENTAL ALCHEMIST - Light Incarnate
Her skin is encrusted with rough cut stones; small, round and multi-
fascetted, spiralling in circular patterns of all the shades of
blues, greens, silvers and golds we saw in the Bahamas; from milky
torquoise to dark saphire cobalt, from aquamarine green to deep
jade. These stones sparkle and shift in intensity according to the
environment she's in; be it water, snow, rain, lightening, bright
white morning light or velvetty darkness. A patette of irredescent
living radiance that burns differently with each tiny movement of
anything - such is the coat of the elusive elemental ....
The spines that protrude from her neck are long slim talons of
light, that spray infinitely fine whisps of liquid light from their
sharp ends when they are erect. Between each spine, a most delicate
weave of miniscule silver thread, forms an intricate web of
geometric design, most easily perceived in the early morning sunlight,
and at dusk ...
Sometimes minute drops of dew cling to the strands and act as
lenses, and one can glimpse the ordering forces of the universe in
the perfect golden mean based asymmetry.
Two twisted spires of clear quartz horn from her delicate visage.
They are both long and unimagineably sharp. They capture solar and
cosmic information which powers and ignites her crystal brain
beneath. Her eyes are diamond shaped and multifacetted, like cut
glass. They exude such emense light that the colours of her convex
lenses are rendered as deglo pinks, lime greens and brilliant light
yellow. They're too bright to look at for more than half a second.-
Often her eyes are half shut, only allowing the lower V of her
smoldering gaze; visable. Her sultry ears are long, narrow and
graceful; always alert and clad in tiny diamante spiralled patterns
and shades of tanzanite.
Her tail is extremely long and sometimes she curls it up as a
seahorse would. The end of it splits, and at a certain angle, may
resemble a minature whale tale. Delicate webbed hands with long
finger and thumbnails terminate four small but powerfil limbs.
Her wings she grows at will, and are made of the same crystalline
substance found in the spines of her thorny mane, yet the fabric of
the thread between is so tightly woven, that the wings appear solid
and mercurial in texture. When in flight we see ripples of light
shapes running across the wings as one would identify on rivers and
streams. A strong smell of irons exude along her flight path.
In the rain, water droplets collect between the fascets of her
rocky skin, and solidify. When she shakes herself, they fly off in
all directions and lie as tiny stars upon the earth. These diamonds
are known as alchemiacal diamonds in contrast to eg alluvial
diamonds found in river beds.
The underside of the alchemist, from beneath her chin to the tip of
her tail is soft and silky, translucent; a transparent mother of
pearl colour. If close up one can see the workings of fire and
light intermingle in various tones of fiery copper. When the
blazing of the fires calm, a rose quartz heart can be detected;
pulsating cooly and rhythmically within.
Silver and black smoke puffs from her nostrils at intervals.
Evidence of the transformatory process within. Occasionally shards
of copper tongues, fly from her mouth. Teeth of the same quartz
material as her two horns, detect and decipher very high frequency
sound, that is pitched beyond the sound of light. A language
between the 7th and 8th dimensions. Between energy and matter.
She's powered off light information only, absorbed through her
vibrant dappled crust, and two spired antenae.
And water .... she loves to drink cool clear water.
She has one living companion that she befriended long ago; a great
white eagle angel, that lives imperceivably high up in vacant
snow dusted mountain tops. A feathered nest of deep white plumage
holds the two of them cosily. The dragon warms the abode with her
inner fire, and sometimes the two of them sleep centuaries away. In
this dreamstate they enter raindrops, and plumet to earth in fast
falling, sometimes frozen prisms of light refracted. They're
swirled by the winds, and often dashed by great waves. Sometimes
they find themselves in the quietest fathomless black recesses of
mother earth, eternally still. A favorite is to be sucked up the
giant trunks of the baobab or yellowwood trees of Africa.
She loves to drape herself across the freezing icebergs of the
Antarctica, dive to the depths of the ocean and then hurtle upward and
beyond the ozone of our blue earth. She also loves snoozing for
hours on the motion of the surface of the sea. She's often been seen
spiralling around the whales and swimming in perfect harmony with
the dolphins, in their sewing motion in and out of the surface of
the ocean. And at times she glides into the earth where she swishes
around the hypnotic magnetic iron core, for years at a time.
Stirring up the sleepy bowels of the planet. This is a meeting
place where other dragons of the galaxy and far off solar systems;
converge, swim, dance, chase and merge.
But one dragon only is ever seen on the surface of its own domain.
The planet of its choice and ultimate co creation. It remains loyal
until the body returns to its star status, releasing the dragon
back to the central sun of its origin.
Her skin is encrusted with rough cut stones; small, round and multi-
fascetted, spiralling in circular patterns of all the shades of
blues, greens, silvers and golds we saw in the Bahamas; from milky
torquoise to dark saphire cobalt, from aquamarine green to deep
jade. These stones sparkle and shift in intensity according to the
environment she's in; be it water, snow, rain, lightening, bright
white morning light or velvetty darkness. A patette of irredescent
living radiance that burns differently with each tiny movement of
anything - such is the coat of the elusive elemental ....
The spines that protrude from her neck are long slim talons of
light, that spray infinitely fine whisps of liquid light from their
sharp ends when they are erect. Between each spine, a most delicate
weave of miniscule silver thread, forms an intricate web of
geometric design, most easily perceived in the early morning sunlight,
and at dusk ...
Sometimes minute drops of dew cling to the strands and act as
lenses, and one can glimpse the ordering forces of the universe in
the perfect golden mean based asymmetry.
Two twisted spires of clear quartz horn from her delicate visage.
They are both long and unimagineably sharp. They capture solar and
cosmic information which powers and ignites her crystal brain
beneath. Her eyes are diamond shaped and multifacetted, like cut
glass. They exude such emense light that the colours of her convex
lenses are rendered as deglo pinks, lime greens and brilliant light
yellow. They're too bright to look at for more than half a second.-
Often her eyes are half shut, only allowing the lower V of her
smoldering gaze; visable. Her sultry ears are long, narrow and
graceful; always alert and clad in tiny diamante spiralled patterns
and shades of tanzanite.
Her tail is extremely long and sometimes she curls it up as a
seahorse would. The end of it splits, and at a certain angle, may
resemble a minature whale tale. Delicate webbed hands with long
finger and thumbnails terminate four small but powerfil limbs.
Her wings she grows at will, and are made of the same crystalline
substance found in the spines of her thorny mane, yet the fabric of
the thread between is so tightly woven, that the wings appear solid
and mercurial in texture. When in flight we see ripples of light
shapes running across the wings as one would identify on rivers and
streams. A strong smell of irons exude along her flight path.
In the rain, water droplets collect between the fascets of her
rocky skin, and solidify. When she shakes herself, they fly off in
all directions and lie as tiny stars upon the earth. These diamonds
are known as alchemiacal diamonds in contrast to eg alluvial
diamonds found in river beds.
The underside of the alchemist, from beneath her chin to the tip of
her tail is soft and silky, translucent; a transparent mother of
pearl colour. If close up one can see the workings of fire and
light intermingle in various tones of fiery copper. When the
blazing of the fires calm, a rose quartz heart can be detected;
pulsating cooly and rhythmically within.
Silver and black smoke puffs from her nostrils at intervals.
Evidence of the transformatory process within. Occasionally shards
of copper tongues, fly from her mouth. Teeth of the same quartz
material as her two horns, detect and decipher very high frequency
sound, that is pitched beyond the sound of light. A language
between the 7th and 8th dimensions. Between energy and matter.
She's powered off light information only, absorbed through her
vibrant dappled crust, and two spired antenae.
And water .... she loves to drink cool clear water.
She has one living companion that she befriended long ago; a great
white eagle angel, that lives imperceivably high up in vacant
snow dusted mountain tops. A feathered nest of deep white plumage
holds the two of them cosily. The dragon warms the abode with her
inner fire, and sometimes the two of them sleep centuaries away. In
this dreamstate they enter raindrops, and plumet to earth in fast
falling, sometimes frozen prisms of light refracted. They're
swirled by the winds, and often dashed by great waves. Sometimes
they find themselves in the quietest fathomless black recesses of
mother earth, eternally still. A favorite is to be sucked up the
giant trunks of the baobab or yellowwood trees of Africa.
She loves to drape herself across the freezing icebergs of the
Antarctica, dive to the depths of the ocean and then hurtle upward and
beyond the ozone of our blue earth. She also loves snoozing for
hours on the motion of the surface of the sea. She's often been seen
spiralling around the whales and swimming in perfect harmony with
the dolphins, in their sewing motion in and out of the surface of
the ocean. And at times she glides into the earth where she swishes
around the hypnotic magnetic iron core, for years at a time.
Stirring up the sleepy bowels of the planet. This is a meeting
place where other dragons of the galaxy and far off solar systems;
converge, swim, dance, chase and merge.
But one dragon only is ever seen on the surface of its own domain.
The planet of its choice and ultimate co creation. It remains loyal
until the body returns to its star status, releasing the dragon
back to the central sun of its origin.
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