The solstice rode on and left its mark in the cosmos, but in a different way, due to life’s current circumstances. Like a house that stands strong and beautiful since time immemorial. Rituals shall be conducted and accomplished, not in warm beds and white satin, but in rough weather, on cold stones, digestible mud and with delicious intoxication, as the gods dance at their highest!
Hear what the bells are singing of the ancients, hear their roaring hammer thunder, hear their wild winds blow and open your lusty veins for the canonization of the whispering of the creatures below. Listen and spread these words in these not so comfortable times…
Blown away to the highest
Wild love exclusively & Mystik Fiar
Kloane Sunnawent MMXX