What we are essentially is magical, ethereal, untameable.
We enter into the construct of this “reality” dependent upon others to guide us, help us, to support our growing into our best capabilities.
Imagine my surprise and horror to be born into such a time where genius of the great masters before has been bludgeoned nearly dead and buried!
White flesh and fragile skin, fine blond hair and gray eyed depths within made me the target of pedophiles and power-hungry corruptors – yet, Truth kept my soul from sin.
You false prophets who conscript our allegiences; you aberrations of evolution’s innovative strategists – kneel before the Light of Righteous Indignation!
Know humbleness to calm your swollen egos, to feed your bloat-starved bellies, and to at last find peace over bitterness to embrace your kin.
Candid Corvid Productions 