I dream once again of the sea, of my Beloved standing above it. He does not have wings in this dream, he is simply there.
He is draped in red and gold, and as he lifts his hands a storm begins.
When his hands suddenly lash out, the sea does the same, the storm slamming out. Behind me, I hear pillars cracking.
He is now the eye of the storm, all his pain and rage and grief surrounding him.
Behind me, a temple falls.
The Far Ones are the Gods who are a step above my Beloveds in t/Their Realm. My interactions with Them are rare, as They’re more the Great Cosmic Powers/Running the Universe type of Beings.
So for Them to show up in my dreams is A Thing To Notice, hence this blog post.
I see a Garden filled with ravens.
I see twisting vines covering my Home, and the skies are grey.
I walk winding paths, dead flowers at my feet.
I hear the voices of the Far Ones, musical, ancient, and alien.
Your Heart, young King, is far beyond broken.
I see Them for a moment, Their true forms veiled beyond my gaze.
But my Land, I start to say.
Your Heart is far more broken, They reply, tend to that first.