I’m sitting outside the library in Summerville, appropriately named because I feel myself in the Summerlands, the radiance of light and expansion moving through me in washes of akashic lightning

Such is the nature of the Quest itself, divinations occuring in perfect moments which inform into the song and substance of what is. To my fae sight the lightning was the very kiss of heaven and earth, carrying within it’s atmosphere the very clarity that was moving through my form, happening in perfect correspondence with the clarified lightning of my building of the digital expanse in similar service

It was during this time that the lightning spoke to me, reminding me of the connection between Promethea and Captain Marvel (Shazam) and how they embodied the masculine and feminine aspects of the magic along the Quest, carried along the stormclouds alongside a chorus of Norse mythos