The Vaulted Heavens

The Vaulted Heavens
By: Deanna Jaxine Stinson, Heavenly Author
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The Gods and Goddess they entered through the doorways built by the cosmos. The stars are like curtains and the planets glow like jewels.

The universe is alive as one. The universe casts it’s reflections onto our lives. Just like our body is composed of different pieces, parts and magic; so is the universe. It is a heavenly body. We live in a world veiled by mystery. We live by the architecture and design of the Gods.

God’s Architecture
Poetry by: Deanna
The veils they loosen
For only a short while
The air becomes thick
Mysterious vampire
Worships
I am a temple of blood
Flames burning candle wicks
Papyrus scrolls
Purple skies
Devil’s kiss
Spells summon a shape shifter
Ashes like ink drifting
Like water and wood
Even further
Information rivers
Angelic feathers
Burning the truth
You would bring justice if you could
Sage is burning
Palo Santo wood
So the past will be undone

Palo Santo Wood
Job 22-14
Thick clouds veil him, so he does not see us
as he goes about in the vaulted heavens.’
(God)

The wise owl is hooting and it sounds like someone playing a recorder, a plastic flute. Hoot hoot; I hear over and over again. The summer rain is still falling down softly from the sky. The wood smells good like a fragrance from the cosmos. A beautiful white smoke fills the room along with the sweet taste. The air tastes moist, sugary and magical. Veils are loosened. They are fragile pieces of fabric that delicately contain the dimensions around us. Some are fashioned from the future, and some from the past.

The wood was popularly used amongst the Incans of Peru. This wood has been used for sacred purposes. The purpose of burning the wood is to banish negative spirits, cleanse the atmosphere and bring good luck.
The wood opens and closes the veils that surround us.

White Mage
Stars fall down in a spiral motion
Turning to stone like pillars in the ocean
Tides splash around me
Sounds like a full moon melody
And I heard songs like
Words of eternity
Return to me
God is like a white mage
He bathes my soul
In prisms of smoke and sage
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My dream from last night;
I dreamed that there was a little girl walking up some steep wooden stairs. She had on white dress, white tights and buckled white sandals on. She was holding a teddy bear with her right arm. The stairs began to wind like we are in a high tower. I knew that she was a phantom and I was struggling to keep up to her.

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Sweet Sanctuary
By: Deanna Jaxine Stinson
Sugar in the air
It tastes like moist smoke
Vanilla
A cool pear
From a sacred tree
A wet kiss
on my lips
like dew drops
Summer day
Your heart
Is my chapel
I pray
And in your arms
I find Heaven
Vaulted ceilings
A church
In a haze of mist
And meaning
My sanctuary in
Moonlight and nature
You and I in a
A beautiful storm

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Try not to hurt anybody if you can, sometimes that kind of pain will never go away…
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Deanna Jaxine Stinson aka The Black Rose
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