dread honey

The tree of life as the center of paradise via the sacred enclosure, plus square and circle:

“And all should cry, Beware! Beware!

His flashing eyes! His floating hair!

Weave a circle round him thrice.

And close your eyes with holy dread,

for he on honey-dew has fed

and drank the milk of paradise.”

The final lines of T.S. Coleridge’s poem Kubla Khan.

Support Group for Solasmancers after Trespasser

You are loved. You are not alone. We are in this together. Add some positivity and share. Maker knows we need it.

If you’re not a Solasmancer, some of your friends probably are. Share to comfort their precious vhenans.