⚔️🐯🐍 Strike of the Tiger Serpent

Looking out the sliding glass door of my ground floor studio…

A beautiful misty night scene, the cool blue fog glows revealing a silhouette of a cattle barn, against the mountain dawn.

Wouldn’t the photo look even better with The Bull standing in a silhouette?

We do a magic spell from inside the glass door to summon The Bull.

🐂☀️ Summoned it now was, emerging from the shadows of the inner barn, stepping out into the light of day, the sun itself emerges from behind the mountain as The Bull steps into the light.

Yet fast now it betrays our orders, a Trojan Horse come through my summons from the veil of the night.

Charging fast upon us with the blackness in his eyes of death, charging fast directly toward us as a weapon sent to seize my soul.

Charge then The Bull toward the right glass window, smashing through the screen protector and stopping cold with the surface of the glass.

The Bull’s one short horn as the bindi of a unicorn stops fast before the glass.

Penetrating the screen door yet not a mark remains on the window over which a spell of protection was cast by me.

Retreat then The Bull to take a second charge, yet then I realize it is charging the left glass window.

No spell protects the left glass window.

No spell would protect I from he.

Fled I now fast through my inner realms, cowering in the Fear of the Night I cast myself into my bathroom, therin exposing my light vessel to The Fear.

Slamming the door and pushing it, a shockwave burst the door open as I struggle to keep the door closed.

💥🐂 SMASH I see through the space in the doorway, The Bull breaks through the left glass sending window shattering glass throughout my dream realms.

Throughout the realms the glass burst, and I close the door, protecting my body from the sharp teeth of the shattered glass.

Fast does the devourer move directly towards me, moving in elongated lines.

Fast does he push open the door.

The Bull has now shape shifted into a Serpent with the head of a Tiger.

Synaptic stripes of orange and black pulse in a smooth rhythmic vibration through the length of the Tiger Serpent’s body.

Swiftly does the chimera strike my left arm, through the space in the doorway, sending blood splattering across the wall.

It’s jaws of rage bear down upon my bone, staring into my soul a menacing stare attempting to crush my bones.

I implement my Right Hand of Strength, bearing down upon the Serpents jaws, pulling them up with all of my strength, and great strength indeed do I use to bend the jaws of the devourer upward, releasing my left arm from doom.

Blood trailing in the wind I move fast upon the devourer, pulling out my sword of light, dancing in circular rhythmic patterns, flowing in smooth flowing curves that evaded the knowledge of the Tiger Serpent.

Clear then could I see through it’s movements, predict it’s patterns of flight.

Ahead in its timeline I moved, cut between the circles with my light sword, patterns that predicted the movement of The Tiger Serpent, dancing with me in an ecstatic flight.

Cut I then the serpent twice at the belly with my light sword, securing the mortal blow.

Yet the death blow to the devourer had already been dealt, the serpent still had means to destroy me.

Fast again it struck I, the serpents jaws and teeth bearing down on my Right Arm of Strength this time, penetrating deep but missing the bone.

Clench it down upon the muscle mass of my upper arm, the jaws of the devourer seized upon and disabled my Right Arm of Strength.

The ceilings of my realm are scorched in the ethers of my blood.

The eyes of the Tiger glow as the blood that flows out from my bitten arm.

Deep, I summon my left arm to come to my protection, seize I with my left arm the jaws of the devourer, opening up its dragon tiger jaws slowly releasing the pressure from Right Arm of Strength, as the Tiger’s jaws bear deep into the splitting muscle fibers.

My left arm is not strong enough to release the Tiger Serpent’s jaws, it’s teeth remain embedded in my right arm.

Visceral is the sensation, aware of the internal structure yet without pain as suffering, just a vibration of data pulsing through my brainwave, know I the muscles damage and how to heal it, found by way of the light to heal the inner fibers.

In this moment of mortal crisis, the eternal moment shines forth and an insight dwells within me.

True Power is born of Love and Wisdom, and used up without losing it.

Long ago I learned how to cast off the fear, yet always seeping through the cracks in the crystal, integrating the fragment of fear that attempts to find my crystal of wisdom, penetrating the formed bodies to seep in through the cracks in my mind.

As light explores the dark, so the dark explores the light.

Power do they wield that is equal in their realm but not greater than the Ways of the Light.

Emerging from this knowing, I fall from the eternal moment, emerging back into the fight.

Saw I now that because the Serpent’s jaw was clenched on my arm, it formed a straight line through time, a static target to slice fast.

Hastened I with my left weilded sword, and at a speed beyond time, dealt the instant death strike to The Serpent with my sword of light.

Fast I cut twice across the heart now with my light sword, four cuts in all, splitting all but the axis of the Devourer, splitting apart its body to down around the spine.

Guts splattered wide from the heart of the devourer, more real than I had imagined it to be.

Flash past, the guts of the Devourer fall fast from the sky, severed layers of organ structures cross-sectioned exposed to the light of the sun, falling deep from out of the sky above the barn.

Pounding hard on the Earth.

Bubble and wither does the blood of the Devourer as it lands hard on the ground, spewing thick liquid that dissolves into ether.

And it leaves me with a voice that resolves later:

“Seek ye the inner pathways to the light and heal the cracks in your mind, then surely these beasts shall never find you in their night.”

End dream transmission and I gradually wake up in bed.