emmengard

Our Elowen painted this for Niberu, our first friends who are a system. We became friends talking about our inner worlds together.

The plains, and the tree are where their mindscape emanated from. Ours begins atop a heavily forested hill, within a complex magical house. The corridors are ever moving, with doors that open not to the room on the other side, but always precisely to where you wish to go.

We found their mindscape barren and stark on first encounter, but Meridas of Niberu said that in fact it did not feel that way to them at all. It was a strange spiritual place, like that moment when you reach the top of a mountain and realize there is nothing between you and the sky.

Elowen was overcome by the beauty of that description and immediately started asking for as much details as they would supply her with.

On the plains of Niberu there is no day or night, only a soft glow and the sky is an ever shifting miasma of colors, turquoise, blue, purple and pink. The time seems to move in strange spurts. Sitting by the tree you can watch the sand pile up and blow away, see erosion as it happens, as the blowing sand etches the pillars in the rock forest. Only the tree, hard and black against the sky, is unchanging. And everything has a sort of after image, a rippling quality in space time as the objects move through a world at a disparate speed.

She painted this for them.

It reminds us of the great and startling beauty that is found in the differences between us all.

Much love,
Miles of Emmengard

Painting by Elowen of Emmengard