Fliyin with your love my Goddess the butterfly has been hardened in the cocoon and is not afraid of the bee, the Bear Cub or the bird. FOr through deep pain the seasons will renew the bitter root to birth the exact frequency which emits her imminence. Inside the cocoon the remnants of the butterfly’s supposed treasures. All there to mask the tiny cell of an existence meant to coat the vulnerabilities in armor but truly smothering the Design. The deep design only properly examined in Goddess’ radiant light in the play circle all gathered to worship.