We’d like to show the side of the world you don’t normally see on television.

Holders of Magic

We are the rare holders of magic, masters of the realm of shadow, the world of dreams; we walk the electric spider-web, mind to mind, heart to heart. We fly. Persisting in our knowledge, we open the doors from the land of mediocrity and face the marvel that is the starry sky, the diamond lit universe refracting into a thousand splinters of light. We are the secret keepers, knowledge hidden but not unfound, a multi-verse paged book found in the cave recesses of our dreams, open to the seeker. Do you need directions? Can you hear the music? A book we can all read if we choose -the song we write. Desiring to witness the life pulsating out of the green leaf, the sun captured into a joyous abundance and flowers open to our rapture, to our sensual delight…and bees dancing to heady perfume as the fox eats mushrooms, ears tweaked, capturing the sound of all that is.