Zion Volante
Bio
Professional Wrestler speaking truth to the masses. Known as The Prophet Assassin.
Stories (3/0)
The Emanations
I...for he was peace. In his mere singularity, he was of one, by one, and for all....but yet. Yet in its being, there held unrest. As Keter came to him, he spoke in him. He knew of the past of the future, and the future of the past. Keter was the overseer, the foresight, and the hind. He instructed he known as Zion Volante that it was time to arise soon. He told him that they were waiting for him.
By Zion Volante3 years ago in Poets
Reflection of the Lesson
Once upon a dream... we sat in a land of future, in different realms at the same time. Daunting all our grievances to the innards of our soul, of our egos. We sat pitched in a tint of disdain for what we had known, not knowing from long ago who we were. Once upon a dream, we met at the crossroads, with only our inner selves knowing our true identity. With only out unconscious selves remembering who we truly were. Unaware of each other, but only as words spoken through the eyes. We rode our train to our destinations call, following the only path we knew. On the train we rode, in an instant of futures past.
By Zion Volante5 years ago in Poets
Eve of the Dream
Once upon a dream...I walked in the light of the world. Seeking nothing, and loving all. In everything, thee was the joy of love, the sound of peace, the tranquility of triumph. As a walked upon the path, of the Sun, I knew only my purpose. A purpose of becoming the very light I walked in. As I passed the waning branches of even the most desolate of things, I spoke, and they sprang to life, speaking back with abundance and life. When I began, I was the servant of hope...the patriarch of faith. In the wisdom of the Worlds, I was there to guide. When I began, I was all, and all was I. When I began...I spoke hello.
By Zion Volante5 years ago in Poets