Patrick Wanek
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I am many things. A lover of art and music. A spiritualist.

I'm also young, and I know it.

Why am I here?

I'm looking for a community of intellectuals with which to share ideas. There are some big world events on the horizon that we all need to be prepared for. If you're reading this go ahead and shoot me a message, chat for a bit. =)


            A young boy sits on the edge of a tall bluff, watching the sun set in a palette of red, orange, and pink hues which bleed across the darkening, star speckled sky. The boy, known as Hania by his people, gazes in awe as the colorful rays saturate the sparse cumulonimbus clouds, lighting them up with radiance and casting long shadows over the lush green valley. Below the precipice rumbles the sparkling Euphrates river, twisting and turning in powerful knots towards a far off land.

            Hania stands, in a state of simple existence with the sun, the stars, and the mountain. The soft fresh breath of rolling mountain wind presses against the boy's cheeks, brushing his raven black hair out of his green eyes. A tiny flame ignites within his heart. The clouds part to reveal a glowing full moon high above as it slowly trades the falling sun for ruler-ship in the heavens. A particular patch of stars shine brightly behind the moon's majesty; the constellation of Scorpius.

            The boy sinks low in a feral crouch, arms planing out behind him in a state of perfect balance. His fingers molt and ripple away into elegant black feathers, stretching along the length of his arms, then shoulders, and down his muscular back. In one fell swoop, he throws himself forward into open space, plummeting over the tall, tree-capped ridge. Blood rushes to his face, and an odd feeling of total and perfectly controlled terror consumes his mind.

            His wings catch the airwaves and he soars, arching upwards into the heavens. The boy sheds his mortal form and all of his worldly attachments, surrendering to the supreme and primal nature of the eagle, who is king of the skies, and observer of the world. God has bestowed this gift upon young Hania, and along with it an obligation to rid the world of fear.

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At 5:06am on February 21, 2014, janet myers said…

Patrick, it is a pleasure to ready your insightful and inspiring writing....welcome to this family in TOR. 
I look forward to your participations here.  Wholeness!

At 9:02am on July 20, 2012, Matt Switzer said…

thanks patrick, i am digging some of you tracks as well. :) sharing is caring

At 11:35pm on July 18, 2012, Matt Switzer said…

hi patrick, thanks for accepting me friend! :)

 
 
 

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