The Nine Planes of Parsnip: The Realms that See Light: The Gates of Delirium and Bliss: Limen
We begin at night, in the doldrum hours of the soul.
We enter to leave and abandon, and achieve life again.
Be not afraid, be joyous! The cycle begins anew, afar, in time...
This is where we entered, once, so long ago. Dare ye remember what lies without? DARE YE?
Crafted to contain, these valves permit entry from absence into the greater glory of BEING. I, myself, stumbled upon them countless ages past whilst rooting about one winter day, and passing within, came to call the substance they contain "home".
Those that journey along the surface, who tread upon the Skin, may also come to pass through these portals and visit, a while, within.
Do not do so blithely, nor with careless glee; this be the Process of the Parsnip, and it begins on foot and alone.
© 2001 by The Brainmole , Curator of the Forbidden Parsnip and Traveler of the Nine Planes