A Patron of Dr. Figma Imagia

I’m in a magical whimsical phase having been born in this collapsing age. I like building bridges between the earth to the knotty woo woo, in all that it’s worth. It’s really a zig-zag and up and down, in fact if I’m honest it’s hard to pin down. Is it earth to spirit or spirit to earth? Is it found in the heavens or in the dirt? It’s all around, in this pleasant space, as I take a turn and make an about face. In all of this curious and exploring sage, it just so happens I’m in an arting phase. I also giggle and have a magic wand, and enjoy touring the great symbolic celestial throng. My eye is on terrestrial and spiritual wonders; It’s no matter if they look all blundered. I’ve got plenty of endurance and lots of magic paint; I’ll find the right canvas so I can create. I spend time magical forest bathing and cosmically playing; I’ve found it tends to center all I’m conveying.

My degrees are in imaginarium space, written with magical ink from a special book case. I know about humans and magical creatures, for I study many things and observe their features. I know you, but you don’t know me, and really it’s the way it has to be; for imaginarium space is lucid and transient, it can’t be helped when the moon and light spill their remnant.