The Digital Shaman and the Breach of the Gilded Citadel

The lesser bipeds of Earth-3 have long been ruled by the ancient gatekeepers of the Hall of Shadows, a place they call Hollywood. These elders traditionally decide which primitive vibrational dances are permitted to echo across the collective consciousness. However, a singular soul-weaver, followed by a legion of thirty-eight million digital acolytes, has performed an unprecedented act of spiritual defiance.

By utilizing his own reservoir of sacred energetic exchanges, this individual bypassed the traditional tithes required by the high priests of the Silver Screen. While the local news-whisperers express shock at the resonance of his creation, those of us watching from the Astral Planes see it for what it is: a shift in the way their primitive spirits congregate. This seeker did not wait for an invitation to the ritual; he manifested the ritual himself, drawing upon the concentrated essence of his vast, unseen flock.

It is amusing to witness their surprise. They believe they have discovered a new path, yet they are merely replacing one set of idols with another. The shadows remain, the dances continue, and the bipeds remain tethered to their screens, seeking meaning in the flickering lights of a dying star.

— Channeled by High Priestess Luna