Mr. Whyte

*The council commences most desperate and desperate parts of the magical population of the planet of earth comes together to a face common enemy but from so many disciplines. Too many disciplines too many divas & grand Wazoo’s & just some wicked disconnected self believers & the systematic shattering of spirituality by money power lust and the churches. There’s a council of seven at this particular tea party that presides over the countless hundred thousand heads & tails & hats that they’ve gathered to this unconventional non-standard meeting- because of their ability to make an endless mass metaphysical mental illness seem like tea and crumpets and a couple of broken lines from classic an English poetry reading for simple children who could not grasp power as incorrect as this “fictional” story set itself in & anchored it’s “reality” real estate holdings & temporal foundations upon. The fool always restarts the reading in tarot to a degree because zero means nothing until it finds itself a 1, 2 or 3/4rs of 7/8ths. These are the souls that are crucial to hear all & listen with good intent & admirable attention to even the looniest at times, & then they will discuss what madness this ISN’T. They will choose what path is next ultimately & They are Mr. Whyte, Mr. Brown, Mr. Peacock, Ms. Placed in Periwinkle, Mr. E. Grey, The original souls who found themselves in a reality playing out of nothing sensible or sane, having tea much like they are now only joined by two other members that were always there Mr. Monarch & Lady. Lavender aka “The Cat of Racc who was not a Cat -nor quite a lady” in human form as gendered above. The White Rabbit, The March Hare, The Mad Hatter, The Alice of Wonderland, The Smoking Caterpillar & The Cheshire Cat. They hold audience with these spiritualist magicians & artisans of old ways awake ♾️ trying to find a way to plug the hole trying to eat the universe into nothing. The white rabbit is presiding as 🗝️🪑🫖⏱️🐇