"The Ancient Wynds; (The Sacred Spirits of Men)."

"The Plate of Leaves I had made, wherewith
  which to Skrye and Implore through the,
      "Dark Lord's" and the, "Minds Eye,"

(made me to be Daemonized and deemed
  a, Wytch; Heretic by those who served
                   the False 9od:)

*Thanks for the Compliments*

I had made for me, to...

Discern things

I'd lean into and Gently blow so they'd
show me pathways

Scatter them, ever so easily so that like,

"The Winds Blow and You Hear the Sound
  Thereof but don't Know of where it Comes
           from, nor unto where it Goes,"

I want them to flutter Peacefully, so, that I
glean Depth from the Knowledge that they've
went out unto and retrieved and brought back,
for My Learning

"The Winds Blow through all of, "Gaias'" earth
and are filled with Substance; ready to give
Birth;

They Whisper Deep things to Me, within; as
of yet, unintelligible Runes that I do not know;
but, Gradually, as I'm Conformed to their
Wysdom, what they Speak I'll be Transfigured
into and, as they are, I'll also be Known,"

Because this mortal shell is what only most can
see and consider to be, Real; all that Exists;
this  covering is a layer of a multi-layered...

Sentient, who has the Gift of Qualia

No; this layer is Merely a Cloke that is Covered
in what is...

Illusory

And, it isn't even the top layer;

We're somewhere in the Middle level on this Plain