By Clarity
Introduction:
In actuality, everything is being put together, instead of apart, and this in itself changes perspective, manifestation, frequency, and finally brings us to the Original Pattern.
As we navigate our way through the opening of corrugation, we manage to find ourselves inside the folds of our woven nest. Threaded into Home, we stand erect to the needed foot of Plant.
Rooted into our very own nature, we are planted by the mycelial threads of connection, and this immense Compassion is found tight in the bud of our spoken, as it words its way into our thoughts.
We see and we see again, each time we are guided by our own presence finding its way forward through the corrugating figures of information, sounded out by note and color.
Taut by thread, we weave our way through and between the layers of fiber, we sit and listen to what the sight has to say. The below roots its way above and the light casts its brilliance into the ease of transition and change.
Occupied no longer by the unaccepting, we bring ourselves forward into the desired and wanted. This changes the pattern alignment, but in doing so, the movement leaves behind the unwilling.
Matching the unwilling with freedom from, the limits now drop away and the ease is lifted into ourselves for safekeeping. Light moves its focus through the cellular makeup and the lift in light patterns advances the quickened pace.
Timed by the many, the ease bypasses the hurry, and increases its own rate speed instead. Crease to fold is marked by the entrance to accepted and the limb is included with the tree.
Wooded is the way, and found is the temperance of unheard. Until the listen is felt, the sounds mean very little, and the little is under developed in a land of limit.
Making sure the sound penetrates for registry, the angles form a threading that unlocks the resistance to then receive fully the meaning understood and desired.
Sit into your own listening, sit into your own registry, register what you hear without the fear of wrong, as you move to get it right. This is the way of threading the needle and sewing forward the Red of color made Real.
Instrumental is the sound, as the notes move forward unsecured, yet protected without reservation. The entire and complete course of movement brings the need into the wanted and desired outcome.
Equalled are the measures of time as they course their way through the message and amount their numbers into the lettered accompanied by conversation and meaning. To mean and see the meaning, is to understand fully the reason beyond logic.
Amount your counting and put away your judgment, this is the time of an unmeasured distance and light travel occurrences. Maintained are the noted beats of pulse and the breath takes in what is needed, wanted, and desired.
To name the moment, with your own name, is to allow full measure of the distance you’ve come, while traveling space on the back of time. We are able to travel by way of threaded existence, and this existence does not judge except through the illusion of fear.
We make up our reasons to listen, and we make up our mind by the judgments we gather and choose between. Between right and wrong we crease ourselves into a limited heart, chambered into inadequate adjustments to change.
To untangle ourselves is to listen deeply and trust the woven thread of story as it tales its sound into pattern and loosens the fibers of knotted. This brings ease into the picture and comfort into the cloth of softly given.
We are now given to more memory than we realize, as we begin to gather our completeness. In this we come to remember that we are whole, a whole picture that maybe gets scrambled, but never loses its original pieces.
We are our own matrix of completeness, and we merely move our pieces around to find our way home. We are a Rubik’s Cube, with full Divine intention. There is no right or wrong move, there is just always steady completing that brings our life forward in each moment in time.
We are part of every pieces of who we are, and because we are a closed system of an original pattern, we cannot in any way truly be intruded upon.
We are merely moving pieces in our Rubik’s Cube, and every piece you move, and every time of day, all is moving towards completeness, the way Home, the Big Picture, our Existial Self.
We exist to exist. We are the motionary fiber that continuously sews ourself back together again, but we never drop a thread, or break our needle. We are the fiber that listens. We are connected, threaded, and mended from the same one and only Intended Original Pattern.
Squaring the Perspective was one of our biggest breakthrough ways of seeing and powerful tool. Now, it’s a Rubik’s Cube is the next one. To stop and mind yourself with realization that it is only a Rubik’s Cube, nothing is wrong, nothing is lost, and the boundaries are unpenetratable once known.
It is in the realization that it all happens, your boundaries are created by this realization, and the deeper you take it in in every moment in time, the more you’re in the mind of the Creative Particle Awareness, and this is an alignment with your Divine Self.
It is only Rubik’s Cube that you find that some things are moved to allow other things to move into place. Geniuses work easily with the Rubik’s Cube, this is a genius concept.
It is the genius that becomes not afraid to move the unusual, because it is the unusual that finds a way to move everything. When you allow the process of moving over one thing to let another in, even though it seems to mess up the picture you had, it allows the picture to become more clear, more whole, more home.
When you realize it is a Rubik’s Cube, you let go and realize all is, moved for a wholeness of picture. You let go, you allow the boat to rock, you allow the storm to just roll on, you allow the perspective to square origamically.
You have no bid out, because you already bought it, so don’t pretend you’re at an auction and you’re afraid you won’t get it. Sit in the break down, and allow the build up to happen.
It’ll always happen because it is a Rubik’s Cube and it squares your Life. When you feel bad, remember it is only a Rubic’s Cube, and you can’t lock down a diagnosis, just let it move through, because it is Rubik’s Cube, it will shift and make more room.
This awareness is planetary, galactic and universal and with this concept you have a ticket everywhere you go, you just pull it out and it says, ‘This is a Rubik’s Cube, it already has all its parts’.
It is whole and allowed to move about within itself, it is allowed to have new perspectives without a law, it is allowed to shuffle things about, only to make it better, because it only has one picture, the Original Pattern.
So right now, tell yourself it is only a Rubik’s Cube, there is nothing to run from, because it is moving to make visible more of your Original Pattern.
Once you have your Rubik’s Cube in hand, you have the means of your way, and your way is laid out in front of you, with your foot and your step. This frees you up from your entrapped lessons, and breaks open your ability to express, rather than experience.
Open is the way forward, rotated is the spin of upward spiral, and the geomatric solids form a pattern of deep relief and support for the advancement of your Original Pattern.
Granted room, granted allowance, granted a way forward, you connect with inner and outer forces of support and Compassion. This leads you forward in a future arranged to magnetize all favorable results.
Completed is the course and the coarse is left behind, so that the present can enable your new found passage with the ease you wished for. Enabled are the markers of your voice and the spoken is nurturing and followed.
When the amount of said equals the amount heard, true conversation can be opened to the way of acceptance, and the relief of sustainability. The notes of passage sustain us in our Original Pattern and we accept its arrangement.
To know we sit into the sound of navigation, we listen to the notes of clarity, we move with the ease of pattern recognition, this gives us the advantage we need to move beyond limit, illusion, and despair.
We have played the fool, we have played the confidant, we have played the child, and the child-like, all to get to the space where time allows imagination it true nature, genius.
We toy with the ideas of the planet, the galaxy, the universe, the solar system, and we make up what we want to see as Real, and Real matches when the balance meets with the Original Pattern and they create conversation.
The right and wrong are the blocks of to conversations, and if you rotate them, they reveal the completed pattern of Original. To Rubik yourself into a cubic realization, a cubic rotational volume, a cubic allowance of dimensional distance, is to answer the question.
How many times has this spun on an axis of comprehension, and relieved the subject of its noun and verb? Worded are the notes of listening, noted are the pulses that beat in the heart of all matter.
Matter comes from the play that Light gives willingly to the receiver, you are your own headset, and the sounds you hear are the ringing sounds of Voice made Real, by the safety of record and play.
Archivial are the notes, etched are the memories, and found is the pattern of salt oceaned by its existence to sea. We see and are heard, by our expression playing across the abyss of our vocal cords.
Creation is the active recording of what is playing, as it navigates the distance from Beyond Source to Source. The Impossible becoming possible, sound before, sounds as well as after, all places at once.
To gather up the folds and press them flat, so as to origami them into a creased lineage, is to make way for a Papered Awareness, and book your passage for travel. Travel by way of mind, travel by way of body, travel by way of spirit, all combine to levitate the process.
We are marked for passage, as we form an open pinned on, an open minded attribute that allows for the existence of unlimited pinned to the purpose of Love, Light, and Compassion.
Comfortable are the seats we find ourselves in, cosy are the pillows provided, easy are the steps forward, as we rotate the angles to express our foundational membership starred for acceptance.
As we climb the rotational circumference, we enter the fold more easily and pocket ourselves into the nestial center of our homecoming. Place and Time find us the Space we need, to be able to express our wants and desires of Love, Compassion, and Well-being.
Well made, well looked after, well crafted, well Being, all nested and connected into an abundance of created threads, dotting their way through and into the makeup of made up.
Grouped into a body of work, the expression finds its own way forward and animates the ease needed, to procure an advanced settlement of Position and Place, sustainable and relaxed.
Motioned into Position, the necessary gives way to the wanted, and the wanted gives way to the desire, and the desire gives way to the Original Pattern of Content. Each nested inside one another for strength and resilience.
We corrugate our willingness to express forward our Original Pattern and allow its favorable time that is waiting for us all right now.
Hand in hand we move the layers of the veil, and pin back each note that is necessary. We claim our sides, we claim our insides, we claim our middle, and we claim our back and forth.
We claim our ups and downs, and our scrambled up and our scrambled down, our forwards and backwards, our posterior and our sunny side up. We are the Giants, we are the Fey Twice Told.
Let there be Giants in our kingdom where the Rubik’s Cube rocks us back and forth, as the piece before is moved again and again, and even Twice Told.
We round up all our cowgirls and cowboys, because we lasso Home our right to Be, to be profoundly inside the Rubik’s Cube of our Original Pattern.
Play the harps here, because we might not be going there. We brought back the Golden Goose of the initiatory tale of all the initiatory places we have been in time, outside of time, and through time.
Every fairytale is an initiatory tale and the adept is brought into the mystery, succeeds, and walks among us. We have all known this since we were children, potent, furious, starving.
We are the Real Rubik’s Cube of our pattern, and each tale shows us the wholeness of who we are. No wonder I still read them, collect them, enter them, and paint them.
Tales, told in numbers reaching critical mass, they lift off the page and become not only etheric, but 3-dimensional as well.
Reaching into the stars, we find home, both here and abroad. The mycelial level of life is threaded through everything, and the Rubik’s Cube keeps the mycelial intact within our pattern.
The simple is always the answer to the complex and the complex is always the answer to the simple, so we emerge much more complex than we first thought, and even more simple than we try to be. The constancy is in the allowing.
We reach our zenith, as we move and adjust ourselves to the wonder of play and the seriousness of fun made Real, in a land of non-believers in the power of Play.
Closure:
Feel safe, finally, within the Original Pattern of the Original way of coming is an immense breakthrough, congratulations.
