2023 July 14 Issue

To Open the Gate is to Begin to See Red, Green, Yellow

Introduction:

Fold up your bags, unpack your purse, type up your message and send it out on the fairylines. They will be Red and read in the makeup of a new world, in a new time.

To Open the Gate is to Begin to See Red, Green, Yellow Safety Made Real happens when your journey turns to Color. From the black and white of birth, beyond the Truman Show, to a time of full Color, when what is desired, wished for, set into place as needed, can find a result.

Through the Gate of The Garden of the Red Thread, color opens you like one of its flowers. There are many gates to pass through during a lifetime, many sought after, many avoided, many unbidden, but garden gates provide the solace needed from an overload of busyness.

Bring your center into center by entering. It’s the only way you get there. Time spent is time given to you, it is the currency of life, and the expander of Space. We are taught to hurry, to speed up, to accelerate, beyond what we just accomplished.

Exhausted. That is what you are, when you try to follow a runner’s path. Running is beneficial at times, but when times equal almost all the time, then it’s time to stop and rest, relax, recline, renew, rejuvenation, and perhaps regenerate.

The R’s of running too much. Reach into the Garden and find the solace, the time you’ve been missing, the time you’ve been looking for, the time you need for yourself. We are in a time of compelled, a time of must do, a time of uprooted, and our roots now need deep watering, to be fed the nutrients necessary to breathe between the breaths of hurry.

Our Sovereignty engages us to be connected deeply to Gaia, to be aware we are connected deeply to Gaia. The promise at the Portal is unfolding its concordial nurturance that will gather much comfort that resides within our Being.

The Portal promise of compassion and love is setting up the next position column. The concordial mode is wrapping around the Portal like the Morning Glory, making a gesture to the acceptance of Blue, the full number of the equational system is accommodating Six.

This will be a significant count and bringing what was old forward into a calculatorial resolution. The full connectial mode is gravitating towards its own evocational numbers. Promised between the letters find and fold there is a system awareness that now calculates from below to above.

The visional ceremony held in life now creates a new positional wave of consciousness. When the evoking factors correlate more to what is needed there will be a visional leap, and this visional leap is more creational than destructive.

When the concordial equation remembers the scope and vision needed, we forward the time more easily. The preparation is made more systematic and will equate a throughout equation which lifts effectively. In the middle of the making is the opening that fills in time and spaciousness.

All the opportunities lift and are taken in a full range. Making the memory mark more layers is the stuff that fills our timing now. We are on the mark, in the mark, of the mark, and from the mark.

Making the connection more vivid and clear, we sit down deep into together. The Wellspring of effort is now settling deeply into the sum of all parts. The now coming forth is moving through all, emotionally, physically, spiritually, and creatively.

We are centered in the moment of cause, and the affect is stabilization of our planet. The full entry of emotionality is collected in the oceanality of our planet. We call forward many notions and they are graduated through the water content of our now planet.

We can create more stability when we begin to face through the rhythms that are being pulsed and given to us through our need. We regulate many things, and this is reasonable to the fact of a needed rhythm that collaborates with time.

When we come into this rhythm we can emotionalize the quantum field, and this in turn serves us as a world that needs to enter a rhythm of harmony.

The whole founding fold of this time is more recommended than the emotionary equation that has stood in place for eons.

We do not create discord if we want to energize the wavelength between past and future. The folding patterns of equational sound will navigate us in a new way so we can hold firm to our sovereignty .

The counted forum of relationship is now resonating through a new receptor system that will allow us to coordinate our length and breadth of understanding .

There is a navigational course that is being aligned with the most significant timing and this timing will connect all the foldings together in a corrugated precision.

When the next folded precision accumulates a navigational speed we will be able to take a leap of a new perceptional circumferic position.

We rate and are rated, but we do not under-rate what is now holding space and keeping time. When the occasional precisional is made to cut through, the distance forces the will to corrugate a faster speed, to eliminate force.

When the canary enters the cave, he signals the stress to register and leave. He makes a will of connection, content, and navigation so that one knows what is ready and what is not.

The common department of defense will culminate its speed into whispers of negotiative alliance. When the curve has been made directly and distinctly, there will be a circumferic reference that can code the identity of time.

As we enter through the passage of negotiative following, we embrace the curve of resilience that enables us to mark our time with the necessary prerequisites, so that we can move with the ease instilled inside the curve of motion.

This allows us the time needed to prepare for the coming movement needed, to open up and into, the depth necessary that matches the Rooted Way.

We have branched out and out and out, only to find that the central core is reaching and stretching with us. We are bringing all we have encountered with the new that we continue to approach.

We settle into the Blue of the Heart, as we engage the colors surrounding our journey. The geomatric patterns infuse us with their brilliant environment, we are meant, and we are lit up with their Grace.

Finding the range of reach, the stretch of desire, the openness of coming into, we are amazed at the Mystery that surrounds all we see, hear, touch, realize, and enfold.

We are made to enfold the atmosphere, we are made to enfold the environment, we are made up of the sound that we embrace as it colors us into being.

The Gate swings open, the Garden comes into view and the Heart blooms with resonance, as the colors, lines, shapes, and fragrance all commingle to form a pattern of imprintation that instills harmony and well-being.

As we curve our way to the center, we pass through the Portal of Adjustment, where time is given its seat, and you are freed from the pressure of pursuit. Connected are the dots, dots being the color each flower gifts.

We are curved into a new alignment and the alignment creates the volume of the path we are presently on. This propels us forward at a greater rate speed, which gathers the formulation needed to advance the Garden of the Red Thread into a wider venue.

A venue of consciousness that expands the reach and nurtures the Soul. Gathering the colors around us, the more colors, the more assistance, the more assistance, the greater the embracement of support.

We mark our way forward through the radius of our circumferic measure, timed by the length reached for and the stretch required. Mounted into the reach is the effect of desire and its ability to bring solace to the distance.

How brave the flowers to extend themselves up out of the dirt and into the between of Earth and sky. Here the bees embrace their return each year, as told by the Hive in sympathetic resonance.

We number ourselves through our letters, and reach forward into every abyss, bridging our old to our new, and our new to the Gate of Consciousness.

Mannered in every way to the curious count of minutes, the clock never runs out of time, and space forever expands, to pull the Red Thread into the binding stitch of woven.

Feeling disconnected, broken off from, each garden signals to its maker its location on the map, and by doing so, every bee finds its way to each and every garden, and mends the torn, tattered, and broken elements into a unified wholeness.

The Mycelial network moves its nutrients to feed the plant world, and the planet world receives the gifts of generosity with ease and appreciation.

Speaking forward the will of the inner realm, the time closes in more closely so that the nesting between can be felt more closely to the body frame. The skill of imprintsial pattern is that it is nestial and it can acclimate to the realm of the aura and can permeate the full field of need.

This can only be read by this embodiment of time and space, color and sound, volume and need, desire and claim. When the body learns when it knows and registers its own framing it allows the space of pattern.

It allows the field to narrow and the emotional grid to open, so the nestial field can enter, and heal between its senses of life.

The forbidden door that can’t be claimed by the world outside is only given to the nodial concern of the embodiment realm which is the will to be part of.

For the fields of other modes there is no entry in this way and the formulating factors cannot navigate through. The full force of the divine willing itself is the engagement of pattern, and the full emmersional desire of color expressed in the flow of the watery realm of elemental love.

The love that cannot be confined to an abode of restrictive measurement of rule and study. To study the body’s ecosystem is to study only the echo. The echo realm is not before, it is after, and the after is only a conjecture of the mind.

A body that lives within its own way is a body that is ready and willing to be in the flow of its own fluidial pattern of desire.

The body material is not a science, it is a seclusional right to exist in the matter of being in a lighted will. The folded format of mycelial patterns is the willingness to connect, that has emotion, collaboration, rotation, volumation, acceleration, and none of these are science.

This is the potency of willed matter, it will not prove its existence, it is a microscopic blend of male interrogation. The full formula of creation is actually this way. All else is manufactured by a will of dominance.

Study it and dominate it, dominate it and study it. The formula of realization will never fold flat, for the slide of the of the microscopic limitation.

The emotional distance will only occupy the microscopic view, and the territory within will be the watcher. It watches the watcher, and the watcher occupies the space between, but not the space within.

The folded measurement is not gridded into a grill, but rather woven into the material of a life that matters. When all is said and all has thought to come into place, the mystery will begin to reweave the new, and unweave the old.

When all notes of courage have been used upon the so called field of normality, and have been fully examined, the occupant is pushed out, so that a new formula can be waved in.

The sharp emotional sconce that every degree is hung upon, has required a knife that cut out the nestial fold, of the intuitional information, that knows the whisper of the nestial position, that the body used to know as Home.

The nestial position that the body remembers everything it ever was in, it is fetal, because it is eternal. In the beginning there was the eternal fetal orifice that received all and cut away no part of life.

All original was from the ouroboros and that is why the system of healing in this world has tried to own and direct it, but it cannot own eternal life, because it does not know how to end its demand to control the beginning and the end.

We will never know, we will never ask, because it no longer has been given room to live eternally. The Mother knows, and she carries it within her Mother Tongue. We are now in the reclamation of our Mother Tongue.

It seems sourceless to many, it has no scientific data, but would she want that? She created without it, that’s only the aftermath. The beginning is being told in the imprintsial mycelial healing patterns and it does not need a memory to prove, it just needs a memory to follow.

So follow the Thread of Red, the Pulse that created the blood of the first inclusionary volume of the Mother Tongue. Efforts cannot be waged in any other way to reclaim the right to live.

It is remembered, it is seeded ‘4 dirt deep’, and the Pulse of this world, other worlds, the galaxy, the universe. It is the Me in My, in More, in We.

Closure:

Make little boats out of paper and float them on the rivers of your mind, and allow it to make channels that navigate you to a wellspring of yourself.