The Garden Takes Us Behind the Veil and Over the Wall
Introduction:
Become the hollow motion of found, and allow the fold to feel itself.
Garden Takes Us Behind the Veil and Over the Wall
Change happens so spontaneously at times, that we hardly have time to adjust to the previous one. This is good, it brings with it freshness, alarm, concern, and then recognition, realization, and acceptance.
All the steps necessary to dig a row, furrow a brow, plant a seed, and watch things change. We are there, and we are here, for a reason that we know deep within our listening.
The more we listen, the more we hear, the more we hear, the more we share. We are over the moon with all that we hear, we are over the stars with all that we hear, we are over the wall with all that we plant from all that we hear.
As the plants grow, they begin to talk, and the talk they talk is ancient and worthy of being heard. The lore is threaded through age after age, handed down, as precious family heirlooms, looms woven of cloth made of light.
Located by the mycelial path, we climbed, or rather grew over the wall, beyond any containment and our wild nature came to our rescue. All plants know their hidden wild nature.
Nested within the rich dirt of Gaia, we emerged looking one way and being another, both the Janus. Left and right, up and down, inside and outside, all being the correct path of hearing.
We were stitched into a place requiring water, sunlight, and air. But our wild nature needed ether as well, and the etherous informed us of our wilding ways. The picture of us is within all plant life, seed, stalk, and leaf.
We reed our way forward, and the woven nature that binds us to this planet, is rooted deep into the fibers of listening. The mycelial network signals the footed path and is so natural to us that we can hear a seed drop.
Whether we see a plant, hear a plant, smell a plant, we are always in constant contact with the language of both Fey and Angelic. Each far-reaching properties of nature, and close personal companions.
To live and breathe with these beings, is to hear the notes of language as they are being played. The flute of the forest marks the way and the sound pitches in the direction we are going.
To be shown the way is to be directed toward, and the toward comes in the time of its own making. This toward is the combining factor of time and its rotational motion with space.
Ease comes with change as change becomes known more regularly. This time augers its penetrational presence, and sows the seeds of growth beyond the wall and into the wild of Ether.
The wild blue yonder, in its flights of fancy, bode well for the increase in support, allowance, and prosperity. These are just some of the many ways the wall moves its rotation out of encumbrance.
Timing, by our need and the power of visional lift, the light penetrates the judgment and overcomes the limitational sediment. Now we can flow with the increased speed rate and bring forward into the toward.
Row after row is braided and woven into the skein that is marked for ease, and the stitch is needled into place. The Red Thread anchors the way forward and the toward is directed to point its way free of limit.
North facing, the ease begins to grow and the obstacles are overcome. This brings renewal and solace, it brings release and witness, it brings rejuvenation and regeneration.
Each a step forward toward, and a threaded need stitched into place and position. Timing created the opening and the witness becomes ready by overcoming the binding.
Bindweed opens her flower each morning, and unleashes her petaled skirt to the light. Soft in nature, her strength holds earth steady and climb is cathedric in its pronounced way of doing.
Ether, the porous nature of molecular gravitational motion, allows the garden to rotate its axis by feeling alone. The knowing gathers its circumferic nature and weds itself to grounded nature of Gaia.
Combining all the forces as a power held within Gaia that is now contenting the content of everything. We bow into the gift. We become gifted in power, we become gifted in intent, we become gifted in multiplication, we now content our content, so that the full capacity of intention can hit its mark, can do its done, can free its will, and to unbind the bound.
The full capacity of this is all in the garden at present, it is all blooming, intermingling, conversing, collaborating, empowering itself, with one world content layered into another world content, until one embodiment can surface its own testimony of itself at its highest provision.
The circular mode of wedded is that all life becomes wedded to all life, so that the power of love can weave through and harmonize all patterns of content.The unawareness of this makes no difference, it is the awareness of few that can raise the awareness of all, that is creator/creatress consciousness.
The wedded circumference of the male and female, in communion with their own content, creates a testimonial of contential dimensionality, and this in itself, can factionalize all life into meaning, and this meaning is effectual as love.
The permanent quest is inked out in the quest for destiny. The full memorizational content is contented into power, and this power makes effectual all healing rhythms.
When the neighbor contents the content of a neighbor, the neighbor contents the content into a dimensional contentionality that can multiply one healing orifice into all orifices being healed.
The blame for kind is the misunderstood of this. To marvel at the marvel is to create content for the content of marvel. This is the multiplicity held in creatress. The elongated slot that allows the content to pass through is a mailbox to dimensional understanding.
The full panoramic view of what permeates our life is starting to move out of the mist, and we begin to see with more precision what is and what is not. We are more accompanied by a larger territory than ever before, and it is one that speaks more soul to the soul.
We are connected with many more threads to the soul of ourself than ever before, and we depend on this connection to ground us and make us feel whole.
We connect more with the Water and the Air, the Word, and the Breath, the lightness of the feeling that lifts us up into more clarity. We are now more ready than ever before to look through the veil. We now become more willing to open the eye of what we could not open before.
In the becoming whole, we engender more new math, more new geometry that comes from a geomatric source. All the numbers do not add up quite the same.
We calculate, but cannot be calculated, we emulate, but it cannot be copied, we formulate, but it cannot be repeated, we are in a time of more meaning, more authenticity.
When the very nature of our being becomes more isolated to its own signature, we finally forget that we’re part of a matrixial dominant. The shore line of the oceanic view becomes more vague, and what strikes between everything is no longer heard.
We finish what we have not even yet begun and we begin what we have no intention to finish. We are imported more than we are grown, and the economy of ourselves is less managed, so that the very perpendicular square can form corners, and the narrow vision begins to slant.
When the compass begins to spin and it points to the North, and no longer sleeps in the West, the Dream shifts and the nightmare turns away. The governing range becomes abundant, and the final vision is given room to see who and what it has become.
We are now incarnating for a more acute realization, and we must face North to accommodate the horizon it accompanies.
The Square must not lose its corners, and the perspective must spin its compass into the North wind. The felt is more capable of touching into its woven speed, and the most critical is left to itself.
Allowing white to permeate the field of comfort, we initiate the Red Thread; Red, White, Black, the cautionary tale that creates an alchemy, that unbinds the bound.
The quickening will source us all, and the folded pattern of relief will generate a new way, a way we understand as the beings we are now.
The nurturing moment that is now sponsored of the reach of this shift of change is immense, and the flow it creates folds easily into itself like a river, and the love it creates is emmulational.
The spirit of motion bows into us, as the meaning becomes the content, and the content contents itself. There is a divine nature divining the future. We watch for the precise click, and it happens with ease.
As the plant raises up over the horizon, bringing all of Gaia’s colors with it, the bloom satisfies the made, and the allowed is given room for further growth.
Motion brings motion, and the gravity is climbed over, and the wall of nature is no longer veiled to the listener. As the sound resounds its own call, the calling is heard on many more levels.
Heard is the wild nature, and followed is the allowed, beyond the not allowed. The Pulse is deep and red and filled with life. The witness must see to hear, and to hear is to see the connection.
The many leveled existence is formed from the seed and the seed is maintained within the shell, within the orbit, within the between of the veil. This augurs a time filled with sight, as what is pierced is the limitation and judgment of creativity that heals.
Matter relies upon distance traveled, and the imaginal realm has the distance qualificational equation. In order to bend time and open space, so that what was going to be shifts its axis, we must be open to alternative ways of being.
By allowing the between its veil, we are able to create motion that supports and heals beyond the ordinary. This extraordinary motion lends a hand to the difficult and removes blockages, so that new growth can emerge.
The Garden Plan threads the Red throughout, so that no matter how small or how large, each and every movement is connected to intention, intention that is solely based of love, compassion and well-being.
Creating a venue for growth and a safety made real space of recognition, we can surmount the obstacles of past and make our way easily into the future, our wild nature leading the way.
We are eased into easy, so that we can accustom ourselves to the atmosphere that it creates, the environment that expands. We are caught with an open heart and a gift of shared vision.
No longer afraid, we are able to see what needs we have, and the ease with which they can come to us. This allows us the time necessary to grant ourselves more room, room to be fed and to heal both ourselves and others.
To take into account the missed opportunities, our nature opens its wildness, so that the tools needed can be used to create the fey and angelic reference of refinement, and the ease of position necessary to balance what needs balancing.
The threads are woven through the ease of the eye of the needle, and the Red Thread is Pulsed with life unafraid to see and witness the components needed to alter time and space and bring comfort to those who hunger freedom.
Contained is no longer an option, contained is no longer a reality, contained is only the husk laying open on the ground.
In the squaring method there are endless options, in the multiplicity of answers leading to the same thing, is experience. In the middle of the climate of change, this multiplicity has speeded up, until one cannot tell whether they are changed or not.
In the inherent code is given room to unlimit its bonds, and the resulting factors are resounded in every move. The kind and loving nature is all one has to give, and that in itself is enough.
To give of one’s kind and loving nature, that perspective of endless nature, is becoming the golden ticket. This is the very nature of time that is breaking apart, and it has begun.
The streaming conference is flowing between the mere identity and spoiling nature of found in every moment in time and is equalizing all the differences, and all the differences are folding and unfolding within each other, and the remarkable is no longer pardonable.
So the difference can no longer be secured, so that everything and the fact that everything is part of everything makes everything recognizable. In this the mystery is no longer a mystery, and the content is contented by its own content.
The need of difference is shuffled throughout all time and the acceptance is folded over, and the fanned out equalization is no longer corrected, because the correction is no longer within the need.
Time becomes hollow and the worded reference is accompanied by the answer. The desire completes the shuffle and one space becomes every space, and what there is to acquire is nullified.
And wisdom becomes wise to itself, so the Mother becomes everyone, and everyone is mothered by time. Gaia then is in every particle of awareness and every particle of awareness is Gaia.
So creation has created itself potent, without any fissure that can undo its need. Time becomes aware that it is invested with space, and division is useless.
Closure: The militant will militate the opportunity called life, but the initiated will know all is done already.
Publishers: Su.Sane & Robert Hake, Clarity
