Squaring the Circle, Recalculating Your Perspective

Once you are done, you can start, the best thing about starting are all the possibilities, such delicious overwhelm, confusion, and terror, all lurking at your threshold of potential.

As we encounter the beasts of the field, we are able to understand that they seem to forever be available at the start of any new thing. How lucky we are to be able to move forward into something new.

The Squared Perspective puts overwhelm, confusion, and terror in their proper corners, leaving just one corner for you. The corner of decision, to help you move around the square.

Your desire to speed past overwhelm, zip beyond confusion, and leap over terror, all command a great deal of strength and agility, especially when your desire goes beyond your limitations, or the limitations surrounding you.

Squarely you are made for this, you are able to move so quickly around the square, faster and faster, until your square becomes a whirling circle. A spin around the old block.

To be blocked, is to set up shop in an old part of culture and try to create something new. Struggle is the name of the block you live on if you live in that part of culture town.

As the morning moves you, you are able to become new by going into the language of nature that never grows old, all sprouting new ideas come from there, because each garden is connected directly with the stars.

Planetarily, galactically, universally, and by each solar system, the gardens of the world are all interconnected, and the Bee carries the magic of Potency.

To be what you are called to be, called up from your very own sweet heart, is to be instilled with the sweetness of an overriding desire for Compassion, Wholeness, Wellbeing, and Gratitude.

The rotation of the night sky brings the light of living into our dreams; our beta, alpha, theta, and delta waves of the ocean of our becoming. Mer memory washes over us, and we are whelmed with the buoyancy of Salt.

Salted in our course, we flow with the ease of water. We water our garden, signaling the Bees of our Intention to steward the acreage of postage stamp, to send our letter of Intent, to resign from the bicker-backer of limitation.

Rotational is the mark of Made and we ease ourselves into the presence of Easy. Easy has a huge loving demeanor, and is fashioned from the cloth you weave, from the threads you gather, from the path you have chosen to make for yourself.

As we round our circumferic circle, the Wedded Bliss enters into your movement, your actions, your thoughts of Beauty. The Garden is the Provider of Beauty, the path of steps leading to the color of nature.

We are the crayons of wax and wane, we move to the surface of things, and we mark the marks of our becoming. We melt into the heat of our passion and reclaim the needed nutrients the garden is capable of feeding us.

Light, fragrance, color, shape, and line, the Red Thread is apparent, and you as both child and adult of nature, are available to its generosity. We come pre-made, we make it all up, and it is our constant ally.

We recalculate our perspective in order to adjust to the ever-changing results of our discoveries. We when reach the shore of a new continent within ourselves, and we explore the regions within our heart, to connect ourselves deeply, then we are in resonance with our deepest selves.

Shifting from outer to inner is a result of Intention, and the thread we follow is the Red Thread of our becoming. The Mother Tongue guides us, as we listen deeply to what we most long for, what we deeply want, what we need to bring ourselves in alignment with the deep resonance of Gaia.

Mathematical in number, lettered in sound, we pursue the curious nature of our own nature and its gifts of discovery. New brings us squarely to Nu, a land almost forgotten, a land given to us when we are first born, first born into each lifetime.

The calling forward of the next opinion is an option that we must skip. Going deeper into our own is what we must do. Digging deeper than the crust, digging deeper than the middle, digging deeper into the below until you reach the bottom of the knowing.

The well is strung with ladders that help you climb above and below, with a quickness you have not reached before. You are the innate wheel of fortune that spins into a Wedded Circumference of Sovereignty.

You are the below before it begins, you are the above before it begins, you are in sync with the word Begin, and you run your Red Thread through it, so you never forget where everything for you comes from.

If it smells like dirt eat it, if it smells like flowers eat it, if it smells like truth eat it, if it smells like longing eat it, if smells like arriving eat it, if smells like facing eat it, eat it until you are full of yourself.

You are so full of yourself that you have all you need to grow. Before you became, you were. No one wanted to pick it up, no one wanted to learn all about it, no one wanted to cut the crop, no one wanted to shaft the wheat, so you did.

You did it when it was soft, you did it when it was hard, you did it when it was known, you did it when it was unknown, you did it when it was lost, you did it when it was found, you are what sows the seed, you are the crop, you are the harvest, you are the volume of life.

We are full of plenty, even when we feel empty. We are full of Grace, even when we feel awkward. We are full of dreaming, even when we feel we are only asleep. The consciousness of one life is what creates all the others.

We have taken in creation and sometimes we know what it is, but what it is is sometimes hard to eat, so we take in the distance that helps us to know how to make it digestible. Our distance is greater than we realize, and what it can digest is formidable.

If we allow ourselves to follow the distance of our own Red Thread, to taste the Salt of our ourselves and how they process the codex of our own Being, we spiral through the codified existence of what life is, as a living Cell that blueprints itself into Passion.

The passionate rhythm of the count, of the codial index, is exceptional. We feel the feelings of the dreaded spot that was told the story of its fall; falling into existence, falling into taste, falling into need, falling into hunger, falling into feeling, falling into sorrow, falling into love, falling into Self, falling into Existence.

The incarnate quarrel is in the existence of zero, but zero is what builds it all, zero is what multiplies the intent, zero is where it all begins. The body at zero point is an existial registry that the fall never happened.

Surrender did, and the birth of each level in life begins its gestational journey to the center of the fold, that dilates to Ten, and opens existence into more light.

Coping no more with the missed rhythm, we begin to solace ourselves in new ways. We talk to our body, as if it is Sovereign, we talk to our body as if it is Divine, we talk to our body as if it has a Plan, we talk to our body as if it is a profound Autonomic System that is not ignorant of speed.

It is not ignorant of regeneration, it is not ignorant of our dream, and it also responds when it is denied. The Soul of ourselves sovereigns us through to our body. It marks us with a neuro map that we must learn to read.

Our body needs us and we need our body, and the conversation should always flow. Don’t tell our body we are alright when it is not.

Let’s feel together what part is starving, let’s feel together what part feels hurt, let’s feel together what part is sad and disappointed, let’s have a conversation with a new reality and try to mix the mix with the seeds of a new conversation, connect the dots, connect the disappointment, to the legs that can’t move.

Connect the helpless to the arms, connect the unknown to the answer. We travel in three zones and we wake ourselves through two. The tired is not so familiar yet, but it is partnered by the sovereign soul.

We must become a trinary code to alter this system of mis-connection, missed communication, missed longing, to collaborate deeply we must allow room for three, so then we will have a witness to the above and the below.

We encourage the distinctive to flow, we become holy in our way of meaning, because we are penetrated like a sieve, and we are capable of discerning what’s too big and what’s too small.

Volumed is the distance of this equation, and we must honor its stability, we must narrow the cause of effect, and the effect of cause, and channel the Red Thread through, like a bungee cord that we can rock ourselves on.

We are not one, we are three, and three is the key to unlock the door. The door is all doors, and we advance our longing through each one we come to. We enter into an agreement to carry on, and we always do.

Carried by the longing, the need gathers its threads of color, and binds it to the Red Thread of Existence, and with this connection the journey of forever proceeds. The Perspective is squared as we round each corner, and we are marked by our desire to explore.

Reclaimed, we carry ourselves forward, aligned with our own sound, our owned sound, our inner resonance that we went in for in the first place. The outer attempts to foreclose on your journey of place, but by claiming, reclaiming, and proclaiming your Intention, provisions are given.

Answered to, answered for, and having the answers, are all part of the asking, and the asking makes up what a moment is. Every moment is filled to overflowing with questions and answers, all from the inner wealth of Realm.

You are Realmed, and the outer is overwhelmed, confused, and in terror of your Potency, Potential, and Capacity.

The radius points to the Center, the Dot of your Zero Point, and the entirety of you circumnavigates the map of your past/present/future, as you rotate your perspective into new views.

See what you see, not just the surface, but the depth of its information. What augurs a time of sight is one that assists you in your journey, allows you to assimilate depths known and unknown, so that you find comfort instead of overwhelm, confusion, and terror.

The Garden Plan adjusts to your timing, but only in context with your need to grow. What augurs penetrates, what augurs assists, what augurs is there for your growth and the loosening of your soil.

Increasing your yield, you are then able to see more clearly the needs of your desire, and the making of your reclaimed nature.

Reclaiming trinary from binary, multiplies your yielding nature, and the math adds up to the equation of Squared Perspective. The ground is then prepared for the seedial light of flowered expression.

We are expressed in our inner realm, and the outer realm must comply with the desire of our sound make real and of essence to our Soul Journey. Made up, storied, and told twice, the notes of relief are music.

The note of E; Expression, Ease, Emotion, and Everlasting, all proclaim the reclamation of the Squared Circle, as it completes each course. The judgment of coarse falls away, as the soil is seen as texture building life and expression.

Augur rhythm, is the logarithm where a base must be raised to yield its number, giving the equation its balance, and you its answer. Yield to you questions, allow the sight that augurs a new view, a new context, a new perspective.

Colored is the purpled presence of violet, and the innate presence of red, and the watery presence of blue. And black is the irony presence it flows through, until it embodies a world that sees through the Violet Ray of the Eye of Wisdom.

We mark the Indigos of this world with the opening of that Eye, as they unrhythm the old patterns of making. The Causal Plane remembers these Indigo beings, and what a world we would not be if we hadn’t invited their entry.

We’re beginning to shave off the old dominance, the old slavorial patterns, and become wick in the areas that were dying. Their decisions are different, thank heavens. There is an allowing of more Light into this world, so that more colors can be found welcome.

We initiate generations after generations in the universe to come and enjoy this greater colored path, that loves black as a foundation ‘4 dirt deep’, in order for deeper roots to grow.

Roots that feed, roots that grow up high above the horizon, roots that salivate the memory of above, because it is only us up there trying to be our true selves and catching the Vine of Potential.

In the dirt depth of 4, we roll around and become as dirty as the Earth herself, all to make sure the fecundity can flower a Soul into blooming, and a Voice to expression.

We have arrived, we are here, and we are seen. This time is a time that augurs expression free of judgment, and limits that fall, so their compost can be used for the Red Thread of Consciousness.

Closure: Counting up the speed rate, we realize we’re one tire short, so we must pump up the wheel and take a little more time for that last corner of the square.