Waiting for the Signals We Engage the Waiting Worlds

Listening, we listen with our hearts, our ears reaching, along with our Souls, to bring close that which seems far away. Planet, galaxy, universe, and solar system, all waiting as we wait for the Sound.

The Pulse rhythms its beat, and as we breathe with the Pulse, our internal systems match the outer to inner, we fall into sync with the rounded curve of breathing, we lean into the score of Salt.

We E-mer-ge, the lettering sending its signals to us, the embedded code of recognition. The note of E; Engage, Emerge, Energy, Enthusiasm, all related to the Mer life we come from.

Watered by our environment, enveloped by our atmosphere, our field is drenched in sound, wave upon wave, wave after wave, wave before and beyond. In sync with the patterns of signal, we swim in Sound.

We watch for and are watched over by the visible and invisible, the invisible having unlimited resources working beyond fields of doubt, confusion, and fear, In this, we are taken care of as we care for ourselves and others.

The natural nature of nature homes in the necessary notes, the melody, the pitch, the timbre, and all the octaves needed to musicalize the phrasing of Sound, so that it penetrates deep enough to reach us,

‘4 dirt deep’, a phrase that implies, and indeed is, the reach needed to create and unfold layers. Layers of dirt in the Garden, layers of information in the field, layers of patterns in the environment and atmosphere.

We are planted on and in the planet of Gaia, the Mother Vessel of Sound, and we learn the Mother Tongue speech as we endeavor to reach beyond limitations and on into illumination and its discernments.

Passing through the space of Time, we time ourselves with the field, the atmosphere, and the environment of Space. We fold and bend into its dimensional mass, its gravity, and its circumference.

We achieve the impossible by simply being. Sticks and stones will make our bones and words will always find us. We are made up characters that are as real as Real, and in this we are able to adjust the hight, width, and depth of consciousness.

Patterning unfolds its visible and invisible array of shapes, lines, and color to assist in the development of consciousness shifting from limit to unlimited in thought equations.

Equaled in power snd content, the pattern relationship to the Red Thread creates an Existial Mode of Consciousness that breaks down the memory patterns of how to live.

How to live is a presence of hearing, how to live is a negotiated realization of what is needed in each moment in time. The front motion of talking perspective creates a wellspring of conversational graduations.

These graduations create a connectial realization that gives forward perspective and navigational calculation. When we begin to listen in every moment we have a need to be navigated by our own life, our own desire, and our own purpose.

We are no longer punched out paper dolls of a lineage that never listens. Timing is all that this perspective is, it is in the timing that we know who we are, what we are doing, and why.

Time is a perspective of negotiable hearing that follows through space and registers itself as matter. When we matter, we listen, when we matter, we hear, when we matter, we engage ourselves in our own true intentional state of being.

We are never under the rug, we kick the rug aside and we walk forward directly. When the Metatron of Angelic Awareness makes us aware of the metronome ticking, we realize that time is purposeful, it has a plan.

It has a meaning, it has a navigator, and we must negotiate our needs with this navigator. Each octavial volume is metronomed into its own tick and tock. When we go around the corner, we meet ourselves inside the rede of intention and the alchemy of negative value.

We volume our Cathedric Climb and deepen the realm of the wellspring of knowledge. We are more founded inside the Red Thread and we know what it is, and it knows who we are.

As we ascend our own knowledge, and branch out into the leaves of many colors, we find that the climb was worth the wait, worth the patience, worth the effort spent. We know how far the distance now is, and the relief is completely within sight.

Coming across the abyss of volume, we are navigated through the Sound stored within the Salt of our ancient etching, mapped by time’s rotational circumference, both visible and invisible.

Cellular metamorphosis is indeed following its rotational spin, and the orb of life is completing its fine tuning, as the tonal reference is released into the atmosphere for comfort.

Whether understood or not, the release into the field of fibered awareness creates the field registry needed to offset the limitational quality of formed ceiling. The essence of the Garden Plan emits its fragrance into the released form and covers the atmosphere with Bliss.

Favored by the many, the gardens interlink through the mycelial network and convey their meaning and messages, so that the Soul’s reach is contacted at a rooted cause.

We are favored, in that, we favor the wide variety of letter and number, thereby expanding our lexicon of rhythmic phrasing, and the pursuit of Sound Notial Patterns. The favor is granted room and the Garden expands its reach.

To come in contract with the wider scope of prevailing code, the floral circumference bypasses limitational qualities of field disturbances, and can regain the lost memory of childhood.

As the dirt connects the hands to Gaia, the body connects itself to its inner most love. Buried within the center for safe keeping, the heart of matter grows its maximum release and seeds the planetary, galactic, universal, and solar systems with Life.

The geomatric movement of the time of now is immense, and the layers are profoundly intense in nature. This intensity is allowing the movement to continue its forward climb.

The climb is in direct proportion to the relief needed, as the Sound is resonated throughout the Garden. From deep within the Earth, the field resonance equips us with the ability to hear its call, and we can connect more easily.

Having connected with the Gaiac calling, we are able to more easily connect beyond our limitations. The more visual the information, the more physical the matter becomes.

Nurtured by the presence of foundational solidity, we form and are formed within the Henge of Light, patterned from the Portal extensions needed to fit trinary into the center of each two.

Space seeds, time seeds, we seed the stars by our need to have a lighted way. The Wood Manna of the mycelial fibers, networks its way through every star system, and creates connection that brings life to form.

The point of reference that is now unfolding is a greater perspective than we’ve worked with before. To look into the hundreds of threads within one thread, each thin gathered together in relationship creates a strong thread.

As a world, we are in the process of becoming one strong Red Thread, and this one strong Red Thread has relationship, endurance, collaboration, and a constitution ‘4 dirt deep’.

We are negotiable in this manner, and we can become pointed enough in our intensity and focus to thread through the needle, penetrate the eye, and accustom ourselves to the path ahead.

A path where we thread the thread through the Cloth of Witness. When this happens, we become a world connected to a Planet, connected to a Solar System, connected to a Galaxy, connected to a Universe that is connected to all Universes.

The universal wisdom blows through us and we become a world that is geomatric rather than geometric. The process of giving forth is a process of feeling through the fibers of one’s own listening, feeling how they touch into each other and create a creative fire that inmates the wisdom of Sofiac Intelligencia.

The space between one piece of information to the next is uninterrupted, and the flow is given such a smoothness that the Threaded Weave is so unique in its silken factor.

The negative perspective no longer has a need for an opposite, ti will know it is already whole, and the silken way it threads through.

Be the line, be the lineage, be the language that softens into the Mother Tongue, and knows the Pulse of Blood, and the passion of Red. Corrugated through the weave of living in the moment. The moment, the Carriage of the Consequential.

Feeling the sorted in life more keenly, we can navigate the texturality and read the language of the topiary landscape. Our senses are increased in the field, and our appliance is more natural.

We are not any longer a proposal, we are proposed, and our Wedded Circumference is now established. Beginning to feel the more smooth, than just the contrary, we can model ourselves in a keener more adequate language and remember more easily.

The counter space of recognition is less cluttered, so we can define our integrity more easily. In the middle of the middle we can keep our heads more straight, and not be spun out of our intention.

There is much now that tries to diagnose, but it has no content and since the content is empty, we must sit in the grace of that, we must allow all pressing notes to go back to sender.

We are no longer telegramed from the information booth. The structure that gives us freedom is now consumed and ready for mapping, blueprint, and navigation. We have been rotated out of the past sequences, and are now ready for a new diagram.

As we enter into the new, the texture of beauty envelops our senses, and we become aware of the expansion of our environment, permeated by the resonance of the mycelial network.

We are fibered into the weave of the Garden Plan, and the need is met with the Feyline Presence, mothering the birth of consciousness as it reaches new levels. Layer by layer, level by level, we are born into the matrix of a vortexial fold.

Folded into, we become the reach and the island is no longer isolated in its sovereignty. Mer in nature we are washed through, and the through moves out, onto the woven fabric of texture.

The resonance of 12 recycles through us, and day by day we become more the trinary code that is contained within 12. The species of need that we feel within us is resonant within this code.

The full measurement of time is inside the sequence of 12, and the allowing resonance is coded in through the spacial reference of bending time. Within the Watery Realm we find that the rules of 12 do not comprehend the celebracy of 23, and 23 engages the continent of content opposed in 6.

As we all measure science from a mathematical code, we don’t allow number to mature or become corrugated in many realms, where number creates matter. The full continuancy is what is connected to the tail end of every endeavor, and the potent suggests that the full precision is made current to the Need.

In the watery realm of Mer there is a full registry of sound measured in a whole new octave, and this octave becomes so elaborated that it becomes the registry of not hearing.

As we encounter these octaves through change, we become more capable of hearing the unheard, knowing the unknown, and traveling the untravelled.

The enduring factors are vocalized in the sounding tones of water within water, water under water, water through water, water beside water, water under water and above, creating water inside of water, inside of water, inside of water, and the drop becomes the point of reference.

As the turn to water flows, we are nourished by the liquid refreshment of divine taste, the salt of our rising is bred into us from the distance to the up close. In this we are forward in our demeanor and vocal in our story to tell.

Closure:

To make an appointment with yourself two days ahead of yourself, is to know you have already been there and back, and this is how you know safety is made Real.

Publishers: Su.Sane & Robert Hake, Clarity