2023 September 29 Issue
The Mother Begins to Oracle Your Ears Deeper
Introduction:
We are marked by the page, we sculpt into place, and we always know where the hole begins and the word drops down into.
The Mother Begins to Oracle Your Ears Deeper
Listening is so much a part of hearing that to take in what you’re hearing is also a part of healing. When we heal, we hear, when we hear, we are listening. To listen to the Mother Tongue requires stillness and breath.
To breathe requires skill, not what is called average every day breathing, but breathing that takes in the deeper that your ears long for. Deeper in meaning, deeper in compassion, deeper in directness.
The Red Thread weaves its way throughout your system of well-being, you are truly woven from the sounds of numbers, letters, and geomatric equations. These rooted sounds are there for you to receive, not dig up and toss out.
We are in the middle of a vast array of toning escalation, one that is bringing a renewal of focus and intuitional break-throughs, enough to breach limitational ceilings.
This is on a galactic scale, affecting every system down to the photonic levels, a fibonacci unfolding that brings many supportive and sustainable patterning into the Papered Awareness of continuity.
We must map ourselves into the realization that the listening is essential to the opening, and the opening occurs because the alignment within is in deep relationship with the Mother.
Gaia supports all life, and the resilience given to life sustains its procreational abilities to flourish. The Garden Plan is abundant and shows its colors easily, readily, and profusely.
We are in the curve of the map, and the navigational sounds are paramount to the ease of travel. We travel the Mycelial Network and listen intently by registering our intent and our longing.
We expand our hearing to allow the flow of sound, to note us with its melody, its nuanced vibrational resonance, which feeds us informational equations. This food is nurturance and sustains the travel.
We travel the curve of the Oracle, bringing forward the patterns of light that sustain us and those who are able to listen to the inner depth of themselves.
Time brings with it the necessary elements to curve and fit your ears with the sound, sound that makes up love and compassion, filled to over-flowing with the needed nutrients.
Taste and flavor are the notes of sound that move into the flow of Mouth, and the Mother Tongue remedies the natural balance, so that the curve of throat bends with gravity, to the gut response of Heart Felt Ease.
We are in a time of ease, and the limitational restraints are dissolving, so that the movement can flow its generosity and bring the gifts of expansive creativity into the picture. As the picture grows the sound increases its reach.
Bringing forward the natural brings with it the responsive ease, due to the sympathetic resonance of Mycelial rootedness and the travel of equally noted galactic parings.
We twin ourselves each day to the sun and moon, via the Gaiac effect of trinary resolutionary bodies, these three close bodies match resonance with your own, to anchor the gravitational harmony needed, to hear clearly.
The amount of volume, to contain the immense, is minute, is photonic, is fibonaccied in its scope, and this alchemical process is the seed essence of germinal equational mass.
The volume of the Red Thread is immense, yet so fine as to be invisible in its underpinning the cosmos. The star field of vastness rotates, to give view to the axis of apexial movement.
The Blue ears of acceptance come from the ocean’s shells, the Mer body, and the wave of particle awareness of the scored salt of our cells. We remain totally anchored to our oceanic upbringing.
Beneath the below, we swim in the inner ear of listening, and we hear the ancient, as well as the modern, so that the balance remains constant and grounded in its etherous oceanic resonance.
The current is flowing and the depth is fathomable, as we make our way through our travels down to the bottom of our core resilience, Home. Beneath the bedrock, the tunneled effect of hearing bridges the ancient to the modern.
We are indigenous to our surroundings and able to hear the sonic rhythmic pulse of the Mother. In this we are able to ascertain the available amount of ingenuity to breach the impasse and contain the limitation in its own limit.
As we expand our expression, we contain the limit and use its framework to build upon, we garden and guardian the planet through this work and are able to feel and understand the part we play. Play is the key.
The full capacity held within the knowledge of a soul composing itself as a mind is an integrating source that reveals a large capacity for consciousness sharing.
The center equivalent of timing is only registered through its source resistance to limit. All the covers are pinned down to itself, so that one can stitch back together its own fragments.
The narrow composure, the sentences we speak and the truth we know, as the accommodating factor of consciousness, we are now inside the discussionary level, and we now concentrate our physical frame.
When the character of knowledge becomes so fastened to the mind much more can then be held as of consequence.
Between what is significant at this time, and what is not significant, there is some level of confusion. We are now trying to weave through the pressure, until we can undo the knot of confusionary illusion.
When we narrow the escape clause we become more visited by repeated patterns, and these patterns do not serve us in the way they used to.
The trinary code deals significantly with all illusionary volumes, and these volumes are narrowed in their content to slide on through, as a non-significant force.
The price for this kind of time-warp has already been evolved. We are now conceiving the full feeling level, integration becomes very necessary, and the full content of code is fully utilized.
The concentrated effort that is now being moved, is in accordance with certain factors of ignition. To ignite the course, certain factors of need require a certain decisiveness.
The full connect required is moving into volume for protection, centering, and assimilation. The narrow content of need is preformed in three squares.
One square, Heart, second square, Mind, third square Spirit, the collage of self always completing itself through a new perspective of place, size, time, decision.
Calling the forces of bend into a circle, we learn to navigate ourselves through a circumferic way. The total necessitating vision is followed through, in all its circumferic layers, into a spinal code of the equation within the DNA.
The total factoring is given room in a more consecutive place of Real, and is rooted into. To concentrate and consecrate is a consolidation of the forming factors, that roll through the Spirit at this time.
We are like a windmill catching air at each locational return, and we gather wind, breath, courage, and volume as the turn flows on.
The mirrorated concept of life and its alliances are less active in this time, so one can see real thought. Thought is a consecutive process of winding words through the processional need.
Strapping down the boot of travel, we valkyrie our motionary energy into an evolving curve of witness. We float the negative recess into a vast body of water, and allow it enough room to embody differently.
The pulling forces of requirement cannot actualize any longer in a negative perspective. The need requires more light after its study of the dark, and the survival is essential to this.
When all the layers of living have evolved and fanned into a vast rhythm, the light changes, and the Blue enters with the acceptance of the grandest of things, ideas, wishes, and dreams.
The watching forces assemble to surround and conjure a need of protection so, like Swan, we are cradled by our own feathered life. The signal sets in the center of us all, and the time moves a more definite nature and we feel the click, as it moves into place.
Yes, the definite nature does move into place and it begins to define us beyond our greatest dreams. We are now in the process of becoming more defined and our power longs for our return to who we are.
Who we are, now what is that? A question that is hard to define, measure, or write down, because it is in an unwriteable speed. The figure of longing that reaches into us now has no measuring, acceleration, or positional definement , because of its unlimitedness in nature.
The very nature of defining when something is unlimited is a race that you won’t win, but the very nature of being is so continuous that it is already ahead of you.
You are, and you are even more.
The climate of suggestion is always calling for a defined nature of yourself, but you are more creative than that. When we are given more, and see more, we feel more.
And when we feel more, we are. In the multiplication of who we are, we are more, and when we are more, we are a result of the multiplication of who we are, that is a multiuniverse, natural refinement in reality.
We are gathered together within ourselves, as the multiuniverse that never ceases to amaze, we are the amazement of all of creation, because we are fully part of the vastness that it expresses.
Our expresionary nature, via the Mother Tongue, enables us to speak in the language of the Fey, where words are not clipped for their unruly nature, their natural wildness, or their leading come hither ways.
Into the Fairie Ring you go, because you have never not been there, the difference within yourself that you have always felt comes from being at home in the Fairie Ring.
The Wedded Circumference is the wild nature of Gaia, blessing you with the ability to discern ease and flow, from limit and ticked into tock.
Our ears are spinning, with the tales told and the stories unfolded, and our Papered Awareness able to read the lines, the fairy lines of script, letters numbered left to right and right to left.
Or a call, Oracle, a golden call, a coracle boat of many seasons, floating with the flow of words, sounds, light all made present to steer, navigate us Home.
Under the watchful eyes of the Sun and the Moon, our Gaiac presence is triangulated and mapped, according to our rhythmic timing in the gravity of space, bending with time.
We expand our expressionary energy, and our ears spin the curve and mount the Shem, the She/Him and the Ger raises itself, so that the Mu of Nu can reveal new with its patterns designed to accommodate ease.
We are entering a new era, one filled with the compassionate embrace, of the cradled effect that nurtures the multiplication of sound and brings information in through the intuitive Portal.
Opened at the request of the Mother, the Portal brings gifts of new and the resilience of acceptance. This is truly new, and embracing of the natural spirit of Fey of the Red Thread.
When the weariness begins to solve its own problems you become more energized and the grace of the profound is imminent. We walk into the resolved and never walk away from the compassionate vast.
We are incarnate vehicles of motivation that can meditate on the sensual, causal, position of purpose, that we are. We must be skilled in the skill, of the skill of being skilled.
This is called scowling, and we never miss a piece of anything, that we have riveted clear within us. With the practice of scowling we collect the gold from the face of enormous and create the ridge of the frame of who we are.
We are framed for the weave. Like a loom that collects all threads of a vast nature of being that we are. We square the loom, we knot the page, we fold the bend, we attach the bead, and we thread it through as reclamation.
Reclamation, a Place of Real we call Home.
Closure:
Frequently placed are many salutations, and we send one to who you are, and bend down into place your very name, letters, and code.