By Clarity
Become, become what became, and become what became before became, and know that the becoming became, so that what became can become what becomes, because of what became.
Completely Feeling The Stroke Of Will
The new breath, today, is as fresh as yesterday’s and the ease of the day is trying to gather steam. We are emotionally current to our dreams, and their rhythm is setting the day’s direction.
The color of the day tells us snow is on the way, and Spring tells us. “I’m trying, too.” The trying is the listening, and feeling our way through the narrow spots, that seem to catch and clog our rhythm.
We round the corners with each other, and move the Forward into the center for safe keeping. There is much that would try to dissuade us, but we disperse the tight by calling Solomon’s Seal to us.
Our Mycelial Awareness, combined with our Papered Awareness, opens us to the advent of many doors, tiny and large, that will enable us to pass through, and into a greater platform.
We have Shemmed the arrival, we have ignited the Ger, and we are open to the Mu of the Nu, beyond the collapse of limitation, and we have charted our course eons ago. We are Ready.
Our Will is fulfilled by the stoke of the pen, the brush, the wand, and the magic that comes from each of these allows the flow to be embraced, and the vision to open more fully.
More fully engaged, we are able to swing the energy into an accompanied collaboration, that renders the vision with color fleshed out, and our movement more able to create images that fill to overflowing.
As creativity comes to the forefront, we are able to expand our expression, and allow the ease to enter, with the expanded color palette necessary, to be planted deep enough to grow.
We Shem our own sides as we assist each other, so that as we encounter the color coming into view, we can speak the white of what colors our words. We are Ready. This allows us to register the meaning of the sight.
We are sighted, so that we can circumnavigate the course, and free the Will to its ability of acceptance and the ease, with which it comes into a feeling registry of compliance and nobility.
Our Papered Awareness is growing, and the creases and folds are moving, so that what we have seen, read, and heard, are registering at a more rapid rate, and this rate speed augers well for the Ger.
The more we Shem ourselves up, the greater the force of Ger, the greater the force of Ger, the greater the angle of ascent. We are threading through on a Pulse of Red, and the passion it takes to undergo speed rate change is what the embodiment requires.
Accepted are the layers of planetary alignments, accepted are the layers of galactic adjustments, accepted are the placements of universal sovereignty, and as we come into rhythm with these, our vibrational resonance equates the want, need, and desire to move forward.
We begin to draw and enclose the image, and as we imagine, we are able to come forward, into the ease with which we desire most. This opens us up and creates space to relax, develop, and grow from our roots up.
The Mycelial Way is through the Rooted Way, which is through the Wooded Way, and we are Cause and Creative within this Vortexial Expression. As we bring the image into focus, we find ourselves close in to the Us of We.
No matter what the occasion, we are able to sit down to tea, and with patience be fed by the Long Spoon of another’s reach. This is a Proper Tea Party, and the March Hare has already gone off and left April holding the bag of chocolates.
The math adds up to a far reach, and we are all part of the party of well-wishers hoping to gather enough, to have a splendid day out, one that lasts the season, and brings with it a Rainbow of colors.
The Alembic Eggs are dying to be colored in, and the book, with all its lines, words, and equations, is ready to be folded into its covers for the night.
The Moon will rise, take its place orbiting our Gaia home of Place, and we will yawn, with a tiredness that messages our dreams to pillow our heads on our bed, so that what we are awake to can align itself properly.
There is no reason to fret, the strings are already strung and the notes are playing softly, as we remember the tunes from an ancient source of songs, ones we need only hear the first few notes to fall fast asleep.
The Raven lands quietly at our feet, hops to our knees, bent into our sleeping posture, and sings to us of Home, the one beyond the limitations of duality.
When Lewis Carroll brought the dreaming rabbit hole up out of sleep, and into the daytime world of sunshine and bluebirds, he knew what he was doing, and what a risk it was.
No one had spoken of something so outlandish as Rabbits with pocket watches, Mad Hatters, and a Dormouse who was friends with a Caterpillar, not to mention a Cheshire Cat.
When a man of mathematical standing stands up for the imaginal realm, a man wearing Oxfords, or teaching at Oxford, then you know the world has gone upside down and sideways.
Taking the easy way out, by rolling out the door of Round Sound, we are able to increase our speed and gain the momentum we need to Voice our Purpose and claim a majority within our own House of Parliament.
When a childhood song, ‘London Bridge is Falling Down’, turns into an oil tycoon buying it for $2.4 million dollars and moving all 10 tons of it, brick by brick to Arizona, then you know something is afoot.
To feeling the light from the Air and make with it your buoyancy, then you have no fear of being hurt when you land in Wonderland.
Inside the promise, as all promises are, there is a secret that needs a promise, and we open ourselves to it, because we are seekers and we retreat only into the deep if a promise is held secret, and we open it up like a great gift from the Mother.
The promise is about us, and how old we really are, and how many times we have busted the truth open, and laid the way for others.
We are the most corrugated now, of all we ever have known, and this knowing is a bit secret, and we have the only key.
It’s a large travel that is vast and open, and full of ocean awareness, and it rounds our world, like a great boat on the sea of our own intensity.
Creating an individuality that is radiant of such treasure. We have the small key and it fits nothing else, so it is worthless to those who don’t seek equally what we do.
The travel is made treacherous at times, and the vast sea of awareness rocks deep our boat, and we manage to succeed with the help of the Mother.
Our thoughts are made more of an errand, but our deep potential is guarded by the potency of the small key. The small key of awareness, that floats our world above the drowning, and even though at times we are tempted to go under and stay.
We know that our own intensity will not allow it, we didn’t come for just the fun, we came for the fold, the fold that makes potential quantralized and become potent, like a large ship on the open sea.
Are we pirates, or are we saviors? Is our commodore sovereign? Have we captured ourselves enough, to know who is captain and who is not?
The way of Life is now showing the beginning of a Discern, and this Discern is mapping out a large area of discernment, a land where your consciousness knows your sovereigning territory.
We have been called up, and even thrown down, and called up again, and even thrown down, and even called again, because you are about the mummer, in the Sea of Mer.
And you know how to roll over into a new wave of consciousness, that you can revitalize yourself with, so you will not be thrown down again.
You are not about the life of throw down, throw back, throw forward, throw backward, throw under, throw up, you about the weighted, the weighted spoken that holds you like a boat, and keeps you on top of the Seed of Potential.
There is more space now, than ever before, because we now know of outer space, in addition to inner space. The congenial drama of becoming an astronaut, that can navigate the world of outer space, is now registered fully.
You have your gear that you stored away in the early days, but now are very relevant to this changing world. You make possible the variant ways, that can accommodate you now, that is not any longer woo woo space, but is more rarely know as outer space.
Being a space cadet, is quite amiable at this time, because you know how to find Air and Gravity, in a silent unwinded world, that is now captivating many.
The upper ranges of your confoundment are now settling in, as a bit more real than you thought before. Your Planetary Will is starting to gain appendages, and it can speak more for what you know, and even what you don’t know.
The culinary arts are becoming more a taste of the outer world of your sensory mechanisms, so now you can taste deeper, and beyond more eclipsing senses.
Pyramidal equations rotate in a more sensorial motion, and what spun before, now spins faster. We are all more of the carnal note on this planetary plateau, and the carnal is really more related to the carnelian stone, and its outer limits.
The permanent posture is now becoming more insular, and we stand more steadfast on our feet, without having to gauge critically, what direction we are pointing to.
The insular momentum is regulated by the perpetuating speed of a more common event. The solar event approaching is equational in more ways than we realize.
The numbers held within the elementals are now ready to do something magical, beyond any human event is capable.
The numbers already know more of who they are, and how they count up, to balance the future of a beautiful way of being, on a beautiful planet, that Gaias its way throughout the galaxy.
There is more, and that is great, because more is longed for in a most bodied way, that knows itself from the inside to the outside, and how to manage its beauty, and keep it held safe in the stars.
The beginning now is the total of the ending, and the ending supports the beginning of the beginning. The other words that live in time and space, navigate through, to get to this future of numbers.
So drop the pen, the pencil, the logarithm, the ruler, the measuring kite, the all-inspiring ego, that has forgotten itself, and the jewel it is on the Nile.
Prepared now is the station of outer travel, and the lift off is beginning to Shem up to an outer starry night, that even would make Van Gogh proud, and maybe he is here in some way, and is even about this count down.
Counting up, counting down, it is all about giving and forgiving. As we make our marks on this time of unfoldment, we see into the future made of abundance, and the ease with which we are a support.
The Tea Party table is set, and we call out to the watchpocketed Rabbit, with his long ears, his ability to pick up sound long distances, and how he can flit from page to page carrying information, letter by letter.
We begin, we draw, and enclose the image given to us by the Mother, the gift-giver of the Universe, and we are set to bringing the gifts we are given, so that we can share, the time is Nu, the time is Now.
Rather than waiting, because we never wait, unless asked to by the Mother, we move forward into the Door of Opening and the path of Wooded is rooted at our feet.
The way is cleared of its many obstacles, and you will find what once was difficult, now becomes easy, and easy always has time for Tea. Get out the cups and saucers, the silverware, and the best plates, you are ready.
As the Book of Alice, that mathematical magical folding paged rendering, flips its pages, we are taken in and brought up properly for a change.
Changed we are, as are you, and whether you get it or not, the knot is undone, and you are on your way. Hold on to your Hat, because the Mad Hatter, who is not mad in the least, will now decorate your crown and send you off Spinning like a Top.
We are at the end of this particular beginning, so that we can now begin the next beginning before it gets away from us. Just look at your outfit, it simply won’t do, you must be attended to by the free-fitters of freedom, with that you’ll finally have room to really move.
Closure: Rhythm set, power channeled, emersion completed, frequency pulsed, and the manner of Life, rare that it is, is settled into the Future.
