When you step up to your joy, and your play, you step up to your Divine Brilliance.
No sooner does the day start than you are pitched into play, and that quite honestly upsets a lot of people. Not children so much, mind you, but the older ones seem to have lost much of the play attitude.
Reserved for weekends and vacations, play falls to the lot of ‘separate time’, ‘special time’, ‘allocated time’, none of which command the primary presence needed for today’s world.
The Red Thread always manages to find its way through the knots of too tight a weave, and it is there that we find our proper course of action.
Throw on another pot of Tea, get out the books and games, open the windows for fresh air, and please don’t drag your feet. You’d think you were being asked to recite a 1,000 lines of some obscure tome.
If you would just look around you, you’d see you’re not the only one down the Rabbit Hole. Hopefully you are some of the few, who have managed to retain at least most of your Child Nature, tucked safely inside your innermost pocket.
The circumference measure isn’t taken until you are at least so many years old, and no one know that number, therefore whether you feel young or not, you are.
The Galaxy thinks of you as a new born, for the most part, although there are some that appear younger than that even, mere stardust forming, but no matter how you look, or what age you are, to the Galaxy you are just getting started.
So to bend into the life of play is as Sirius as it gets, you have to feel as though you might be from another place, not completely terra firma, not all Gaia composed, and you would be right, even according to the newest scientific studies.
The Red Thread evens the Pulse as you round these bends of information, encoded into story-telling, and realize that the story seems too strange for words, and yet, seems to have an air of spot-on-ness about it.
When you where young and not yet formed beyond yourself, you were able to see in all directions, it was called omnidirectional, and it felt right to know what was around the corner before you got there.
You knew, and still do, the before as well as the after, but now not so much, as you used to. This is to say, unless you find a good Rabbit Hole to fall down, you most likely will always remain topside, and never know the depth of what Gaia and the Galaxy have to share.
Creatives, adventurers, and explorers are always on the hunt for their curiosity’s questions and answers. And play is how you get there. All the movies you watch, all the books you read, all the articles you scan, are all part of the playing at what is Real.
The Real is amused, the Real is entertained, the Real is enlightened, the Real loves a good story, and wants to be included, but if you exclude Real, then all you have is a small amusement that loops back in on itself.
If you are ever to get anywhere at all, you must orbit yourself several times and notice which foot you start out on. If its the left, you might as well sit down and have the tea and wait a bit.
If its the right, then set off straight away and get up a good head of steam. Get your Ger moving, and use the Shem to gain more height in your move, that way you’ll be sure to take off on time.
There is nothing worse than starting off on the wrong foot and then pretending to get it right when you got it left. It’s not wrong, but it isn’t right either.
This is a telling of the Rabbit and the Pocket Watch, and how time took so long that the sun went to bed early, and the flowers tucked themselves in for the night, and the bees headed back to the hive bedraggled.
The next morning the Rabbit realized that the time had lengthened and space expanded, so that meant there was more room to be worked with, and the only way it could be filled in time, was to play it forward.
The Note was C and the ease was put up on the easel and the compassion flowed into the room like water.
To see such a sight as this was what so many wished for, but forgot.
How many times have you forgotten to dream what you wanted, to see it before and after, and know from around the corner that the Nu was at hand. This is why we applause when something conpletes that we so enjoy.
Give yourself a hand right now, because you are inside a story that goes on forever and concludes each day with the play you had hoped for.
We are never forgotten by what we dream of, no matter what you may have heard. And the only way to find your way to where you are going is to look at your feet. What way are they pointing?
It’s as simple as that, and there are so many that will tell you, that’s it’s not possible to make something simple, that they have spent so many eons making complex.
They have not been listening to the high mathematics of Lewis Carroll calculating the falling ratio of rabbits, to the Fibonacci sequence, and how the imagination works out the oddities through play.
Remember, the way to the heart is through play, the way to any serious endeavor is through the quarter turn and bend that accompanies the curves that arcs its way into beauty.
Gaia meet Venus, Venus meet Mercury, Mercury meet the Sun. Third from the Sun, no small accident, trinary encodement allows for the resolution of sound harmonics that create harmonies that we respond to with pleasure.
Music is play, art is play, dance is play, writing is play, musing is play, toys are play, tools are play, and all these combine themselves from the toy box to the desk, as long as there’s enough light to breathe.
Have you forgotten to breathe in play? Today, we’re talking about today, have you forgotten to breathe in play. A Sirius question with a serious answer. What odd character are you leaving out of your story?
Pull on the Red Thread, the lineage thread that is tied to your pocket. Speaking forth within the quickened tongue of positional radiance, the coming through begins to initiate a new cordial environment.
The moth, being a ancient one of existing vision, the quickening begins with the lunar month of May. The opening that is facilitated has begun to calculate and the calculations pay no rent to the plasma of life contained.
The sacred motionary vision brings light to the lunar accomplishment. The Excalibrated Sword of Vision quantranizes the pose of what accumulates, equational precision.
The lunar notification is exquisite in the Phosphoricum of Intelligencia. The radial precision is prismatic, and angled for the fluctuating forces.
There is an arborational colleague, that will assist in the locational torerisims. When the mark is made, the balance will locate itself and create ease.
The unordinary will become ordinary, and the class fixations will let go of their divisionary acquaintances. There will be much that forces the orbitratis to align with the participal of language, that emulates Love.
The focus is emulated more clearly, in a night spoken within the range of illuminating languages. The focus forming will allow more ease, as the equational shifts take count.
The signal has set down its pattern, and placed its name in the middle, in the middle of naming the name, that names all signals.
Proportionary elongation is set into the place of Rede, and the navigation is free spoken, and the weary lay down their stress.
The merry-makers continue their past, and make way for the spoken Rede; the candle is lit, the circle is made, the square surrounds and the path yields to the difference.
All that is neighbored is unfenced, and the Red Fence remains, as it closes the confusion from the unknowable. Strapped in for the narrow force, all journey within the journey spoken.
Vibrancy is the positional fold, the awakened memory is set into each crease, and the crease navigates the next fold.
There is much that works the way of spoken, and the abundance of given comes into the count. As the counted makes its way forward, we are beyond the measurement of contraction.
The way is made of the light we keep, and the play we yield to within the markers of motionary alignment. We position ourselves within the scope of light frequency, and this allows us to move quickly and with the agility necessary for balance.
The closing nature of timing, the expansive nature of space, allows the feeding of Transformational Existial Awareness as it is poured into the Tea Pot of Existial gathering. A Situla.
We gather ourselves into the bowl of Om, the Vessel of Self, and we remember that the play is the sound of our own Humming, tuned to the frequency of Play.
We note this within our bodies and embody its embrace. We remember the ones that made us cosy, the ones that were there throughout the night, never sleeping, always keeping an eye out for us.
We do not toy with your emotions, but we do allow the recall to surface, so that the face you face is only your own joy, and the absolute delight you have as you recover yourself sideways.
Marked by day and night, as facets of the Fibonacci sequence, we rabbit ourselves, we burrow ourselves deeper into the covers, and relish the sweetness of warmth and the deep sense of safety.
The world has forgot its covers, it has forgot its warmth, it has forgot its sense of safety in many many places, but the Play has the power to out last the old dynasty.
As we bend light, we bend ourselves into the corrugated factors of crease. This forms the Nation of Papered Awareness and the fortitude of story-telling. Neither rhyme nor reason can waylay the testament of joy.
By the time the reach has been reached, the make is made, and the ease is established. This allows for the timing to pour itself into the space requested, and we can then rest.
Closing in the narrow channels, the folded resonance is now firming up the consciousness needed, for the next rotational equation.
The full floational memory is now moving with the waves of consciousness, as the older than ever before begins to sequence itself with the timing of need.
The foremost equation is now weaving through the intragal patterns of Intentional Living. The deepest reference is allowing the deepest movements, and the deepest movement is allowing the deepest consciousness, to rise through the floors of the past into the now, beginning to hold up a new way of beginning and living.
The finishing of pattern is now expressing a new level of administering, to the need of past reservations.
The quickly made is confirmed as correct, and the surface is smooth, and full of embracement.
What is made is round and spherical, and it creates the tension of the square, so that the administration of a new pattern can be done, in the correct revisionary momentum.
The spacial references, for the equational differences, are motionary, and because of this motionary they can move very quickly through precisonal differences, and relate with directional positions that evolve light.
The spacial comfort that this emits is immense for the world, galaxy, and universe, and the relationshipial position it creates for light and love is great.
What is now created is from and for a different era, and this gives great hope to change. We are a very relationshipial world, and the galaxy of the Me of Self is accommodating the differences in its makeup, and this makeup regulates the changes in very fiberous, immediate, intimate ways that the Self needs most.
The created force of limitation is unbound and put into the gesture of illuminated. When the knot starts to unwind and unknot its own beginnings, there is a regular visitation to the tension, which counters the spacial conference of all life.
This brings forward the timing, to bring the ease forward throughout the galaxy and universe, so that we are inherent in the closure of need and the acceptance of renewal.
We each reach for the Play, of what calls us forward in the light of day and the night of illumination by the clock of lunar precision.
It is time to be awaken to the joy that play gives, beyond the knot of no.
All parts create to the fold, and the fold remembers what all parts are looking for, and the given is made creased.
