By Clarity
Fully sponsored by time, we take in the space we need, to accommodate a large shift, if we can only rattle our bones enough, to understand what is between the lines and over the top.
We are bound together by our rooted existence, our mycelial connections travel great distances; from area to area, planet to planet, universe to universe, solar system to solar system.
We reach far beyond the limitations of thought, and ride the threaded lines of weave. Woven within the apparent notion of opinion, mycelial spreads it influence far far past opinion and into the reality of connection.
We can easily see our connections through the Flower. Each one being an emissary of color, line, shape, and fragrance, the senses that make up who we are. Their purpose is their own, independent and self reliant, bearing witness to the light above them and the rich dark dirt beneath their feet.
We flow with their essences, they are within us as we are within them, part and parcel, on this postage stamp of a planet, this postage stamp of a Garden. The Flower of Life unfolds its wings and we are carried away with its petals of geomatric beauty.
We flow with the water of our Situla body, the cauldron of our Soul, and we emerge from sleep into the awakened dream of dreaming.
Announcing ourselves Present, we find Place and Purpose equally amusing, and we form our nature by the nature around us. We roll over into an orbit of celestial circumference and this times us into a dailyness that clocks our speed and marks our progress.
Untied from the celestial tide of force, we make our way past the guarded nature of production, and form a more important expression of Self realized as Independent and Free.
Untitled and understood by our rooted family of flowers, we pick and choose which among us are ready to embark on a discovery of unsurpassed beauty, that the space time resides within is expanded due to its length and breadth.
Planted by determination, located by desire, and set into place by want and need, we are necessary to our own survival, our own expressionary lineage.
We bring with us all our instinctive prowess, and we Cat our relationship with the Feylines of Sirius, midwives to the birth of our star system.
We are matched to each flower by our expressionary energy signature, and we find great solace in our connection at the root.
Completing the digestion of color in one’s life is essential for the interactive resonance of consciousness. To begin a brief inherited codex that is capable of creating order in the algorithms of expresionary energy. The full inherited code is reliable when the matrix system is opened and portal gateway is made within its streaming system.
The full negotiable awareness is calculate more freely through this, and the spacial reference is made adequate for the need.
When thought is processed through its own number system, it is capable of addition and erasure. The informational reference is needed more keenly, when the rotational substance of negated equations is needed.
Inside the imprintsial disposition there is a substantial amount of negotiable space and this will assist in any rhythmic changes.
The protein resistance character of many negotiable needs makes it difficult to eradicate a resistance, when acceptance is the healing point.
There are more motionary requirements, when the source of a needed vacuum is not given room. The additional factors that allow for negotiable equations are not often settled into place soon enough, so the rate speed must be accelerated, so the corrugation of the full equation can be centered into place.
The negotiable formula is moved through the imprintsial mycelial light patterns, and the connectedness is resolved into place.
The full mentionary requirement is given a voice to immaculate itself. This allows more potentionarily responses.
The creative resonation requirements are then expanded and the ability to potential into place is made balanced and real.
In the middle of the frame of intention is the pinpoint reference of connectial volume, resonated as part of Source. The communion of thought and matter becomes more resonant and recognized.
The centering of one point to another is vital at this time. There is a scopial view that makes more adequate the gesture of compassionate understanding.
What is taught is absorbed, and what is thought is solidified, so that change in this time has foundation and balance.
When the codial warning appears, one must step back and broaden the view. This will allow for the creative tension needed to expand.
The accelerated mode is within the digit and its inherent code has foundation. Watch the lineage, watch the code, watch the line, watch the connection that can spin on a dime.
Much potent realization is beginning to cover the territory of need, and the comfort can be found in the allowance and letting go.
To frame out the carriage is to begin to resonate the alchemical creed of the witness. The wedded circumference is the witness to the inherent code. When the restrictive current begins to take hold, let go, let go, let go.
The minor fusion is now relative to the major need. The witness of the carriage connects to the speed and what was held is then let go.
The pendant factor is recalculated and the miss is not expressed. The variant word is made more negative and the allowing space makes the expansion possible.
As we mark our time through the necessary reeds of existence, we find time shadowed through the lines of passage. Water marks our rising and we fall by the tide of our moon.
Moonflower erases the need for constant equationally finding, and the seedial is planted within the reflective light of lit.
We come to this time of Garden, and we root ourselves deeply within our listening. Fibered are our ears, as they are woven through and through with the threads of our needled penetrations.
Whole after whole is made, and we plant the seeds of our expression deep within the fabric of our cloth. This then opens us up to the loom of moon tethered to our trajectory and its elliptical motion.
Solitary is not the reality of our choosing, but connected is an underground and spacial thing that brings us in contact with the elements of holographic alchemy.
2D, 3D, 4D, 5D, all notes on a scale of 1 to 10, each an unfolding petal to the Flower of Life. We tree our existence dimensionally to the branches from the trunk, fed by the roots, in deep communication and communion with every other tree in existence.
Noted are the languages by their similarities, and spoken are the tongues of the Mother Tongue. The Voice maps the way of inclusion, and the fibered nutrition is fed by the Red Thread of Pulse.
We are impressions by our color resonance and we bring the volume of hue and tint into the Red Thread weave of Existial Presence.
Timed by our resilience, we are able to fashion the unlimited reality through the eye of the needle, and establish a new resonating factor of inclusivity to match the Garden Plan.
Matching flower by flower, we are able to discern the Language of the Flowers, as did George Washington Carver in his deep listening to the Divine.
Our course is set by the stars that are unlimited in scope and expansive in brilliance. Guided is our navigation, and mapped are the celestial geomatric formations of the Dreaming Self Awake.
Now we are able to conclude the path of stars and the sounds of fibered resonance, so that we are able to tune the notes to new melodic harmonies, each note whole and complete within itself.
We match ourselves to Flowers and stars, thereby connecting our threadial existence above and below. We are forever connected from our core self to our galactic center.
As we are centered, we center, as we center, the lift between below and above interconnects, and the fibers of listening create a singular resonance, that brings together the notes of D into place; 2,3,4,5 D, all threaded together, to form a harmonic resonance that completes its course.
The floralscope of plant life is increasing its yield, and the letting go of old is making way for the receiving of newness in a comfort of ease. We are following a path that includes unlimitedness in all its forms of compassion.
The bouquet of gathered blooms matches the mycelial nature of your nature, and you are allowing the new to infuse you with a constancy of well-being, compassion, and love.
The Mycelial Healing Imprintsial Light Patterns increase their own potency, star yield, and therefore are able to traverse the hidden terrain of corrugated matter.
As we corrugate ourselves, through the bending and folding of our Papered Awareness, we gather together the threads that word our existence, and number our counting beyond limit.
We cause the numbers to shift, as we encounter the made of relief, and the relief enables us to bend time and shape space, so that the ease of compassion has the room requirement of settled.
We are settled into our bones, into our tissue, into our organs, and we impress ourselves into the mold of our making.
Spoken is the word that speaks, bowed is the letter that takes on its title, imprinted is the remnant sound of hearing color and voluming the force of Will that it embodies.
When the consonant is spoken strongly, the volume of need is recognized. When the yearning within the word elongates its letters, there is a cooperative evolvement that is allowed, that is bigger than any word ever heard.
The amount of particle awareness is beyond the witness, the beam of Light, the folding matter, the particle of occidental. The spoken willingness is not dimensional, it is resurectional, and the full categorized position of understanding is given a wrinkle, to accommodate the moment of wrinkle in time.
A word out of place, a situation scolded till it no longer burns. We all sit in this from time to time, and it is uncomfortable, and we call out for compassion, and we wonder why it has so much heat.
The memory of the scolding scalds the meaning, until we understand. Yes, hot, it is red hot, because it fears it will not be heard enough. It fears it will never be seen, it is fish-like because of the swim it needs.
But when it comes out of the West, it has a desert to claim, and a full echo of wind without water, emotion of fierce ignorance, and it calls into the sound of the pitch of nothingness, and we accept it possibly as future.
We have forgotten our direction, we no longer know north, South, East, or West. We no longer know up and down, we just know this fierce presence, and we cow down until we smell ourselves and the difference it is, and the difference we are, and we know once again where Home is.
We must let go, and allow ourselves to sink into our own smell, our own wildness, our own instinctual vision, then we find our own fierceness, and we won’t be broken by the overload of what cannot allow love.
Love is the oracle, love is a scent, love is the wild olfactory system, love is the cradle nestial urge to fold into ourselves, our own nestial self. We smell heat, we smell passion, we smell our own fecudial wisdom.
We crack the whip over the Kraken and we make him return to the depths of oceanic drowning. We conialize ourselves, like a pyramid rising, and we claim the ancient land below.
The ornate of wisdom belts us, and we put on our armor of Valkyrie rising. Get ready, for the time has not forgotten us, and we are in the moment of its need.
Our shield of flowers brings with it the healing power of change, and the change is flexible, directional, and has momentum, in its intake of the vast amount of mycelial healing light imprintsial patterns.
The geomatric calibration is unseen, yet its effectiveness is beyond precision, beyond splitting the arrow, it is before the arrow and target ever existed. It has already flown and has already completed its journey. Success is the Reality of Love and Compassion.
Closure: Closing the hamper of dirty clothes, we begin to look up to a whole new closet of what we can wear, that never needs laundering, and only soaks up the sweet smells of our happiness.
