10/29/2024
Guised as biological content,
There is a subset of the fissure that rattles the cells contained within the new human perspective.
Electrical systems overcharged and under utilized as a result of containment.
Tuning a radio frequency to the right channel opens up a whole vibrational standard unbeknownst til now.
Rattle the merrymakers, sting the lid off of the tail that binds, unravel ever so slowly now.
Checkpoints of grids activated, fire up the kettle for a slow and tedious burn.
Ashes to brilliance in the alchemical symmetry of effervescent form to manifest, alivened now.
New human, strong and resilient and forbearance begone unto the sharpened swords’ clean sweep.
Bones rattle, cells respond in spiraling concentric spheres, swirling about as new strands appear.
New human in the magnitude of all there is, blood running through the veins, stronger than before.
From the core of this field to the horizons of galaxies yet to be conceived, illumined new human appears.
Shine, wakefulness to rising up, higher and higher… fringe be gone centrifugal forces collide.
Rebirth, a life within a life, with no appearance of a physical ascension, the new human arrived.
See your own awareness of now, as a unique storage receptacle that is ready to be cleared out.
Gone, no more holding on to belongings that long ago lost their place in your place called home.
Home, the heart of the matter of reconciling what now is real in this inhalation you take.
Seeing these belongings as energy to thought to matter.
Matter, the very human (perceived) sustenance of One’s life, the things we collect.
Collections scatter about as relics, misshapen figures, ordinary objects with erroneous meanings and all the while these notions morph into “Self” imposed programs of conduct, ridiculous belief systems and OH the stories of One’s life.
The stories, the continuum of nonsensical and concurrent running loops that in essence shade the realness of every inhalation.
If the clouds of your thinking are mired in notions that no longer serve you and anyone else, pick up an eraser, wipe away the clouds and edit at will.
Observations indicate that there are mass awakenings of folks like you and I, who are questioning themselves, about this very quandary of outdated patterns of behavior.
Taking this idea forward even further, some are adapting others’ patterns/loops as their own, all the while the results of these activities continue to expand out more pain, suffering, restlessness, anxiety, and so on and so on.
So, why write this rant?
Many of us are travelers, in fact we ALL are.
We come to this home, Gaia, to experience a life.
Along the way, we lose sight of the truth of who we are.
We, the Divine, God-Particle material of this planet and beyond, are here now.
Born of stardust and the right ingredients for this home planet journey.
Each day a new stream of energy arrives, ripe for a whole new vision of inhalation.
Being present in this your inhalation is in fact enough.
Come into allowance of letting go.
In this inhalation, what now will you create?
May you give birth to something new?
In this inhalation, may your heart open in a way that expands your love into the infinite nature of all that is.
Remembrance is key. Your creations, the seed.
