Water, Thoth, and a mouse

 There may or may not be a pool in my backyard...

but if you were aware of the magic that bleeds from the aether...

and especially through this manifestation...

you'd know that there most definitely is.

So this long hiatus from writing was legitimately excused.

There may or may not be *many shares of Tesla on my Robinhood account.

And I appreciate the financial backing they've provided me the past few months.

and for the future too *thumbs up

There may or may not be an adventure in abundance happening tomorrow too.

When we douse the casino slot machines and play the ones that are ready provide sustenance.

Because if it works for water...which is energy... 

It most certainly works for money...which is energy too.

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There may or may not have been a huge download a week or so ago...

and we were going to write about then, but waiting felt more inline... 

so we waited... and maybe the passion involved isn't as rose colored as it first was.

but it's gold... for sure.

There just may or may not be the issue of not remembering what we were gonna say about it.

hehe.... *awkward

It was about the sacred puzzle.

About falling into divinity.

About this evolving and INvolving.

And it's deep, and high, and even if one was aware of the duality... 

there are layers upon layers upon layers... but they are not layers so much as unified fields.

There's a place for them all. And all of them are equal...

We are speaking of all the things. And heaven, and hell, and light, and dark.

And all are sacred.

 

I asked Thoth about this perspective.

He said that we hold all of Christ in us... and we hold all of the devil...

all of the light, and all of the dark... all of heaven and all of hell...

 "Who do you think is more powerful?" He asked directly, simply...

... he answered it before I could... 

"I am." He glares.

 "And so we are, because we carry all the power of all the earths, of all the realms, both starbound and of the terrestrial planes."

"We are whatever, wherever, whomever... we move into."

there was way more... about those who are not able to hold both, unable to choose their lives.

That royalty (his reference of royalty are those who see from above) sees the perspective of the ALL

and actively and purposely choose their paths and create their worlds.

Unlimited and unconditional... as everything is welcomed and allowed...

and your focus and centered vibration "brings forth that which you are".

 

So there's that... 

 

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and there's some painting stuff to do

and some swimming

and some winning

and some dirt playing

and some laying grass seed

and some stir fry

and some other stuff I am not consciously remembering atm.

 

oh...and Sebastian passed on last night...

He was like 2 and a half sooo... really good for a pet mouse.

 

 

 

I present to you.... your prize.

   "Someone has to see the sunset."

 That's what he gifted upon me while we were revisiting an old paradigm.

A place from which we only meet less than a tenth of the time.

Because the new world has been birthed, and there we are not apart.

Not even a mirror to remind me of our unity... yet bestowed with all the things.

All the things. 

And I wondered how this place was seen, how this knowing was known.

I wondered wherein lied the purpose and the reasons...

and a simple statement...not even a question this time...

because there are no more questions in the new world. In the new paradigm.

"Someone has to see the sunset."

because maybe... no one else can see it. THIS specific one. THIS specific way.

And that in itself is an honor, to serve for the divine.

To be the eyes for the heavens.

To be the vessel for the Christ.

To be the realizer (real eyes) of the Universe...and of Source....and of Soul.

I will drown myself in this place.

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 The future...is no more. Neither is the past. 

And while the world does what the world does... and I'm unsure of what that is, because we've severed ties with the old world.

We are HERE.

and HERE is beautiful.

even if I can't show it, or say it, or reveal it in the way you need.

I promise though... each and every moment after this moment... will be something new.

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Body is confused, yet playing along and trusting Soul, even though Soul is nuts. A few whines here and there and then easily and quickly shrugging it off...cause Soul said to. Body is rolling with it and it appears to be working for her.

Mind is crazily quiet lately...and while she's present and watching...she hasn't commented on anything specific. We are keeping eyes on her, just in case. This is a new thing.

Brain is humming something while tinkering with random ideas and anomalies. She seems satisfied and strangely interested in the little things. 

Ego is chilling and orchestrating the song Brain is humming. Ego knows she can do all the things and have all the things, and yet she's satisfied just hanging out with the rest of these pieces of self.

The Kid has toys strewn across the floor and fixing the hair of one of them. She's kicking her feet, happily and also satisfied with the happenings around her. She's secure and at peace in her world.

Soul is way up here watching everyone and everything else. She's appreciating all their cooperation and trust, and looks at them all with a smile. She's not the same, and sits steadfast with some sort of empowerment thing going on. We like it.

in other news.... there's other news?

but guess what... we do not subscribe to that channel (the news channels) 

and have unfollowed them all...

so... if you want to know the mundane physical stuff that's occurring here...

you'll need to ask someone else, cause that's old news...

and we are HERE and we are NOW

and right NOW... we are writing in cryptic vibrations in hopes you'll take the leap and join us...or bring yourselves in line with where we are.... because I can't go down to meet you.

we can't go back to meet you either. or forward. or up. or over. or in. or out.

Only here. Only now. and that could be anywhere, at any time, in any place.

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Internet fiascos and barrages of insightful mysteries are always on the agenda. Yet we carve the paths for our soul to travel and our hearts to scourge the bridges we cross. Passion is fire and the waters are life. We move with them all and carry those dreams out to the stars, the stars from which we've come

....and to which we go.

 

 

Elephants are sentient.

All the lovely flowers, a bloomin' in the sun.
Where we go is what we will become.

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There's a lotus in the morning, that glisten and glows.
It opens with the rising light and echoes as it grows.
It radiates with essence, of delight and of delish.
It takes a master of perception, to see it through the mist.

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There's a fish in the water, swimming to and fro.
Making his way in the sea, coming and to go.
He doesn't think a thought of luck, or that of the day.
He only knows the one he is and continues on his way.

...

The moon take a dive into the expanse of the night.
Only to find a way through the dark, advancing more than light.
It takes your hand and swallows you whole.
Find your way and save the day, you are on a role.

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....
the shift has shoved us beyond wherever the known used to be....
so we can't describe where we now are...
at least not until the bearings have been regained, if that ever comes at all.

the world vanished today.... and we've shifted from one world to another
and it's fallen away
and it will not be missed

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No words for the fallen on this day.
Only the rising ones can catch a glimpse, hear the voice...
There will be no more thought of yesterday once this sentence has come to an end.


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The scent of apples and roses.

The ocean.

The clouds, white, crisp, deep.

Petals unfolding. In pink, in white.

Blooming.

Lotus.

The moonlight.

Presence.

Pillar of light.

Softness, like a minky blanket.

Dandelions.

The colors of blue.

And greens.

Vines. Tender, tranquil, spiraling upwards.

Darkness with stars unending.

A glowing.

Silver.

Breath.

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and the fire...must open it's doors

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The pockets of ivory are filled to the brim with pumpkin and nickles. Pumpkin for the seasons of air, and the nickles for the cost of tomorrow. Gather your belongings and yeet them across the yard. Only warriors follow the herd to the edge of the fields. And there, you will discover your name.

Source of Ethereal Beingness

There was an upgrade as the sun hid it's glorious face behind the earth.
Sleep was shivered and contemptuous.
A writhing, of both this sudden comfort and prolonged ache.
We're surprised it was more restful than it would be assumed to be.

Receptions were received and downloaded, almost forcefully...
hence the waking into uncomfortable moments.
And replies heard from the aether, the etheral realm of Soul.
Simple. Straight to the point.
And all of this coincides with these formations in the 3d world.

Shiva works in secret, yet we are aware of his presence still lingering
just beyond the sight of our awareness.
The wind still turbulently cascades among the outer realms.
and he is standing within it, doing his greatest work.

The Alchemist hasn't left my side.
And he's even changed once again, into a fractal image...
no longer the familiar design form, but that of a vibration and of colors...
strange... talking to the person, but knowing there's far more beneath even that.

"When the storm passes, many things will be cleared away.
     It may look like devastation, the aftermath of debris trails littering your view,
         but it will assuredly be a new world. One that fully belongs to you, and for you."

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Those are big promises. Big words, describing near impossibilities.
Yet I wouldn't doubt a sliver of his words.
Perhaps when the perceptions are clear and the paths are marked,
commencement of a divine agenda will unfold.
 .... and I don't mean the aliens and ufo's scheduled for December.
although, perhaps, those things are more along my line of comparison.

A ufo... trying to decide on a lane to drive down...
how little we think of ourselves....

yet often corrected by those who were even smaller....
and I hear Thoth coming this way...
and he would have my head and tongue if I spoke such atrocities about myself.


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Body... is stuck in limbo. In an array of agony and relief. Yet willing to follow Soul wherever she would have her go.

Brain is analyzing the odds about the arrival of ufo's.... and the odds of seeing one again, and the odds of them being both actual aliens, and being benevolent. Brain is more or less bored and this suits her.

Mind is still off somewhere in lala land. Working on something, or so she says. We all know she doesn't have to work.

Ego wants to reaffirm strong boundaries and build a wall. A wall like you've never seen and one you cannot ever cross. Ego has had enough of everyone else's everything. She wants it her way and all others to stay out of it. Which is the way it should be....unless invited.

Soul is working. Like fun work...or so she says. She's intrigued with the new happenings in the aether, although would prefer deep rejuvenating sleep over forced downloads...no sleep, whatever that was. Soul did not read the contract and has already signed and accepted it, regardless of the rest of our dismay about ignoring the fine print... Soul says, she's done this before and knows already...

The Kid is just watching the rest of us. She's only interested in a few cool happenings and riding along for the most part. She's been hanging out with Mind, I think... while Soul is trying to work.


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The stairwell is painted. Rails and steps hopefully will be done next weekend.
Then pictures put up.
Then art? maybe?
who knows anymore.

the world is being the world and we've unsubscribed from the majority of it
Good luck with that.

Energy leaks have been noted and plugged, within 24 hours.
Whatever else reveals itself will also be handled accordingly.
Soul is working, and Ego is motivated, and everyone else complies.

Energy blockages have been noted and potential solutions acknowledged.
There's a deep sense of 'holy shit-ness' coming nigh....
I don't think those things will be an issue very much longer... if even 24 hours from now.

I would like to apologize for the fuckery I am about to engage in.
   and for the lack of fucks given in all future instances, events, occurrences, effects, and outcomes.

1. Do Not engage with something you are unable to withstand.
2. Do Not express any form of opinion, spoken or unspoken, in said presence.
3. Do Not attempt to slow, slander, steer, or stop said actions, unless requested by said enact-or.

Support, guidance, and acknowledgements are welcomed, only without sarcasm or smugness.

Kerplunk.

"The muck never gets to dictate how clean the water actually is."

Things got stirred up and that muck infected the waters.
and briefly...we were almost unnerved about being swallowed by it.
That lasted a whole four minutes, maybe...
And no matter that we couldn't see ahead of us... or anywhere for that matter...
Whatever that muck was... filtered out almost abruptly...
and minutes, those horrifying minutes
became clear.
And wellness and assurance abounded

Shiva IS fast.
And so are we.
The Alchemist and I.

This is a devastating new horizon we've found ourselves on.
And I suppose this is what Mind has been focused on.
This jostling of shit.... harshly...
and then the nearly instant gratification of it clearing out
and becoming cleansed.
A whole new world here....
and although more questions have arisen in this day than yesterday...
We've grown attuned to a more fitting space of who we've become.

...
remember...
the water is always clean....
the shit in it, just blocks your view.

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I want to tell you about the Alchemist.
About the kid.
About the muck.
About Soul.

and I will, but not in this way

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De-sire.

~ When the Master is home, everyone else falls in line. ~



You don't need to direct the lower positions and order them just so...
you don't need to fix something beyond your self...
all it takes is being present in your fullness...
and all those outer things fall into place...
because they have to


I dare you to only do the energy work.
and see how all the little ducklings get in a row, all on their own.
only do you
your attention
your focus
be selfish AF and become master of your domain
and watch the world revolve around you
just as it should


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that's probably a bit egocentric
but we can blame the sun
it is hot after all


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Big things have happened in aether lands.
Shiva did a very nice clearing and as a result
we found her in the back....
and we had a chat
and we made some vows
and we took her hand and now she's one of us
one of us

perhaps we are more powerful now
even if we haven't found that clarity yet
perhaps she will lead us,
she is closer to Soul than we are
and Soul seems to be doting on her like a big sister
someone's bound to become her favorite...
and we all lost apparently...
even though Ego directly pointed her out first
The Alchemist helped.

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so what is that clarity we speak of?
and why are we using questions?
questions are not the solutions nor are they the answers
so we'll need to just drop them here and move on

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Disregard the fact that I'm jumping from topic to topic without any cues
as to which topics they are... it's one of those weeks apparently
Finishing up stuff, starting other stuff, in the midst of yet more other stuff
and reminding myself of all the other stuff beyond that
and maybe there's too much in the way
to see clearly, that is
books have already been revised, yet unrepublished
stairwell has been painted
steps in progress
no sewing work, no art, no writing on the agenda
except blogs...
no facebook commenting, for the win!
no plans as the world throws another hissy fit
I still remain in the 'not giving a fuck' lane
and I'm honored to maintain that vibe
and proud that I've held solid to that alignment
...I would like to thank the Alchemist for that too

energy powerups are on queue....
stay tuned

whether that means we will have a plan or aim or direction....
is yet to be determined
we'll see.
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Body... is happier. Is ready to do something productive.... I'm trying to talk her out of it.
Mind... is still somewhere else. Don't know.
Ego... is doing well and is kinda happy herself.... she's still gloating about finding the little one.
Brain... wants something to analyze and plan and outline and figure out....
   but there's nothing for her to work on yet. Sorry Brain.
Soul is hanging out with the kid. Doting.... she already got an outing and food today... probably anything she wants if Soul stays in charge.

We do not have a current plan other than a few random tasks that are not so important.
Trying to not get all gung ho about shit
we want solid
we want assured
we want passion

nothing less will do


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The microwaves of time bend in the light and project mysteries upon the veil of the world.
You think we are here today, but in truth we are all moments focused through a lens of the now.
Choose what you see and the world will bend to reveal the light of your desires.
I'm not even a little bit joking.

Risk * AND * Reward

“Be extremely subtle even to the point of formlessness. 

Be extremely mysterious even to the point of soundlessness. 

Thereby you can be the director of the opponent's fate.”

   -- Sun Tzu, The Art of War

 

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Is God coming to save you?

Is it he who takes your hand, or you that takes his?

When you call out into the darkness, whose voice do you hear?

Is it the Patriots who will save you?

The President? The Democrats? The mask?

Superman? Q? Is it really God?

Or is it you?

Who is the Master here?

Is the Master even home?

 

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The aether is moving...

quickly

fast

like a whirlwind, a hurricane, a storm

There's nothing to see...

nothing I can see...

but there's so much here....

like being in the storm.... in the hurricane... in the winds...

all these things passing by in a blur, where nothing takes form

Shiva still hovers nearby... just out of view... but in keen awareness

This is a destructuring.... and it's a destructuring of us

Fascinating!

I say that with an exclamation point, yet only feel the solidarity of it

not quite excitement, but one closer to certainty...

and this willingness to get in the seat...

a seat connected to some insane ride...

... we aren't at Disney, nor Six Flags...not even Universal...

no...

this looks like some carnival fun park death trap

It'll be fun  *thumbs up while also shaking head no

My very good friend has been here beside me.

Perhaps distracting me from this obvious expansion into the storm

not that this was chosen, so much as accepted...

we all know you can't keep yourself from growing

well, you could, but it would hurt more

...but there won't be pain on this ride... 

it'll be crazy

highly disorienting

confusing, exceptionally discombobulating 

and thankfully short!

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oh

but the pristine clarity to be had when the ride is over

like the crystal clear skies after a hurricane

like pure holy fuck knowing!

 

if we make it out without throw up on our shirt, that'll be a bonus

if we make it out with anything left of ourselves.... that too is a bonus

He is called Shiva the Destroyer, after all

and the city must be razed so the ground can grow anew.

Hell to the YES

 

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Brain... is bored out of her mind... and just tired of the hum drum, yet also not wanting anything to do with anything else.

 

Mind... is keenly focused on something, but has yet to tell the rest of us. She's been hard to wrangle and is just not wanting to pull away from whatever it is that has her entranced.

 

Body... is just wondering when this cycle supposed to get here and is OVER it.

 

Ego... is singed? Again feeling the impossibility of being understood by anyone on any other level.

She's not doing anything about it, nor is she really up to explaining, so again... resorting to disassociating and walking away. She wants to disappear and not be found. She does not want to share her opinion for the sake of not being one of them. Not sure why she's so caught up in that.

Soul... is sad. About the real knowing that all these decorations she's adorned herself with will be gone once the ride is over. She wants them to go though. She wants them to be removed, so she's also really happy too. Like getting rid your once favorite jeans cause they don't fit... but knowing you get to go shopping next week....

Mind is shaking her head... "You'll never find another pair like that." She claims.

Soul just smiles back at her... Soul isn't planning on buying new jeans at all, she laughs to herself. She's got some huge plans and she hasn't shared with the rest of us. Her regular devious gleaming eyes are awol... and this concerns Ego...cause Ego wants to kill everyone today..and won't be able to if Soul won't aide and abet.

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"You're going to have to listen, if you want to change what you hear."  ~ The Alchemist

He obliged another quote for me... and I've got the sense he's had it with my shit.

I got to go make amends  O_O

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Sudsbury schools are lingering in the south of France so the children of tomorrow can find their way back to the rebel base and claim their rightful place as kings of the future. Raise them high and uphold their light. And teach them to play with fire....and ice.