Red Thread Connected 2b

Female alto voice, violins, harp, techno, pulsing beats, layered vocals, flute, oboe

Folding the imprint beneath the surface, so it can be revealed as real, we begin to plant within ourselves courage, a multi-dimensional universe of Magical Power. Courage, something that has a multi-dial, navigates deep water, burrows beneath the soil of deep waters. What feels the weight of division. Courage a welcoming melody of envisioned Crispness of will corrugated, filed, made worthy, can hold weight, power, will, and deep Fire.
Welcomed by the smoke of what craves reality, even more than lessons, even more than ancient archives, even more than a boundary ticket, or a brave opera of ancient warriors bending the course of Time into their blade, and passing through the instance of past failures. We connect and trace ourselves like old patterns that we wish to create, make stronger, more accurate, more piercing of the will. You can call it to you, but you cannot call it back. It will not return to the place that rejected it so, but it will return to the wounded that is willing now to open to it. We are the marking Meade of an ancient time that was swilling the fluid of what grows under the Rede. Marking of the heard with most of what was wanted, with most of what was received, with what was most of what was seen, and bent into. Bend into the flow, bend into the surface of the flow, bend into the flow of difference that marks the ancient Meade of ancient warriors that knew that what was past was given, what was future was made real, and what was made real is the name of reality now.

Promise yourself the Code, promise yourself the forgiving, promise yourself the brilliance the mind, promise yourself the expansion of hearty and will yourself through your ancient memory now ready to carve your path onward. Here comes the rain, here comes the beat, here comes the water, here comes the washed away, here comes the seeded into, and the crop is raised up on high. Don’t mask yourself to the point you do not recognize, you do not remember, you do not have a cellular relationship to what has consciously come to the now of reconciliation. Red, red, red, stop. Red, red, red, go. Red, red, red, curve through. Red, red, red, you thought you were ready, you felt you were ready, you heard you were ready, now walk the Talk of Ready and Talk the walk of Ready. Make your heart open one more page, make your heart open to the Knot of courage, the will of recognition, and the formula of transformation, and reconciled with the time you now live in. Cure the warning, cure the coding, cure the ignorance, become waddled, become swaddled, be the purpose,
be the reason of your own making inside this moment.
Who are you? Wake up, wake up, wake up. Be the ladle that dips in and pours out, to fill the Grail Cup of your own question. Sit with it, dream with it, pour yourself into it, and be noted. Mark the Magic of number 13. One plus three equals four. Four is the multiplication of two, two is the union of one and one, and desire makes three. Be the full member of the Trinary Code, and lock in your key, and turn, open, Be. New window seat. The meaning does not need you anymore, so let it go. Be the next breath. You will never be ignored again, because you have a hold of yourself fully, and that is what you came to Be, Sovereign.  The wrecking ball has done its work, you are a new pattern minus division.

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Papered Awareness creases its fold, and bends its corrugation through the aptitude of listening for the sounds of Play. Find those people willing to suspend effort, for effortlessness, and you will find the opening. Open says me, a lad in, co-in, flip it and you will round the edge with a willingness to play the field, the energy field of photonic illumination. See the spark and move toward it, play out your options and mark space with your time. Collaborate, do not obligate yourself, get out your journals, your notepads, your iPads, your paints and papers, your pens and inks, and begin to set aside the need to do anything other than Play. The Play pen, the Play pin, each sewing their way into the fibers of your own day. Own your day, over look the contractions, the difficulties, the limitations. Ignore the need to do anything other than create through Play. Find someone that needs to create as much as you do. Sew yourself a pattern, stitch yourself a fabric, thread your way in. Spend your co-in, give it to another freely, because that is how it came to you. Climb up into the Tree of Yourself, and look out the eyes of your Immense, and see what Sea you are Salted from, what Sea you are floating from, and ask the Cheshire Cat,“Can you see me or not?” Be visible to yourself, Play your skills, paint, draw, cook, sew, play your music, and make it Primary. It is your equation of most importance. Dream yourself Awake again. Be your deepest Totemic Presence, thread yourself into The Red Thread, and speak the heart of your Mother Tongue. Folding the imprint beneath the surface, so it can be revealed as real, we begin to plant within ourselves courage, a multi-dimensional universe of Magical Power. Courage, something that has a multi-dial, navigates deep water, burrows beneath the soil of deep waters. What feels the weight of division. Courage a welcoming melody of envisioned Crispness of will corrugated, filed, made worthy, can hold weight, power, will, and deep Fire. Welcomed by the smoke of what craves reality, even more than lessons, even more than ancient archives, even more than a boundary ticket, or a brave opera of ancient warriors bending the course of Time into their blade, and passing through the instance of past failures. We connect and trace ourselves like old patterns that we wish to create, make stronger, more accurate, more piercing of the will. You can call it to you, but you cannot call it back. It will not return to the place that rejected it so, but it will return to the wounded that is willing now to open to it. We are the marking Meade of an ancient time that was swilling the fluid of what grows under the Rede. Marking of the heard with most of what was wanted, with most of what was received, with what was most of what was seen, and bent into. Bend into the flow, bend into the surface of the flow, bend into the flow of difference that marks the ancient Meade of ancient warriors that knew that what was past was given, what was future was made real, and what was made real is the name of reality now. Promise yourself the Code, promise yourself the forgiving, promise yourself the brilliance the mind, promise yourself the expansion of hearty and will yourself through your ancient memory now ready to carve your path onward. Here comes the rain, here comes the beat, here comes the water, here comes the washed away, here comes the seeded into, and the crop is raised up on high. Don’t mask yourself to the point you do not recognize, you do not remember, you do not have a cellular relationship to what has consciously come to the now of reconciliation. Red, red, red, stop. Red, red, red, go. Red, red, red, curve through. Red, red, red, you thought you were ready, you felt you were ready, you heard you were ready, now walk the Talk of Ready and Talk the walk of Ready. Make your heart open one more page, make your heart open to the Knot of courage, the will of recognition, and the formula of transformation, and reconciled with the time you now live in. Cure the warning, cure the coding, cure the ignorance, become waddled, become swaddled, be the purpose, be the reason of your own making inside this moment. Who are you? Wake up, wake up, wake up. Be the ladle that dips in and pours out, to fill the Grail Cup of your own question. Sit with it, dream with it, pour yourself into it, and be noted. Mark the Magic of number 13. One plus three equals four. Four is the multiplication of two, two is the union of one and one, and desire makes three. Be the full member of the Trinary Code, and lock in your key, and turn, open, Be. New window seat. The meaning does not need you anymore, so let it go. Be the next breath. You will never be ignored again, because you have a hold of yourself fully, and that is what you came to Be, Sovereign. The wrecking ball has done its work, you are a new pattern minus division.

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