
Bigger Than We Are 1a
Bigger than we are. Beyond what we know is what we feel, and beyond what we feel is the registry of recognition. We are the composition of all our threads woven from the gathered platonic solids of our Existial Presence. We are bigger than when we started, bigger than when we gathered, bigger than when we realized we were, and this leads us into our curiosity and sense of adventure. What composes us is that we are composed, even when we feel at loose ends, still, we are gathered into the bits and pieces of ourselves, and we manage, always, to move forward. Our Papered Awareness informs us of our next, our previous, and our pending, so that we can carry about in a manner that matters. Our matter clings to us like static, because we are always energized. We time ourselves to be here presently, and we present ourselves to ourselves, so that we become familiar with who we are, where we are, and what we are doing here, this here, instead of all the other here’s. We are available to the adjustment that is meant when we ask the questions of our curiosity, and we slow to the adjustment speed needed to ascertain our present territory. What precludes the drive is the driven, and we have been chaffered around by our own best selves, in order to great a feel of the bigger picture. We are always close to the unveiling, we will always be close to the unveiling, because we are in the way of the erasure. Consciousness is the cursor on the screen, indicating direction and flow. Our numbered and lettered awareness is a combination of fixed and fluid particles that create form and mattering a way that opens photonic magnification into an internal space from an external time. We are always close to the unveiling, we will always be close to the unveiling, because we are in the way of the erasure. Consciousness is the cursor on the screen, indicating direction and flow. Our numbered and lettered awareness is a combination of fixed and fluid particles that create form and mattering a way that opens photonic magnification into an internal space from an external time. It is essential that we Play, not play at, but truly Play, the Clay of our Play is putty in our hands, mixed with the stardust of our breath, and the heart of our Soul, so that what we create can Be. We become what we are creating and the omniverse is amazed at all that we are. We are so much bigger than the largest, because we are so so very small, so minute, so infinitesimal. To truly Play, you much get under the lowest and become the highest levitating factor of who you wish to be. Weave your fingers into what it is you want to support and activate yourself into more than you have been before. Being more than you were is the error being let go of the bow, it is the flight of your day, because you decided finally to create something worth being with, being for, wanting and desiring. Open up your hands to yourself and let yourself out, so that the day becomes yours in a way that is compassionate towards others, and loving to yourself. The formula for success is not triumph, but Play. How long can you hold onto Play and let it more biggly your day, enlarge your scope, and produce a different perspective that’s Squared? Counting all measure before you, you gather up yourself first, then you play forward your next move, your next right step, with the footnote to always take the breath that’s breathing you, so that you are in concert with the Omniverse that is in Play. Counting your chickens as they hatch is a brilliant way to proceed, one that feeds you as you go along. Go along with the bigger flow of your own creating, and allow it to surface you up. Alice said, “Know what you want, before you know what you want is a sure sign that you are connecting before the threads get all tangled and you get all caught up in trying to figure it all out.” The Smile, that playful Smile, and here comes the Cat of many more than 9 lives. The Cheshire Cat says, “Once you’ve driven yourself, you’ll never want to go back to plodding along.” So at the Table of Many Graces sits a rag tag group of mottlies, oddities down to the last letter, and they all are happy as larks that they are at the Table, where they each feed one another, and see each other’s faces. To be face to face with your own generosity is to be claimed by a brightness that shines you up and spit and polishes you to such a degree you hardly recognize yourself any longer. What a Magic that is, when you can witness your own strength, and temper it with the steel metal of you Angelic compassion, knowing that it comes from within you and your connection to the Bigger. The Hatter’s hat is tipped in recognition that what is here is Nu, and far more important than repeating a daily sleep of non-recognition. Do the Playing that is called for and quit making difficult what is easy.

