Entranced 2a

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

V5.5

Speaking from the interior division of the alchemical specification, we are becoming more familiar with the provisions that are provided and why. We are now open to even more of the intentional, so that the motionary volume of our lives can actually awaken. We are now tooled for the process, and our vocabulary has expanded to a volume we can taste. We have become more primary to the code of intention, and capitalize each letter to its larger statement, greater precision, and pointal reference. We knock down the doors of the presence disturbed, and we accommodate ourselves with a new language to prominate the future. One volumes two, two volumes three, and three corrugates the whole. What wavers is allowed to flee, what stands still in the momentum is given wheels, wheels to speed up the course within.
Knock down the elbows of time poised in front of you, knock up the wheels and spin the spools of teleportation, and you will remember yourself Twice Told. Partaken of this day, has your flesh included, and you will leave out nothing, except the untold. What was not told is not to be told, and what is not to be told is what is called the Twice Told. Deep within the dwelling of time is the spacial conference, of all that is Twice Told. Remember the day of the Twice Told, and when it visited you. Scrambled into portions is the running of the thread, and the fibers bleed into the world, as if it made a difference. What was thought not ever, is now potent, and the before has known it all the time. Kinked up into pattern, wound up into the wind, the running through began to happen, and it happened, and it happened again, and the neighbors knew not what to call it. The neighbors of yourself, the neighbors of yourself yesterday, the neighbors of yourself tomorrow, the neighbors of yourself today, all asking questions, hoping you will share the uncovered distance, that winds away the potency of the future, that has you volumed and cared for. The character of the Portal that now lifts up, has an elevator in its shield, and what was hard to climb onto, is now made easy. When the day opens tomorrow, there will be a wide eye, and it will not close till the shift happens safely. The wide eye knows, and it does not blink, until the wave of life is shifted, and the safety is made real. Wake up your columns, wake up the spouse of everything you love, wake up the rolling distances, and conquer the Portal Guardians. You are released of the finder, you are released of the fodder, you are released of the duty, you are released of the original code of pattern. Now its time to find the finder, expel the fodder, and make many the bowing of each resistance.
You are the cradle you now rock, you are the stone you now find, put yourself in your own pocket, and hold yourself in your own hand. Through your hand you enter the codes needed, to save your grace, save your potency, save your memory, and locate your Exquisite Code.
You are all the memory that remembers, you are all the forgetting that forgot, and it is only you who can make up the difference. Spill over with need, spill over with desire, spill over with humility, spill over with graciousness. Promise yourself to deliver, promise yourself to forgive, promise yourself to be whole, promise yourself to be Sacred, promise yourself to be forgiven, to be for Giving. Do not withstand the mark that old says has become.
You are as old as you remember, and as young as you forget. You are as wise as you remember. Break the code of your distance and feel freed. No sticky Point

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Charge your horse, charge yourself up, be in charge of your own good Self, and be the one that is plugged in to the advancement of new movement, new motion, new abilities you never knew you had. The Garden Plan is one that uses all its resources, do not allow things to go fallow, allows the vital to vitalize, the robust to be heady with the perfume of blossoming, the entranced key to the Gate of many Portals. You are the Horse and the Horse is you, you are you, and you are you, you are the device and the device is you. Be your Horse, be your device, be yourself, and allow the Fey in you outside. Outside the box, inside the box, beside the box, above the box, below the box. Boxed out, boxed in. Give yourself entrance, and be entranced into the Fibered Awareness of the Red Thread territory, that folds and bends into the mystery of Magic. The Red Thread stitches you into place, and you swallow whole the entirety of who you are. You are the Magic, you are the Mystery, you are the Fey, you are, and you are, and you are. You are electric and molecular, you are geometric and geomatric, fixed and mutable, so that you can stand yourself upright, with the right foot leading your way into the Woods. Complete yourself standing, honor yourself as equipped, see yourself as galant and strong. Be the strength called for from deep within yourself, and be grateful to those who help assist your coming into your own. Speaking from the interior division of the alchemical specification, we are becoming more familiar with the provisions that are provided and why. We are now open to even more of the intentional, so that the motionary volume of our lives can actually awaken. We are now tooled for the process, and our vocabulary has expanded to a volume we can taste. We have become more primary to the code of intention, and capitalize each letter to its larger statement, greater precision, and pointal reference. We knock down the doors of the presence disturbed, and we accommodate ourselves with a new language to prominate the future. One volumes two, two volumes three, and three corrugates the whole. What wavers is allowed to flee, what stands still in the momentum is given wheels, wheels to speed up the course within. Knock down the elbows of time poised in front of you, knock up the wheels and spin the spools of teleportation, and you will remember yourself Twice Told. Partaken of this day, has your flesh included, and you will leave out nothing, except the untold. What was not told is not to be told, and what is not to be told is what is called the Twice Told. Deep within the dwelling of time is the spacial conference, of all that is Twice Told. Remember the day of the Twice Told, and when it visited you. Scrambled into portions is the running of the thread, and the fibers bleed into the world, as if it made a difference. What was thought not ever, is now potent, and the before has known it all the time. Kinked up into pattern, wound up into the wind, the running through began to happen, and it happened, and it happened again, and the neighbors knew not what to call it. The neighbors of yourself, the neighbors of yourself yesterday, the neighbors of yourself tomorrow, the neighbors of yourself today, all asking questions, hoping you will share the uncovered distance, that winds away the potency of the future, that has you volumed and cared for. The character of the Portal that now lifts up, has an elevator in its shield, and what was hard to climb onto, is now made easy. When the day opens tomorrow, there will be a wide eye, and it will not close till the shift happens safely. The wide eye knows, and it does not blink, until the wave of life is shifted, and the safety is made real. Wake up your columns, wake up the spouse of everything you love, wake up the rolling distances, and conquer the Portal Guardians. You are released of the finder, you are released of the fodder, you are released of the duty, you are released of the original code of pattern. Now its time to find the finder, expel the fodder, and make many the bowing of each resistance. You are the cradle you now rock, you are the stone you now find, put yourself in your own pocket, and hold yourself in your own hand. Through your hand you enter the codes needed, to save your grace, save your potency, save your memory, and locate your Exquisite Code. You are all the memory that remembers, you are all the forgetting that forgot, and it is only you who can make up the difference. Spill over with need, spill over with desire, spill over with humility, spill over with graciousness. Promise yourself to deliver, promise yourself to forgive, promise yourself to be whole, promise yourself to be Sacred, promise yourself to be forgiven, to be for Giving. Do not withstand the mark that old says has become. You are as old as you remember, and as young as you forget. You are as wise as you remember. Break the code of your distance and feel freed. No sticky Point

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