Up Close Push your way through the Door, and smell your future. Upright, Open, Lit. We are so up close to our own skin, that when we take a deep breath we can feel it fill us with Life. Life, we were given to live with an appreciation for ourselves and one another. Sometimes our breath catches, out of many reasons; good or ill, excitement, awe, overwhelm, even pure contentment. Each of these elements that allow you to feel alive and in place. In place is an up close kind of Awareness, especially when it comes to your Papered Awareness that permits you to be aware in an extended sense of Realm Awareness. Realm Awareness being the apex of Self Awareness following the Red Thread of the Mother Existial Mode, theThread of Existence that ties you firmly to your own Consciousness. The Elemental positions around you are placed by your Need, Want, and Desire to allow you room to move and be mobilized in a way that nurtures Nature. Up Close is a state of Being, where you get to observe and participate in your own life, and as you fill it with Compassion, Love, and Well-Being, you reduce the poisonous nature of planetary isolation. You are meant to be with yourself so closely, that you cannot be anywhere else at any moment in Time. The Space you occupy is the space given to you by the Mother. Your understanding of yourself is through the Mycelial Line of Rooted Awareness, and what you stand upon is so close up, that you cannot unroot yourself no matter what. Up Close is an Awareness of Story-telling, one that gets your attention enough that it is worth sharing. Your Voice is the instrument of the Telling that nurtures, not a Voice that does otherwise. Time wraps around Space and creates enough gravity to hold Presence in place, so that you register location, and location sets tone and timbre into notes of harmony. Listen to your own tone, and you will know your position in Time and Place, this gives you the ability to Thread yourself into the elemental fabric of Timing. Reach past your old self, especially if it is one that came programed with limitational drift, the Red shift should be one of gathering up your best Self, and moving only from that position. Up Close, a way of Being,; the Bee to the flower, the breath to the lungs, the Eye to the vision, the movement to the body, all part and parcel of each other on the Postage Stamp of the Garden Plan. Reach past any discouragement, and see the Plan, not the unfinished middle, the middle where everything seems off-kilter, out-of-sorts, grumpy, not made up. Make up yourself, so that you can get on with it, get on with yourself, your own breath, your own movement, your own acceptance of your Purpose. Don’t get lost to your upset, don’t get lost to your anger, don’t get lost to your impatience, your overwhelm, your indignation. Be Sovereign, do not dig your nation into the rut of your frustration, be, instead, Up Close to your ability to levitate anything, and everything, so that when you are present to yourself, what you see, feel, and hear, nurtures you no matter what. Counting yourself as First, allows you the ability to assist all others lost to the ways of Up Close. They become too far away from their own deep Sovereign position to register the gifts of Compassion, Love, and Well-Being. Always move to creativity, and you will always find what is inside any moment given to you to fathom. Each moment has a depth, and that depth of purpose takes Time to unravel. To unravel something is instantaneous, when applied with a determined Will, and a set course of action. The Garden Plan is re-righting/re-writing itself, so that the under is loosened and aerated enough to allow new breath to surface. The Under is now becoming topsoil and the nutrients are available from ancient times, Story times, of Telling the most remarkable, or re-marked tales that simply take your breath away. The catch, the boat of ancient travel courses through your veins, and is the blood of your make-up. The Stories are all made up, and have always been, from the very Beginning. Timing is the surface and Story are the layers, the Threads, the Fabric, the Weaving, the Cloth of Witness. So very many are afraid to Witness, for fear of losing themselves in the World of Fey. Trim their ears, trim their toes, trim their feathers, trim, trim, trim, anything to remain outside the Magic that truly resolves, dissolves, and solutions an Alchemy that needs to Be. The Bee is Up Close to the flower, knows it is inside the borders of the Garden, knows direction, knows Purpose, knows it is necessary to Be Up Close, in order to accomplish its Purpose. That is Fey, that is beyond limit, that is without restraint, that is freely given over to the Purpose, allowing Alchemy to unfold its Corrugated Purpose, why do you think Bees’ flight is engineered the way it is? Nature and natural always use the way of Alchemy, the way of In-Sightual Witness to navigate themselves in concert with the Bigger Picture beyond themselves.