Written Upon 2b

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

V5.5

We Intend, we are attended, we are Intented, we are the Red Dot, the attention of the Now. Let the now draw your forward into the need of this time in reference to what was aspired and intended for the future of yourself. The motionary planet that we live on and inside of, and above, is a creational volume of Intention from the force of intentional reality. We make the need, we make the mark, we make the mark
of the need. We inhale it as breath, so that we create a
language with our bodies that is in unison with the Divine. The creational tip of the pointed presses forward to
penetrate the unreachable. Once done, the unreachable
travels here in unison with the desire. We are no longer agents of the scramble, we are no longer agents of the fall, we are no longer agents of the falling into, but rather the lifting up through the leverage the inhalement, rather than the impalement. We breathe in the life we have come for, and it matches us and we register our needs fulfilled. This is what we call a crop circle, a completed message from the above to the below, from the Divine to the Soul, from the Mother to the child, from the brother to the sister, from the Mother to the Father. The message signed, sealed, and delivered. The completion cycle of the message from the Divine order of the Creatress. The narrow passage is pointed, intentioned, and enamored. We are the Soul of the mark, we are the mark of the Soul, we are the taste of the plenty, we are the plenty of the taste. We are the found of the lost, and we are the lost found. We are the pitched forward, and we call out to the narrow passage of Awareness that folds us, corrugates us, and enumerates each part as whole. We count our measure through the rhythm that sounds us into the next breath, we breathe in the passing exhale with renewed vigor, so that we come into ourselves in an order of Matter. We matter, and the calling of our own sound matches what we see and how we are with what we see, and who we are with what we see, so that the seeing and the becoming create Ease. The Ease is the forward that seeks creation and resonance. The sound of cooperation brings two to three and the third is the Mystery that moves Magic into place, for the healing and balance needed. The written upon face faces the Ease and witnesses the diﬀerence becoming new, renewed, and gathered, so that Ease can travel the Red Thread with the motion of carry. We carry ourselves forward through the right step firmly planted and grounded, so that the Postal Stamp is footed in a way that allows room for growth, room for connection, room for the unfolding nature of Nature. Timed to perfection, we witness ourselves becoming more through the resonance of sound expanding and growing, until the zenith is reached and the Wand of Ready can protect and defend. We are the Ready, we are the Ease unfolding ourselves, so that what was once can now be the gall of walnut giving itself to you for the Wisdom it carries, and the print upon it is, as it combines with the salt of your Earth. Alchemy is the proof unproved, ever changing, always present and available, because of its mysterious nature That inspires, enhances, and brings the boldness of your inner nature forward. When I was a child, I had a curiosity about the building
of a church at the edge of my neighborhood. I wondered
what was underneath it. I took my brothers and sisters
to see. I was punished for the adventure, but most of all for bringing my brothers and sisters to see. My mother
insisted my father use his belt and I could see it pained
him so. I now see that it lifted the keyhole latch to my whole life to come. What is below is so often not what is above, and the memory of that has made me cautious. So I do not pretend to be the mother, I do not pretend to be the father. I make it so, I make it whole, and I do not
pretend to be me. I am full of the above and the below, and I do know what makes me wholly, inside and out, and I do not pretend to be alive when I’m not, I do not pretend to be dead when I am alive. I do not pretend to not know when I do. And sometimes that makes me an outcast, when I’m really the Red Dot looking through the Portal of what makes me live. Follow it through before you mark it down, mark it down before you forget, write it fully, before you become not brave, be the Soul of the Hope of the reality that you are true to the Self of what yields to the laws of your exquisite existence. Bring to yourself the Ease, release the fear of your own nature, allow the Mystery to follow you around like a best friend, befriend your Witnessed and Witnessing nature, so that life can finally enter you wholly. Bring yourself to the Table of your own Long Spoon, no longer be distant to what you are becoming. Fold, fold me up, not down. Play the cord of C, and become the full narrow exposure of E.

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We Intend, we are attended, we are Intented, we are the Red Dot, the attention of the Now. Let the now draw your forward into the need of this time in reference to what was aspired and intended for the future of yourself. The motionary planet that we live on and inside of, and above, is a creational volume of Intention from the force of intentional reality. We make the need, we make the mark, we make the mark of the need. We inhale it as breath, so that we create a language with our bodies that is in unison with the Divine. The creational tip of the pointed presses forward to penetrate the unreachable. Once done, the unreachable travels here in unison with the desire. We are no longer agents of the scramble, we are no longer agents of the fall, we are no longer agents of the falling into, but rather the lifting up through the leverage the inhalement, rather than the impalement. We breathe in the life we have come for, and it matches us and we register our needs fulfilled. This is what we call a crop circle, a completed message from the above to the below, from the Divine to the Soul, from the Mother to the child, from the brother to the sister, from the Mother to the Father. The message signed, sealed, and delivered. The completion cycle of the message from the Divine order of the Creatress. The narrow passage is pointed, intentioned, and enamored. We are the Soul of the mark, we are the mark of the Soul, we are the taste of the plenty, we are the plenty of the taste. We are the found of the lost, and we are the lost found. We are the pitched forward, and we call out to the narrow passage of Awareness that folds us, corrugates us, and enumerates each part as whole. We count our measure through the rhythm that sounds us into the next breath, we breathe in the passing exhale with renewed vigor, so that we come into ourselves in an order of Matter. We matter, and the calling of our own sound matches what we see and how we are with what we see, and who we are with what we see, so that the seeing and the becoming create Ease. The Ease is the forward that seeks creation and resonance. The sound of cooperation brings two to three and the third is the Mystery that moves Magic into place, for the healing and balance needed. The written upon face faces the Ease and witnesses the diﬀerence becoming new, renewed, and gathered, so that Ease can travel the Red Thread with the motion of carry. We carry ourselves forward through the right step firmly planted and grounded, so that the Postal Stamp is footed in a way that allows room for growth, room for connection, room for the unfolding nature of Nature. Timed to perfection, we witness ourselves becoming more through the resonance of sound expanding and growing, until the zenith is reached and the Wand of Ready can protect and defend. We are the Ready, we are the Ease unfolding ourselves, so that what was once can now be the gall of walnut giving itself to you for the Wisdom it carries, and the print upon it is, as it combines with the salt of your Earth. Alchemy is the proof unproved, ever changing, always present and available, because of its mysterious nature That inspires, enhances, and brings the boldness of your inner nature forward. When I was a child, I had a curiosity about the building of a church at the edge of my neighborhood. I wondered what was underneath it. I took my brothers and sisters to see. I was punished for the adventure, but most of all for bringing my brothers and sisters to see. My mother insisted my father use his belt and I could see it pained him so. I now see that it lifted the keyhole latch to my whole life to come. What is below is so often not what is above, and the memory of that has made me cautious. So I do not pretend to be the mother, I do not pretend to be the father. I make it so, I make it whole, and I do not pretend to be me. I am full of the above and the below, and I do know what makes me wholly, inside and out, and I do not pretend to be alive when I’m not, I do not pretend to be dead when I am alive. I do not pretend to not know when I do. And sometimes that makes me an outcast, when I’m really the Red Dot looking through the Portal of what makes me live. Follow it through before you mark it down, mark it down before you forget, write it fully, before you become not brave, be the Soul of the Hope of the reality that you are true to the Self of what yields to the laws of your exquisite existence. Bring to yourself the Ease, release the fear of your own nature, allow the Mystery to follow you around like a best friend, befriend your Witnessed and Witnessing nature, so that life can finally enter you wholly. Bring yourself to the Table of your own Long Spoon, no longer be distant to what you are becoming. Fold, fold me up, not down. Play the cord of C, and become the full narrow exposure of E.

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