The rain has come, the morning smells clean. We were pondering time and temperature - rain moves air and brings coolness. Being able to recognize temperature zones in a micro-climate is an important task - it allows understanding of the local environment. You can feel it in the air is a truism when you actually get around to feeling instead of talking.
Rebirth requires change - change is a difference that takes getting used to. You have to be able to measure things on your own scale and trust the space created to uphold its resonance field. Your attitude determines the altitude - do the things that you need to be doing and allow other to march to their own beat. If you don't understand, watch for awhile and the reframe the question.
We were talking temperature - the heat is being turned up and the frogs haven't realized they're in the crock-pot. Time is an elusive critter because it swirls when it gains speed - we're not in Kansas anymore, Dorothy - but we haven't seen the yellow brick road either. Poppy fields (strawberry fields forever...).
Ground state - connected with life and growth at a level where community exists in an ecosystem that supplies all the essentials of self requirement. Why is here different from there? Be where you wish to be, because you are where you are. Diaspora is coming to a theater near you - accept the rotation as part of a field - then you'll see the signs, SIGNS, everywhere there's signs.
You have to speak a different language - the heartbeat sense is felt on a magnified level. Scale is closer the farther out, because reality bends to configure in the space that you allow. Since there is no time, activity is measured in terms of temperature which transfers to color and musical tone. i need the keystroke that creates a note - i tend to blog on the fly - it creates the wisdom of reflection when i reread what i wrote.
The mine of existence is buried in the Zone over 1900 posts over seven years - creative journalism in a form that is now accepted as access to the now. Illusions of scale are parallel in several forms - the alignment of the spheres is ready for the return of the goddess. Tune in tomorrow, same bat time, same bat channel...
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