What does writing find within yourself?

What does mark making explore within the void?

How does the mystery stay the mystery and yet be know to you?

How does one embody healing frequencies in your words, work, and walk in the world?

In a world enshrined to the worship of the mind, how does one give oneself permission to create their blueprint to the soul? One’s own red book as Karl Jung had?

To actively record the symbols and mythology of ones own life is to go on a research mission. Looking for clues in the unknown. Stumbling on a remembering of Sekhmet the lion beings that guarded the king and queen’s chambers of Egypt. An ancient ancestor living within, calling from the unconsciousness of drum circle singing words that have no language or verbal meaning. Baha is a lion being living in the 9th dimension, this guide of mine, has no duality for this realm has no place for opposites even in male or female. This guide uses sound within the meaning of vibration, and synchronicity of energy grids to communicate.  Can you hear spring calling you forth into a active stillness as the trees leaf out in the color or tree-frog green in soft, vibrant X-ray light that penetrates your crystalline gird activating this remembering?
How can nature be so active in such stillness?
Its a reminder of the multitude of activities that go on inside of a spring live oak, re-leafing each pod of pollen dropping its yellow dust, coating all surface as the pods float and spiral to the ground.
Seeing the busyness of the blue birds as they land and check out the housing, male entering into one box female in another, busy, present, communicating, flowing, wide and narrow creating life. Open to all possibilities.
As Thomas Moore States “by focusing on a single value we close ourselves off to many other possibilities” So nature is open to all possibilities not worshiping the single mind but tapped into a collective, connected mind.
See if you can follow your collective mind into your 6th or 7th sense, intuition a way out of linear mind. Keeping your red book alive, a symbol of curves, a circle with a dot in the center, chakana’s laid out within a circle within a square. Cosmology layered on top of cosmology. Months, seasons, moons, your very own red book of knowledge.
The collective mind is dreaming, if you know not what your unconscious is speaking you are a large part asleep.
Weaving 9th dimension into 4th dimension means you might have to become conscious to what is unconscious.
Baha speaks through symbol, laughter and unbounded joy...the unbridled kind....the care not...without filters kind of joy. The mask removed, naked, shaking kind of joy.
A tree in full spring bud is expressing this joy as the wind carries the spiral used up pollen pods to the earth.
The sun is expressing this joy as the full spectrum of light expressed as a rainbow spectrum shows us form.
Even the moon in her reflecting, her waxing and waining expresses a full 9th dimensional experience of open naked joy.
Sometimes I can sit still long enough for this to happen, expressing through, the spoken word, the shape and movement of clay, or listening to spirals of oak pollen bods landing.

Other times I spiral in my mind in a prison of 3D, a place time can’t penetrate. No mystery or nature, just the brain running circles, playing hide and seek from its red book of knowing.
My Prayer for you and the me in you is: We all take the time needed to exit the mind trap. That we feel the feelings of the 3D duality and make the priority our intuition that fine filament of gold thread thats waking us up out of our waking dream into our pure, true essence. I pray that we all remember our soul myth of knowing, our red book.

Sha ma ta RA KA foo see YA rou maee turu AH So me laee CA CA SA FE AH MA see

SA EEE sha ma toe SA EE KA rou MA EE SAa Sha Ma YA

Chimes are a spiral creating a clearing for waves of motion to move the space in between the matter of your being to your becoming.
Awakening the wings of angelic invocation a language beyond space and time.
As the movie Arrival speaks of a universal language, as you vibrate a sound sequence you create circle that has no beginning and no end it exists in all time as a drop of water exists in the whole of the ocean.
Chimes ring using wind to speak its waves, the same as wind speaks in longitudinal language waves across the ocean.
What if you sat in the center of a circle your back on the pole of the vertical axis, this place that exists before space and time and is creator. Sitting in center you invoke a sound, an action takes place that resembles a drop of water falling on a still lake, a multi-wave of motion traveling from center, traveling out, out, out until it is at the shore yet travels still?
What if language was this space? Chanting OM in Sanskrit is shaping sacred geometry, traveling forth a vibration, a symmetry so powerful that by speaking it healing occurs.
English is limited and stunted in its linear broken bits and pieces.
How to find universal language the song on intent of the heart?
This may sound like whales singing and sensing.
A Place of sound into a universal language that has no place for separation, only circles intersecting circles.
A language of only WE.
Entering into a new pacha (time) of what Paula D’Arcy describes as “a single awareness that turns your life over”, is knowing a human brain uses only uses 2 tablespoons of brain tissue when accessing known language and conscious thought.  What’s going on with the rest of the humans 3 pound brain?
It’s un-tapped potential is like the sea of universal language of US.  
We are entering into the intuition age where the uncharted brain is coming on line.  
Information overload and the age of information is coming to an end, the way forward is the way in, the way in is through WE.  
We the water.
We the earth.
We the air.
We the Fire.
We are We.
Listen to your way in, the chimes speak a spiral, a bird speaks a universal language.
Circle talk to water.
Watch rain drops fall into a puddle, all are way out... into the way in.
We are no longer star seeds, we are star beings.
Its time to express this new circle language, the wisdom of light.
 

3/8/17 National Women’s Day.  Writers writing group, Lafayette, LA 

How does one sit at the table in the center of the pyramid of light and dream a new world into being?
Using the sound of a condor bone flute to weave the golden strands of light on the cap stone.
See the Inka weaving each strand in/out!
Using the sound to anchor the light into structure.
A cap of gold and rainbow strands riding down from top to ground a river of indigo, violet, colors of new grass and robin eggs falling down each side.
Nests of waves, weaving, pine cones kissing.
Sitting at the table, your physical body tucked away in a small open air room, yet your light body is sitting on the grass at a table, all tools that you need are set in front of you.
Today will be the day to show your dreams to someone else, the courage of volentat (sacred willpower).
At anytime you can bring yourself to this un-timed place, a place of all time, a place for dreaming. Today though the dream is to weave the capstone for this is the last year of your 7 year journey. Visioning the pyramid in place, capping the crystal pyramid of light, riding the anti wantana (hitching post of the world) you will anchor this light and activate your dream table. So be it and it is so.
The courage it takes to lucid dream calling in Michael, Gabriel, Uriel and Raphael 4 corners of a pyramid calling in the realms, the legions to sit at the table this morning 9 months after, to weave the water though the light of dream.
Dreaming a world beyond time and space using the sound of angelic song, language not understood in this world. Sitting at the table with the sun rising warming my back natures sound track is playing, a true fantasia.
The weaving has begun and this place is the amphitheater of creation a place before time. Using the crystal bowl, water spins in spirals catching the light of the 1st rays as they rise, crisp, clear sounds are heard that before could not be tracked. Light and water blend to form a new element, a 5th element, spirit informed alchemical essence raised up from center offering the lucid dream to the world to drink.
Beyond the hear and now, nesting inside of the imploder birthing the dream up through the sacred geometry of light. Hitching a ride up nanons....particles of electrons, magnitudes of light bursting through golden drops of rainbow water, glittering the clouds to shadow and rain this 5th essence to the world.
Still sitting lucid in the center of the green grass plaza next to the tree, the activated crystal pyramid of light in Machu Picchu is spinning in a dodecahedron, imploding inside the spinning cube of construction/destruction invoking love to law to life around and around the realms of stillness a space between a heart beating. That place of bliss before another twist, wind, ejection. To eject into stillness, condor flute singing a note of creation.

Prompt: “It takes a lot of courage to show dreams to someone else” Erma Bombeck
Inspired by Dan Winter’s work on sacred geometry.
3/1/17 Listening writers group Lafayette, LA