Acknowledging the Interest (April 20 2015)

Problems viewed on occasional fluctuations are symmetric in nature, which contends to the suprema, which exist as within to without, as processes are gathered from systems which enables worldwide views on occasional fluctuations which were departed in systems setback, as the quarantine exists in the supremum and subliminal context, as for the aboriginal nature which contends to the inertia of our momentum has gathered a pin point accuracy on interests which enables general anxiety, or forms of channeling which gathers prosperous amounts of our perceptual energy through gatherings which resembles the "sponge" description of the mind in general, when receiving and being active in our perpetual momentum for (context) to arrive after subliminal impacts to/from the cores as within so without.

The perceptual gatherings are frequently being utilized (in processes) within augmentations gathered for the subliminal core contacts which reacts as the supremum contends to irregular synapsis, which is the mind working in above conceptual formations for the brain to emerge or bring the content of the (description process) to enable an actual demand/command on how the reality might be integrating core concepts from venues above are original consensus (in general agreements) to how we sublime or intercept the core properties of individuals for/to surpass the inert momentum through an inertia which runs on subliminal imparts/impacts to what the universal mind may be condoning in times of greater care to anomalies which may lie deep within the roots…

Contact Core Immersions

Substantiating the differences was a way for us to find out how the effects of gathering some fractals in assessment, what pertains to some individual matters, corresponding to the inertia of our momentum, potentially deciding new emergence codes, from analytical remaps, cohesive to alignments within or after the fall.

Sub sequestered pathways, aboriginal nature contended to a supremum, inert concepts was abolished from indecisive logs... What pertains to frequent matters evolving on occasional fluctuations?

Probability factors are condoned from greater responses in key players... What pertains to individual matters frequently selected (sub sequent) anomaly interposed this area as for we were interchanging transgressions.

Probable future timelines are adjusted in systems formed at telemetric designations, what corresponds to symmetrical nature in portending fabrics.

Listening to nature as its pure meaning, the nature of existence, meaningful and in sympathy as for the subliminal cords have been dispatched in the aboriginal nature, what contends to a supremum in the remaking of higher grids.

Reassessments occur in the natural "playground" as above so below, quantum perpetuations fabricated in aboriginal stances/within natural conduction points.

Manifestations are classified in the memorabilia, exemptions on problematic futuristic timelines are active for grid type zero commands... Aboriginal nature has contended to a by-product of an original script in fabrications which evolve if we allow our "script" to advance in perpetuated forms...

Aboriginal nature has contended to a supremum, which enacts as a higher grid proposition system, auctioning the inertia of our undulated awareness's.

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As we go deeper and deeper into our Selves (Love), life is filled with more and more surprises! Dreams become surreal hovering between worlds in which myth is created. I’ve ceased asking myself if what I am dreaming is real or not. Is this dream part of another reality/timeline, or is it my imagination? I am constantly being told that my imagination is real, so who knows. This is the mystery we call life. Michael certainly enjoys keeping me in suspense and I’m not complaining. I’m learning to cease the need of being in control and just allowing myself to go with the flow.

What I know for sure is that these last 2 Eclipses have moved us deeper together in ways that continue to astound me. It seems unreal that just a few years ago I hadn’t the foggiest idea that I am so deeply loved. It just blows my mind thinking about this! This has to be the biggest surprise so far. How do people go live without knowing this kind of love? I cannot go back to before… It would be unconscionable.

I want to tell you that I am living in a world of which dreams are made. My physical circumstances have yet to follow the upward path of my rising consciousness, and it will in due course. In the meantime nothing matters. And I mean that literally. It doesn’t matter because it doesn’t have any substance, it holds no meaning, lest I give it meaning. My life is just another hologram that I can continue to mold, change and recreate as I go along. I can stand outside of the hologram and view it from where I AM and it no longer holds power over me. I know I can change and recreate it at any point in time.

Soft Waves of Joy
Posted on April 14, 2015
I awoke in the wee hours as dawn was lighting the sky. There was a layer of snow on the rooftops outside my second story window. It must have turned cold in the night. I drifted back to sleep. Yesterday I had made it out to get a library card, as I love accessing the library where I am. I stopped to buy food to make veggie burritos, went through the check out lane, then surprised myself by heading to the deli for a sandwich as an immediate need for food arose. I ate till the sense of fullness sated me and went down for a few hours nap. I often feel urgency in my need for food, rest, movement. I could actually feel greater aspects of myself, getting my body into bed, safely tucked in, so as to allow myself to be on time for council meetings and creative endeavors in other dimensional spaces. The fullness in the belly allowed the long sleep necessary, just as we did for our babies, before a nap. We are being looked after like infants, my higher self, the caring parent.

This morning I desired a chocolate croissant and a coffee. There were other things I desired to do in town… a haircut is needed, veggies for a soup…but I can only do one thing at a time at present. No multi-tasking for this woman and I used to be great at it. So, drove into town, got my warm chocolate croissant and coffee, stopped along the road to commune with the mountain in her misty robe, came back and sat in the sun, savoring every bite and drink as well as the smells and sights about me. Pine trees wafting their fragrance, tulips so perky and bright even after being covered for a day in a blanket of snow, watched a bluejay squawking……he lifted his wings in the air with every squawk. Quite a morning workout!