the blessing At the start of the blessing quite innocently looking out from my eyes as to ‘who is out there’, forms to look into me. There is an unsaid incantation of intention between us as any two people might do. We agree to ourselves in this un-said-ness. There is a formal absence in releasing towards this, our commoning intention. It is a settling more as a clearing and begins as a space provided without preconception. A pronouncement rolls forward through her lips as a declaration is explained as to how this will occur. Last visual images are gathered and my eyes are resting with this as my lids come down. A vacant visual sky converts itself inwardly. Other kinds of sensors receive a permission. The emptiness is filled with other dimensions. A mantra is lilting, homespun, and inwardly sung as a kind of a dial up on the sound current. A creature of flight materializes yet formlessly. An alignment reveals an energetic avowal. A bird made of all-sky lands upon my head. The talons are bundled in crown cupping mittens. There is no grip as if gravity were in the mix but there is contact, as embrace and exchange and another dimension within relaxes itself into my brain. This transport appears as a soft molasses by contact. It is as a highly agitated liquid of deep soothing proportions. There is surface but more importantly seepage. All that is as surround, is migrating towards my inner core. There is weightiness as space becoming occupied. It is a gravity of animation, on the move. It is warm without heat yet with greetings. It is unrevealing in the trickledown well within my sensory range. Space now appears to have an unfamiliar intimacy about it. At some point, I realize it as a beneficent muted salvo yet accompanied by a three-tone harmonic. As a background constant, it has reached placement as if a bulb were planted and fertile ground were made ready within me for this process. I recognize these elements as from before the before. I am both on the outside and the inside. At the same time, the balance of dimensions is familiar and comforting. Space, where there was no reference to space, occurs. Her hands on my head, are softly removed without vacancy as the forthcoming result. Nothing of notice has been disturbed. The hard wire is fully functional in the normal mode yet the carriage of being is different. The source of presence is altered to a deeper residence as a season of immediate unfolding has begun. Reality will proceed with its attention demands, unaltered with needed involvement or the necessity of attention yet in simultaneity, a process will dance itself alive and it will preoccupy without distraction as it will consume without destruction and it will lend and blend without deference intended. A time tunnel will have been my interpretation, when looking back four days later, as words surface to reveal. There is carriage as if a different source point for gravity has occurred. Experience is so much just the surface of it, . . . for what else is, . . . abounds. I have no declaration about the differences. There is little to say about it as a shift. It is more like an expansion to include, without reference, “it all is as it flows’ of prominent trust, ongoing as ocean, is its own wisdom, as nurturance needs no recognition of its service, as space is the petal path for is-ness to provide perception. So much of objectification is expressed in a yawn, and as I yawned, there is an energy correction and then, there is this bottle, as a bottle in an ocean. The note within the bottle had been written ten thousand times. This particular life, is to live it as a script and now, in an ocean of dissolve, to eliminate the bottle and allow the script an operative means without restraint to become, not a ship sailing upon the many seas but a seamanship of service to an ocean wise. There is a viscosity to being living through it all. Where like attracts like and oneness professes itself without dimensional display, movement is then blessedly so without wonder, without witness, without time as means. This is everywhere, and there, thriving as an undisclosed yet deeply supporting now (gratefully so) as the blessing of the inner tides . . .
Posted on: Mon, 10 Jun 2013 14:47:07 +0000
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