Thank you for being here

Good morning sunshine!

With love the poetry resonance flows from evermore. I choose and select the words consciously. I also take much care with the iambic tetrameter format I chose some years back as the most suitable for this endeavour. They (the light photons you mention) have given me when young, much contact, and companionship, from Evermore. I can privately discuss with you, but seldom dwell upon it.

Evermore is a place, lets see where it fits… in the solar realm, it might fit nicely and precisely in the sun.
The line in the newest photon probability about the plant people was …inadequate for the quatrain. I have a BLUE ADEPT (Piers Anthony, highly recommended) in training that tossed and turned until it was remade just now, and that solved also the title for that verse - “She looks like one of ours” they sway.

In time, a natural, if I am careful, responsible and authoritative kinship to my other brain, and universal law will develop. My other brain is reason and I left it behind in the “spatial tabernacle” (this is process we need healing for - I would seek to serve as a medium, but have no experience, or who to ask…)

But simultaneously, my exclusively rational mind puts a stop to the intuition rambling, and states I have no time at all for personal development. I am a wage slave, I have mortgage payments, I (I should be shouting, says the intuitive personality…I hope this one day makes it to harmony), I cannot stop my outer wear, and I am too tired after working all day long in the sun, to do meditation and fun stuff like that. I am sulking, it’s the way it is, for a few more years, so suck it up, buttercup.

Prepare myself I do in tone,
To be of Service to the law,
When brotherhood of man is known,
The love will grow forevermore.

(I have hidden the secret evermore inside another word, where only a certain frequency can find it).

I have much gratitude for the forum, and for you, but I have a screaming children I must see to. Till next time.

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Dear Lightfoot,

Thank you. I hear you. The hustle factor is real. I imagine it is the material paradigm that keeps many compromised of stepping forward in their best light (the one they imagine). I’m sure what is one’s best is less elusive than we imagined.

Thanks for new reading material! Excited to read. :slight_smile: Blue Adept! My library says “bring it!”

The puzzle piece theory (how I try to get beyond the hustle factor -logician): someone or something out there awaits the catalyst of our presence to spark our individual magic. So wonderful how new situations show up in order to level up (even if I get temporarily grumpy). Despite being an introvert I put myself out there. Pushing myself, always.

Children, plants, animals and the elderly inspire me. No pretenses; the humility is fertile ground for me to create. My work moves faster, more precisely, more grandly for them. If I am on the right path, it flows.

Personally, I find refuge in the Dreamtime. There are screaming children there too! Ha ha ha. But at least I can shapeshift some wings or change the channel. There, my logical side takes a back seat to my heart centered self.

We all have magic, I am certain. Your talents are obvious. Borne of love, patience and perseverance, our magic shows up. Wishing everyone trust in the journey to see all incoming challenges as the perfect training ground designed for us, by us. We can help each other.

Love to all on this day of The Mirror- Tijax.
Malltiox Balaam

One Thousand

A thousand deaths recalled

In the first molecules of morning.

How similar the sense of sunrise

To the this bright awakening:

The appearance of the profound.

With each discarded skin —a visual explosion.

A blast of breath.

The mind murmurs “not again”

“Yes, again.”

Tend to the mind.

Tend to the breath.

Get up, get up!

In this place,

It is easy to be late.

I rush.

I forget.

And just like this, I am at nine hundred, ninety-nine.

When is my next bright explosion?

Then, remembering my one thousand chances…

I take my time.

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