Death woke me up this morning, or at least the thought of it. Crying into my fuzzy pillow, where empty filled up-spilled over into the maddening maniacal joy. I feel like the mantra is now chanting me. This magical Solstice portal window to empowerment is like Dorothy not having to click her heels anymore, for i have been home all along as the tapestry of my big vision weaves tighter right in front of my curiously mystified eye.

Ingrid told me to say 'yes' to everything. Every. Ting. And I was/am/are saying it YES to my dream seed that stretches waaaaay back with a healthy portion of depth n comedic distance...the great thing about being old is the ability to see the bubbles within the bubble. Cyclings of time closing n opening like cells in divine division...

Wouldn't you agree it's getting brighter up in here (pointing to heart)? There is no fear of darkness because you are bringing the light!?!  Soooo, when.are.we.doing.this?

It's the heart particle grandmother speak, upon hearing it, all the fibers melt 'get-it' laughing oneself to death at it's simplicity. So magnificently understandable and words are unavailable to describe it.

Absolve into the message of the deconstructed place where square pegs DO fit in round holes, where Earth is above and Sky is below. The pole shift is happening to our minds, our memory, which shoreline will be beach ourselves on following these electromagnetic stragglers?

Before words, life used to be psychedelic without any substances, until we put it in a box and labeled it.

Open Your Box.
Be Undefinable. 

Well here we are, the day of anticipation with various outcomes...what will the horrid news media say? I make up it is something like 'Meh.' I think it's important to look at the global intentional practice going on, the praying, the offering, the fortifying of a change of direction or outlook infinitely more positive for our future selves. 

What may be tested now (are you ready?) to be part of that? Sure you want something new? Which act will you drop? Which contribution to love will you make? Which weapons will you lay down, meltdown, repurpose into something else to worship?

I woke up to the alarm and i didn't do the planned thing. I tried to talk myself into it and i was unable to stir. I lay there dissolving, all my cells turning into light and air. I disappeared and felt no pain, followed by a great pain in the entire right leg. Throbbing as i recall the time when during a healing i had a vision of men in suits stepping down a spiral staircase, tears rolled silently down my cheeks and i thought...

'down with whitey' 

They know their purebread way is fucked, haHA! We are all mixed now. This is the end of the debutantes, dukes, and dominions of the chemical nuclear monkeymaker guillotiner of dreams. Self-serving, hurting, making impossible amounts of calculated zeroes on a screen, what is computer money exactly? Why is it given so much value, attention, and admiration? Why is the standard measure of success moneynstuff? I say we pull plug on false belief idoltry. 

Some believe monotony is the bees' knees, a whack version of security n comfort. 'As long as they don't take away my T.V. my best friend, he doesn't care how fat i get on gmo's and misinformation.'

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Time to de-plane (dimensions) 

The gate has changed, but your bags will be taken care of (low maniacal laugh) 

next stop! the dark void! 

If you have ever thought of it as anything, think of it as seen/unseen connected, stretchy n pliable, squishy, yet intact...a mashup of your greatest hits, partly chosen by you, partly by your 'label.' Spirit soars condor size galactic wings YES you learned how to navigate astrally, bilocate, fuzzy Star Trek-like teleportation. Shrinking and growing like Hanuman, even (especially) if only in your Art.

From my wordsmith crafter Paloma Devi: The most important thing is this: To be able at any moment to sacrifice what we are for what we could become.

How many millennia has this eternal soul suffered a longing desire to destroy/reform/prepare for this birth cycle? No clue, but now, i know better. Lessons echo n expand head on, daring me to throw my cosmic boomerang far into the laughing swirling center of this galactic lollypop.

What will i be next? Liberated rainbow comet? Bridled indentured servant of human existence that has to live with a semi-dysfunctional myself, again? A redwood that someone lives in for a year to protect from being chopped down? A saint? I hear your laughter and raise you a guffaw. 

In my karmic locker the smelly sum of single socks that left me questioning their mysterious disappearance and magical reappearance are begging to be worn mismatched. The next 7 generations are the future collective 'us'. Imprinted incarnations in the nebula stardustical outer bands beyond 3D yet to be materialized. Watched time means squat to the abiding soul. 

What is felt now is an accumulation of the spiritual work the past + current selves, the flogging and abuse will subside n vanish if we keep loving ourselves now. Accepting both what is brought in addition to what i bring. I impose nothing but love unconditional on You. I will accept You as we reflectively are and love us as grandmother so we feel heavenly in ease. I am student to your guru so i keep improving.

Souls radiance presses through pores of this wooly integument like a strainer. It's been keeping me warm and safe, but over time is presently worn and thin.  Dimension shifting as with all births are painful yet afterwords we remember nothing and live as if everything tasted delicious. 

In my altruistic mind
I consider You a lover
It was more than Come
It was go! out to the stars 
And back 
When the Universe told me 
We'd been together 7000 years

It was more like feeling 7
when by your side
The age when we didn't have
names for love yet
where my curls met Your shoulder
minus the longing

Navigating the streets of my heart
I am considered known to You 
I am tickled that You didn't forget either

How is it we never seem to tire of this reunion? 
Will this be our final dance? 
Or do I have too see my patterns dangling 
like a gorgeous sexy carrot 
in the afterworld too?