i arrived here, ready

musing on the ether field, yet again

This year has put last years lessons to the test. do I really feel that way? yes yes yes, I do.

I came here as someone. A consciousness with its own qualities. A body that said yes, an incarnation that said yes, yes, its a glad thing to offer, an ecstatic offer. I didn’t come here with the chains of I must be, i must be, i must be. No. I came here whole.

I didn’t come here clawing through mirrors. I didn’t come here bracing myself against womb walls, gritting my newborn gums together. I came here with wonderful, glorious tears. No resentments. No fear. Fearless ball of energy, delighted by the initiatory, gentle, cathartic welcome of materialized sensation. Catharsis, a departure from my life with the angels, my life in the other realms. I came here, ready to be here. I know this

I was raised in the sunshine

The things which we’ve always known. Before there was a body there was a knowing.

I feel we long for that which we have always known. Known is the nature of is. We long for the very fabric of our own constitutions. A constitution nothing but a state of beingness in which there is no resistance; non-resistance, can, does, permeate everything. Absolutely everything. Sometimes surrender is clenched purple knuckles, and I respect that. I respect.

I reach through the dimensions of consciousness, I translate, I speak. I am a companion. We are all at the table, eye to eye. Companions, eye to eye. Pay no matter to where you are, the matter is the mystery incarnate. Equal. Free. Freedom. Pointing to a vibration. I know this, put your head to my heart and you’ll hear my hymn. I came here an artist

Pride of bigger, of higher, of more; no more than a labyrinth drawn in sand. And the waves are coming. And it’s all safe. Totally safe. My business is freedom and remembering and the realms. None of these mazes are my business, concern, although you may find me skipping through the psychedelic hallways, twirling, having a laughing fit, looking like a ghostly, dripping dream. I swam from the beginning. I’m here for it all and anemoia is an illusion; I’ve been, I’ve been there, I’m drawing astral maps in the places of no proof. I must point a finger and laugh with a hand on your beloved shoulder, because divinity, divinity is my business.

Keep your eyes open for aunties and mothers propelling you forward. Inhabit your castle and fear no visitor. Inhabit your castles and fear no visitor. Inhabit your castles, fear no visitor.

Move up, move down, swirl my palm and change the angle, tune in like that. ungrounded, grounded into something else. Before these fungal crystal bodies was the mother, the all-permeating, infinitely-infused ether. Ether the elephant in the room, physicality extending the desiring, desperately loved invisible. “Invisible”. Plato’s cave. Visibility is just where we are. Laughing, again, and again. I came here ready to be here, I arrived here, laughing