The Queen of Opportunity. Take the leap of faith into the darkness of uncertainty for that is where Opportunity awaits with great gifts, if only ye excerpt the confidence to accept her rewards. Breathe, breathe deep and slow for in your breath is the power to generate great magic. In the breath is the understanding of the organism of the universe. The simple and alchemical act of converting molecules of oxygen into vital sustinance for the blood is in the maintainance of solid deep breath. In the momment is where we find it, the gifts of epiphany of the only one thing that is real enough to experience, the hear and now. This Queen of ancestral knowing comes to us in the dark night of ignorance. With an engaging gaze of some deep ephemeral knowing she points to the strings which connect all things. The fragmented inner workings of the heart crystal matrix glows as its tethers are aggitated. The various angles reflect and record the ephermeral and incubate the intent like a flower bud set to blooming. Stars like diamonds glimmer even in the depths of moon kissed twilights. So reign down from on High Saturn, cast those instructions over the web and encode the seed deep within the subconscious of your devotee. For all things are connected, and to the connection we can raise our selves trhough the ancient and free act of the breath. In deep, deeper than is comfortable and then hold it there. In that silence is the whispering winds, in that place is the void opening up to you. Rise rise to the coalescence of this spirit field of knowing. For the soul is a field of information connected to our heads by such strands. You can feel it activating, like course waves of energies often ocampanied by chiming tones at the crown of the head. This is the vortex point, this is the act of connection to that field, where all things are known, and where all experience is stored. We have left ourselves time capsules. These are artifacts of DNA information deep within our inner crystal matrix. These are the codes of accessing our inner stargates. This is our inner jem, the voice of our heart, which resonates with the original voice of the Creator, much like the keys on a piano. This we will stumble upon in dreams, it is the way by which we shall reconnect with our wings, our angelic heritage. For the web of life run deeper than we are capable of perceiving at this time. Through the breath we reconnect with our source field of knowing, the heart of wisdom and inspiration, thus we rise, we raise our vibrations. This is how we reclaim our angelic wings. Once we remember our wings free shall we fly ourselves from the trappings of the spiders web.
October 3rd, 2014
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