Pebbles

Printing services are a brilliant idea, I love the concept; I would love to have a whole bunch of my work printed in high quality, colour-fast inks on glossy card or huge canvases. But it isn't happening anytime soon for me. I don't know how others get on with it. Most seem immune to the things I find incursive.

After years of attempting to order, I remain ambivalent around outsourcing for personal prints, as the printer company can influence the overall patterning of the images; confuse the energy signature, impede the data.

The money cost is also a point of internal wrestling.

Thinking on this now, I recall that I did have the AFA 1 Glyph Tool images printed onto cards by a company back in 2018. I still have dozens of these by the way. I shall sit them under a large chunk of rock and see what grows of it.

To be frank, I feel quite useless here and I figure that sensation is going to hang around for the length of my Sherri-Lee days. My life is not beautiful, it is not contributing to the human social construct, I am not fulfilling any grand, nor even mediocre, anything; it all only is.

I have no desire to tell anyone how to transition through another lions gate portal activation, I don’t care if they shift to 7D and leave my cold arse behind. If folk all shoot on ahead into their Ubuntu, the Silence here would fall and that would be a lovely stillness. The quiet of the Long Night.

There is a quickening of untethering which comes to me as I admit that I see no good point in continuing to labour to be or feel anything other than how I do feel - which is disinterested in what the World is offering me.

I am not receptive to talk about angel love, divine connectedness, the power within to transmute all low vibrations and be a god-being, the need to dissolve Ego, the necessity of suffering, the ideology that all souls already know everything they need to know. I do not hold that a CI is incarnate to learn how to find Beauty amongst garbage, to engage in social justice conflicts, to save the animals/oceans/trees for the growth of their light. I have not felt a loving softness from a benevolent Source for many years, nothing nadda zip. I see that Source, it is a vast miasma sitting, emanating, gathering; it and I do not speak across flows to one another. It hands out emotive packets to those what pay it homage and who birthed from its furnace.

I am not going to become suddenly in sync with any of the above and more, after years of swimming alongside to understand it. The obvious and most holistic course for my own Self is to swim further away; wishing fair times to those which do feel resonant and supported on those platforms and in those flows.