When Comes Amalgamation

I begin to write something, then stop, wondering if any word requires to be written really.

How much data does it take to transition through this segment of spacetime? Overwhelming outpourings of information come daily through the Net, in any one arena of human thought.

In just the arenas of the Para/Extra normal which I scope, I have observed people somehow find so much thought and opinion and need to express their interior that they produce pages-long essays for FB posts in startlingly short periods of time, hours-long video for YouTube on a regular schedule, crazy long and wordy forum thread comments, eye-crossingly involved blog posts and more than enough dialogue to suck air from my lungs as I attempt to conceptualize that level of thought/word/speech effort on the human platform of being.

With so much activity, when do they find time to do the Work? Do they do the Work? Do they do less Work than some of the rest of us? Do they do an easy game setting level of Work? Are they a different species more suited to the environmental conditions?

Are they apportioned an unfairly distributed amount of lifeforce whilst the bulk of us move as mildly perturbed sloths through the grind of squishing data in and out of our meatsuits and mushy brains in a general labour of survival, personal interior development, figuring out some small thing about life, staring at the sky on the edge of sunset, remembering to take the key out of the front door when shutting it behind us, wondering what we are doing really?

I spend more time being pulled to think on some topic to write about for blogging than actually writing anything. I got past thinking I needed to tell things. I wake up, and before I can log much time passage, it is dark again and I should be going to bed so I have enough energy stored to wake up. The bulk of my lifeforce is absorbed by the Work of speaking the data, feeling the data, holding it, carrying it, moving it, giving it form and gravity.

Such a large portion of my mental processing space is given over to functioning complex etheric patterning on levels of the reality not associated with daily human life, that to have computational capacity left over to direct my brain and body to engage in tangible activities is a significant achievement.

Hence I move in a way which seems achingly slow and do projects in small segments.

I have attempted pushing to do a Transcript for the next transmission on that list - "Big Sol Data" from August 2020 - and it is not happening. The pathway is closed. Will it open again? Why did it close? Do I not require to do it? Am I laying low? Do I not have enough relays pointing at this period of the orbit to be receiving and transmitting the data? In recordings from this time last year, I have logged that this is a 'downtime' for data transfer in general from my people.

And who are my people?

The discussion of who it is I speak with, and as, is not one I have had in depth with anyone who lives in the stories which name and group these entities and spheres of consciousness. I could say that they are a conglomerate of peoples layered over multiple 'densities' or bandwidths of the orchestral ocean of existence.

They do not all reside within the same point in spacetime but have laboured to come into an agreement of communication from different TimeFlows and locations. They have a common objective - to move successfully through a point in this region of the cosmos which has been repeating in a damaged feedback loop longer than any of them have recorded.

After much repetition and analysis this particular EArth was located as the most probable position for enacting a stable transition of data from corrupted cosmic placement to uncorrupted cosmic placement. Think of this region of vast space as a minute blackened and damaged spot on a Mandelbrot set, where all the colours and shapes are distorted and the communication of data from macro to micro and back is halted. Nothing has moved this far Forward beyond the broken region since the damaged cycle began.

How the collapse happened, I do not know, not really. How can anyone with limited perspective whilst shoved into a human nervous system know such grand things? I have various stories to choose from to give an explanation yet I am not convinced that any is the One real reason, they are fractured repeating shadows of the reason.

What do we need to know? Anything? What level of awareness within human cognition is required for larger Overarching Spheres to be able to enact their movements towards forming a stable reality platform?

How far does this construct reach? Is it this local solar system? The local cluster of galaxies? The universe? The multi-verse? What is the Inna-verse (Innerverse?) that I mention not so irregularly? How is that measured? What is the nature of its boundary? Perhaps Innaverse is this solar system within the membrane of plasma fire at its edge (mapped by Voyager probes).

How likely is it that I will see answers to these questions before I leave this body?

I watch so many people expressing exceptionally deep and clever things and I feel dumb, because my inside is saying nothing unless specific purpose triggers. I stop and watch leaves move in the wind. I believe that each actual being here can only figure out their own version of the hologram, because they write the code to it as they observe it. Even then, figuring it out is unnecessary to the act of being involved in and moved by it.

I am doing something that no one else here is doing. There is no need for multiplicity in all tasks. An efficient Sphere uses minimal resource for maximum effect. I connected over all these years of outputting SpheresData with a tiny clutch of Others similarly doing something no one else here is doing. We cannot tell each other how to do what we do. Constructing bridges between those Spheres here being parts in a large machine was my hopeful anticipation when I began. It is common for me to wonder if this is possible or necessary. Yet how is isolation in this Work helpful?

When comes an amalgamation of desire with projected reality? When comes the tangible enmeshing of single cogs in a visible stunning machine of intricate design? I know without doubt that this machine is being constructed. Where is it? How is it? What will it do?

I so desire to move past this point of working in singularity, with seeming untraversable spaces between me and those Others working a common objective. The gulf between understandings of minds is a slippery tangle of thought networks resisting comprehension. Is it tiredness which keeps us separate? It is purposefully arranged? Is it too overloading for us to do our own Work and also to step into the common spaces to find exchange with one another?

Why is it persistently difficult to engage those invested in works of an ether or ET nature in anything other than what they have already accepted as their mission goal of information attainment? Have we only enough energy to fulfil the daily requirements of our immediate environment?

I do not know what pattern of words to use to form a cohesive communication bridge to others forming in groups and discussing subjects which seem relevant to my Work but are not flowing along the same streams of conscious awareness. Must I find a way to do this?

And so I gaze out the nearest window to watch the wind move leaves.