As at Sept 13 2025: Flowing as an electric buzz across the back of my head from ear-to-ear, and more infrequently sparking through the membranes of my heart space, is the tug to show up here, to invest a little time into the me who created and maintained this site and those attached to it over some 8 years. I feel a tad abandoned by myself and wonder what I should do about the feeling. I have had a multiplicity of hopes, goals or anticipations, now stored in a selection of plastic crates and IKEA drawers, which call on occasion to be undone, finished, discarded or kept for the sake of being able to say to myself that I did try something of living. Not to mention the cost of the outlay in materials and time. What do I do with that? I live in a rapidly revolving precession of days which feels timeless, with an echoey quality reminiscent of a vast hall prepared for a banquet which no-one was available to attend. Am I both relieved and confused by the outcomes of my life? Yes, yes I am. I still speak the language of stars and spheres daily, communicating into the spaces between to unseen recipients and companions. I have not been otherwise unproductive, keeping knitting needles and crochet hooks moving, filling a drawer with socks and making things to hold things. I go outside, smell the flowers and air - sometimes rich with the moist decomposition of neighbouring bushland and I can imagine simple days by campfires buried deep in the wilds of a land separate from human industrialization, urban housing development and freeways. Above any other veil-thin thoughts is the acknowledgement that I may be actively engaged in waiting whilst not thinking too hard about what it is that I may be waiting for. Sept 21 2025: Ha, I came here on this date to add something, and then - distraction happened apparently, so I write this on Oct 21 2025 as a note to myself that I did show up a month ago, although briefly. Oct 21 2025: So here I am in a new paragraph to see if more words will splatter out onto this backlit page. I begin to share some thoughts around current happenings or upcoming events in my life and soon delete. I know the significance of privacy when confronting a rapacious world running its simulation models in a closed system experiencing energy deficit. If you speak too loudly in open spaces about your current wails or woes (and joys) there is a heightened probability of some entity, or consortium of such, sending waves of chaos, calamity or even mild constant irritants to press those emotions into a fragrant lifeforce ambrosia and slosh about drunk on your turmoil. I do not wish to be something else's wild rave. So what can I share with you, Dear Reader? What words might nourish us both? 2025 is progressing much how I anticipated it would, how my People foreshadowed it to be. The basics were that it would be a year of not much up until September, at which point to 'be ready for the rockiness, the spike of not so nice', and to 'watch out for it'. September did indeed have more 'hug a plushie' moments than the months preceding; not so much because of real-time events but the energies our orbits moved into. It felt like the rails of a dangerous ride had fallen off and all the molecules of life were in free-fall. With it came the haunted wailing of tormented worlds - lamenting broken masts and torn sails, comrades lost overboard and riches missed on unpredictable currents. Such is the ambient theme of this human living, constructed with rivets forged under constant pressure to make more, be more, go further. Rise higher, evolve, ascend, cleanse, heal, purge, understand, be whole, love more, give more, enjoy more, experience more - how to exhaust the fading gasps of creative energy pushing us out of this evaporating world. I have been hitching a ride on the Mothership of 'Not Doing'. Not doing anything about anything much. There is not presently a vast well of 'do it' manifestation matter available for molding life pathways and lasting experiences. All is in Transit - avoid anchors to building, to projects, to concrete life structures and long-term plans. The World Machine is shaking violently so piling sand, grain by grain, into soft castles on trembling shores is an outlay of force best not expended. Oct 30 2025: ... Aaaand back again. I am going to write this post to its end eventually. My back-brain says that there is a little speck more to add, so I wait with fingers poised to catch the words as they tumble by. Overriding my life is a recurring desire to 'be somewhere else', 'doing something else'. Like a sock in a washing machine I twist about on swirling waters in a rinse cycle which has been stuck on repeat for years. Time passes, the body ages, I come up to gulp at air or sink to the bottom and taste the detritus of life's messes. I try to remember those moments of hanging out on a line and feeling the joy of an early spring breeze in golden afternoon light. But always I am looking for the other sock. Is this normal? Do you experience it as well? I put it down to the movement of this galactic region of consciousness in a state of constant shift and upcycling to reach unmarred plates of reality. We can't settle because the substance of the world is unsettled - grains of sand in the howling cosmic winds and crashing forces of celestial bodies in changing orbits. Well done if you and Yours are maintaining that facade of static existence in and around your habitat. Peace and calm understanding to you Dear Reader. I make an appointment to come again and hope to see you here. Published on: The Nothing in Between , 03/11/2025

Hope How far out of reach are you? The tantalizing breath of a promised sojourn in sheltered valleys With peony-scented laughter in the unhurried gaze of playing children, Do you trick me to imagine or weave to blind me with a gauze of illusion? Are you the ass’s carrot or the bullock’s whip? Will I catch up to the vision glimpsed in your soothsayer’s glass Or do I indefinitely stumble behind in the inhalations of this dusty Djinn bottle, an indentured spirit? You arrive so naturally, imperturbable and unwavering But I have lost the enchantment of your encouragements, Watching you as the crone watches crows in fields swept by a carousel of seasons. Will you bring corvid magic or be the stone-eyed messenger of lofty fae who believe the world a dance of enjoyment? Your fiddle has long since failed to move my feet, Rather would I laugh at your graceful swirls in the mists of yet-arriving moments And pretend we have an appointment which you yearn to keep. Published on: Threads @between.speak, The Nothing in Between Date: 11/05/2024, 13/05/2024 Image by Erik-Jan Leusink

A stroke of inspiration which hit through the general malaise today has led me to find a way to set the Blog to public whilst keeping select posts as Members-only content. To access these 'member exclusive' posts just select the Free Blog subscription plan on the Plans & Pricing page. Use that big yellow 'Select' button in the Plan window and access is automatic. The plan is active until you cancel it, which you can do whenever you fancy through the "My Subscriptions" page of your member account. The Plans & Pricings page is set to member-only access so yes, you will need to be logged in to view it and activate this Plan option. I continue to upload to the Telegram Current Flow channel as my main audio broadcast platform. The holding and trafficking of the data flows has been especially exhausting these past weeks. I have little energy left for engaging on social platforms or adding content to this website. My body aches to the core. Life moves in small increments without seeming to go anywhere in particular. This has been the pattern for years. I have grown to not mind it. In this household, we can only live quietly and hope to find opportunities to see the kids find enough income to survive in a strange world teetering ever more convincingly toward economic depression with a backdrop of planetary burnout. I wonder how far towards the snap-point the realities will stagger. How far into crazy wild will the hologram go before the change which needs to happen does? Some times I bemoan the loss of a belief in a Deity which has the whole world in the palm of its hand. Now I know that any bizarre thing can happen and most often will; that we exist inside a strange machine of odd equations still waiting for workable patterns to emerge. I have no great wisdom to impart to anyone, nor words of deep comfort from Star families or Galactic members of apparently organised associations. My People have been doing the same labours for years now, yet I suspect that for them it is only a short while. I can't think as hard, nor as long, on what it is that we are doing. Firm answers are not ever given, that would embed the movement too deeply into human thought streams and slow the progress of whatever it is we have fixed our attention to. The Spherespeak is still a constant for me. I do not record as often. Writing blog posts when I would seem to be repeating myself - does that have a purpose? Repetition is widespread. Is the preference for recurring assurances really going to be the extent of sought attainment amongst those who say they are awakening to something cosmic? I have not found anything excitingly new in the 'experiencer' community for a long while and barely look for it. Whatever may be happening in terms of new discovery or revelation of a worldly or otherwise nature is happening a long way off in a reality line not crossing mine. I am recovering from a nasty dose of flu, pottering slowly through lightning flashes of days. Having stopped seeking to talk to people about what I do, I find small things in a day to accomplish. I really should do something about getting my eyesight retested and change my reading glasses, but that requires dealing with the things of life I would much rather pretend don't have to happen. Cheers all, may you have a day you can live with.

< Back The Alien Experience A Holograph Beyond Me 14 June 2021 The idea of an encounter with peoples or beings of civilisations other than EArth human and with an alternate and more sophisticated understanding of the reality in terms of technology and manipulation of matter is appealing. How many times have I stared at the skies and petulantly decried my lack of such interactions. My reality holograph is extremely stable: which means I see no spheres, no amorphous gases, no ectoplasms, phantasma, warping portals, disguised spacecraft, or fast moving unidentifiable objects of any kind. It just is not a thing for me. All of my interaction is via the inner mind scape, using the data imaging available to human brains, and through the visceral reaction within mental/emotion/physical body systems. Having the kinds of visual experiences reported across social media takes a lot of outlay of energy resource, and processing capacity upon the holographic plates, not to mention paying for the time to use the human mind networks to inlay the image of it. And I do not appear to have those kinds of connections. My People come from further out, and glide in under the radars and the reality plating matrices and past the unauthorized protocols of conglomerates and councils calling themselves altruistic or otherwise. But still - a shiny orb or two would be nice. My pique at being 'left out' of the full holo experience of the non-normal is soothed by imagining that I am better served by a low profile. What point of consciousness working on uncommon projects is benefited by having ultra beings pop in and out, or buzz overhead? Isn't a circling flap of scavengers the quickest way to find a carcass in the desert? Or a screeching play of giddy toddlers with balloons the best way to find that birthday party at the park? Settings Previous Next

< Back Singing in Silence The Splashing Dance 10 July 2021 Often I wish I had a lick of knowing what to write to present my work or to engage with people. Yet engaging with people seems not to be my strong function. I work constantly on the inner landscape, in a way which leaves me with ports not much suited to dock with others and exchange thoughts or frequency. I continue to broadcast because that is also my nature. In my 'Journal of Intermittent Misery', I wrote about the difficulty felt in putting a piece of SpheresData into a basic video and broadcasting on Youtube. I do my work because it is a torrent of data which flows like water from the earth. It would crack through any stopper valve I ever tried to shove into place to stop that cascade and go live a 'normal' life. I do not enjoy how the way of my work and my emanating persona place me into a void space, a still traverse where others seem not to walk often or at all. I cannot entice folk to engage with me much. Encouraging breakthrough would be welcomed by multitudes. Settings Previous Next

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