~ Comprised of words I wrote somewhere else plus a few more. Am wondering if the human mind-emotion support system of guardian angels is being replaced by a guardian dragon holographic system instead. Am not having GDs turn up myself, not in the way described for others. But definitely it seems like the god/human-image angel is being swapped out for the elements/new dragons as a form of mental-emotional support interface. Possibly this is just a thing for people who want to move farther away from identifying with patriarchal religions, in particular the roman catholic church. Sort of just making the observation here for myself probably. I can look back on it in a few months and go “ah yeah, that thing”. This observation comes because the people I am led to find who say they are trafficking code into the earth core are all doing it with dragon templating and escort apparently. I find that interesting. Perhaps the planet simply prefers dragons 🐉. I don’t know, anything, much. And perhaps this is how a shared event pathway presents across multiple CI (Conscious Intelligence) spheres. I tend not to see much of this experience myself. I think you have to have a local mind formed in local sourcelight to be able to perceive those holographic stories - which I don’t have. I can perceive what others see (or perceive the data of it), but don’t have the experience as my own. Mostly my received communication is direct telepathy/neural link. No idea how that is my reality. Mmmm, this deserves some more focus in my mind time. I have a lot of dragon-esque faces appear in my Wind Weaves. And even some really Star Wars cantina-type aliens. I just don't get a story to go with the image. I can get a name or a number designation if I press. And I like to leave their faces a little ephemeral in the Weave. On my own work front- we made a significant timeflow jump on Monday. Synchronising multiple flows and moving all through another ‘tree’ - these appear like luminous branched rectangles with concave sides. I would equate them to data trees with which information is instructed and directed. Each has root forms and influences data structuring. What I mean when I say “all”, who knows. To me it feels like all CI in the solar system, but it may only be my own sphere of CI and all within it. Perception is amorphous like that when using human body tech.

Heat-filled thoughts from iced-over contentions. Broiling streams, river flows of mind tumbling ever in and through. Distraction. Tight thin life ribbons, moment to moment image hops in seamless linear transition. Running toward predetermined events of sought freedom. Habitual. In no-time all new thoughts come planned before they arise. Who catches the eruption directs the flow. Compulsion. Entering conception space brings newly experienced harmonies, only because of a forgetting. Ceasing to forget brings the inevitability of inertia, hence the dropping of stored thought from motivated particles to maintain momentum. Duality. The mechanism of movement. A broken wheel, skipping moments of completion, always in construction until the animated are spent of force, numbed in short respite to begin again. Eternal.

Following on from an opinion expressed in the previous post re the sloughing off of 'grey' or low-vibe energy and pushing it into the earth core and letting the planetary core consciousness deal with it, transmute it and return it to humans and the planet surface as good nutrition - try to read past my wtf tone a little maybe, I try my best but some concepts just leave me confuzzled. I have looked at this method more than once, but it doesn't stick with me. A: I do not think to do it, like my CI (Conscious Intelligence) inherently knows this is not a viable option for our system, B: It does not feel effective, and looking at the amount of unpleasantness oozing from the human race on a whole I would say that shit has been leaking back up. It is possible that this practice is less productive than proposed. It never occurred to me as I was exploring the field of subtle energy and looking for ways to see the reality, to gather the discordant frequencies in my fields and send them to the planet. She always seemed to me to be labouring hard with what she was burdened with, giving her more never entered my brain. I understand that different minds and souls have different learning curves and capacities and perhaps pushing off the dross for an older, wiser consciousness to handle has been the best option for many. Yet I believe that there are other options. I would like to share my ideas on this and explain my practices, without being sure how to express those. Very probably my ideas are not new on this planet, they are just particular to me in how I execute them. I function mostly via what could be called ‘mental imaging’, and use my spherescripts and spherespeak, to connect to structures in the ethers so as to transmute for myself, my geographical region, the planet and the solar system. In this practice I utilise my own etheric processing capacity rather than passing all on to the etheric structures of the planetary core consciousness platforms. I foresee the point fast approaching when more Etheric Architects, the Builders, are going to be able to enmesh into their physical body representatives and work similarly. Up to this point, those of us reluctant to have the PCC (planetary core consciousness) do the re-capaciting work on our behalf, have had to do the bulk of this processing using the vital force and resource of our physical bodies. The toll has been great. Very recently, EArth and companions moved into denser point of space in time and the Etheric Architecture we have been labouring to create is becoming eminently more functional to us. We have spent decades slogging through heavily distorted waveforms, softening our shadows, growing comfortable with our strength, and confident in our compassion. We know that we are difficult to understand, yet intricately vital to the process of birthing a more nurturing planetary structure. There are going to be people who come by my work and find me too much. Too forceful, too ’negative’, to happy to use the f-word: all things woke folk are trained to avoid within a predominately religious approach to spiritual growth. I will keep telling you that these things are inconsequential to the higher density principals of unity/understanding as emanated in this pattern of space/time we travel within. As a balance being, I am neither negative nor positive and exist in the nothing in between, and all within, those polarities. Hope you are travelling well, and finding the data packs your teams must be dropping to you well and truly by now.

- a play of word symbols. I'm workin' on the afta-glow, flip flip burnin' like a bull roar wavin'. Hog-fest shiftin' was sublime, but that dandy play had me spinnin' for a day or two too many and now here we are shittin' on the hope dance of fuzzy augured flies. A causal clause had us hammered - into tidy flat pack boxes with lungs compressin' like that corkscrew in your bones. It was supposed to be a best beginning. How did that come out? Lookalike baubles keep tracin' hopscotch, bouncin' up and down a makeshift ladder with no open destination. Panther-padded observation seeks for equational maturation in the quartered mind, pouncin' non-playfully upon stumbled acquiescence. Trance it baby, find the form, you might wanna turn it back again. I'll help you find the ransom. Glow-tracks fell before we found them, but the best kept secret was recorded and now we have the co-opted version to sing a fancy song. Wee fizz ringer, did 'cha see that go? All up and trendy like a vacuum with no motor. I'll have another slip-tred for ya later, but for now let's ring that rosie-slide-apple into homeplate and sip on comfort.

First published on 'The Nothing in Between', April 19 2020. A significant effort is required to be yourself expressing and to not withdraw when the larger pool pushes back or away, or demands rigid conformity to its own code. A strange place. Skimmer bugs pushing across the water surface on tension. They capitalise on cohesive forces. I cannot be an extension of another’s mind process. To be written in to their reality is uncomfortable because I do not become the role they assign me just because they assign it. One way communication is not a balanced system. One way is one way whether the direction be positive to negative, or negative to positive, the outlay for the journey is the same. A policy of non-engagement has its benefits. I go out to find interaction intermittently. Mostly the results provide me with a new packet of confusions. Everyone is right and no-one agrees. How does that work?

It's gonna happen, that point where 'it' really does not matter one little bit of shit what happens. Reputation, curse, culling, disease, recompense. What mean those words to you? Outcast rejected foray into dwelling pools of the unfortunate. How now, toss it loose. Words? They be power to the mighty? Djinn talking following slips into that space between sinew and bone, mincing sound like grapes in troughs. I be mad, an offended cries slyly. I be wild slings a fallow fig. I be depressed??? Ha, only on the outside, showing what is shown to be expected for the collected piles of data in my outer cloak. Send it on, that low buzz vibe of collected sorrows, fill it up in running heaps at the borders. I bring it, I see it, I unbuzz it til it looks again in unglassed eyes. Spell craze dazzles, breaking banks of stored malice - cleanly cleaning over eons through momentary unfazed thought sparks. Insane amongst the sane self-pronounced by arbitrary agreement of colliding number tracks. I see the glory time point of second splitted understanding. My aim being untrue, I slide across a home plate into brazen undreamed dreaming. SCore!!

Positive message (insert appropriate beautiful imagery). The way forward (insert preferred belief pattern). The resistance to pleasant outcome (insert preferred focus for dislike and blame). The way to make a difference (insert preferred belief system encompassing altruistic pillar sitting). What to do when No change appears (see the first point of this message).

There wants to be a twisting change, and it does not know how to happen. It swirls and rolls, and climbs this un-seeable mound, and finds itself back at the bottom flipping in swill. It tells itself it is grand, and it tells itself it is vile. It hopes eternal, and it dies depressed. It believes on the goodness in all hearts and it counts on betrayal for its bread. It is not happy nor sad, it does not hate nor love, it wants for nothing and demands everything, because everything is itself. If all things be of the one, why does the one so abuse itself, and why does it permit a few to create a perversion whilst enticing with divinity? Why does it want you to believe that you are it and always have been? What if infinity were finite? Ask a question you can't think of for yourself.

A being can have many faces, many screens of presented image facing outward for others to see and suppose upon. A presiding idea is that one's faces must all match to create a proof for integrity, yet a higher vision sees patterns of agreement when smaller fields of view see discordant rhyme. Integrity is detectable in the founding waveforms, rather than the images created upon their weave. The same is so for the ignoble spirit, speaking enlightened peace whilst flinging shards of bitter thought. That the Jester can still play courtly games with illusion-gilded hands, silken words, and the distraction of high toned bells jingling on bright costumes is testament to the strength of mind-equations employed. I write in more than one place, by agreement with the other parts of me peering through strange window panes into a jumbled place of broken characters.

About a year and a quarter ago I started training my body to be more mobile and able. The years of intense energy work had broken down much of this body's strength and capacity; until I had reached a point of being almost completely sedentary (due to the intense pain of every movement), and had been alcohol dependant for about 4 years - possibly 5. I stopped drinking any alcohol (vodka is my preference) in October 2018. I began regular movement training in about September 2018. It was that or loose a foot from the probable gout I had started to develop in my toes in the winter, and be totally seized up by the age of 50. The alcohol had gotten me from A to B, but it wasn't going to get me to C with both my feet. By movement training, I mean I coaxed my body from its position of immobile excruciating terror into bouncing mildly on a rebounder. That is all I did for weeks and then months. 3 1/2 minutes of what is called the 'health bounce' - where feet don't leave the mat - is all I could manage for a couple weeks I reckon. At the same time as these choices I had finally made it to a doctor's room, had begun the 'mental health plan' thingo, and started on a beta-blocker to calm the electrical responses of my nerves to signals from the heart, to calm the intense 'tremors' I had been experiencing for years. To stop drinking the vodka was actually very easy. I just stopped. The psychologist I had begun seeing asked me to not drink alcohol during the program she would be implementing, so that was that for me. As I knew it would be at some point. I am like that, I do a thing until it no longer serves its purpose and then I don't do it anymore. I had been having a full shot each evening for a while, then had been inclined to reduce to a half shot for a month or so prior to making it to the medical professionals, and then nothing. How my body reacted to that was all a pretty textbook response. I can't say I felt immensely better for having stopped drinking. I didn't loose a heap of belly fat either. All of 2019 was a long long arduous march. Bounce bounce bounce. I bounced almost daily for more than a year. At the end of that I made it to 4 sessions of 11 minutes each in a day. Then it crashed. And bouncing became really difficult. Weird huh? About a month before that crash I had been prompted by intuition and Other info to purchase a stationary bike. I got the cheapest York Upright bike available, and started peddling. Initially I peddled for a set time as I had with the bouncing, but that wasn't going to work for me. Time whilst bouncing on the one spot worked fine - I was building strength of Vibration. But time in 'movement' as manifested by cycling was too much, I could not handle the 'speed' of the space/time element whilst in this compromised body. So I went with 'energy' as the factor instead. I cycle to a particular number of Calories burned according to the equations used by the York bike. So for more than a year I had been gradually increasing atomic vibration using the rebounder, and then having reached a set vibration capacity, I moved onto increasing movement in space/time with the cycling. For a while I would work with both, increasing bounce rate a little and then increasing Energy burn goal. Now it's just the cycling, and gradually gaining momentum. I feel that a bounce rate increase is on route and so the rebounder will come out again. All of this for about 16 months before we made a move of household from one Aussie state to another. And now it makes a great deal of sense why I began this training. Our new locale is very different to the previous. There is a greater amount of physical load required to live here. We are in the largest city in Australia. So many people, I have no idea how I will get to the point of being able to drive in traffic. I also cart water daily to nurture the small garden beds which have been neglected for years. We are on water restrictions, plus much of the state is on fire and it seems inappropriate to use the drinking water for gardens (even though some is allowed on level 2 restrictions), so to water the plants we set up a system to catch the rinse water from our washing, and cart that about the place. The temperatures have soared into the mid 40's celcius. The environment presently is quite harsh. Without that training since 2018 I would'a been stuffed. Now a bucket or watering can in each hand makes for a great weights workout. Towards the end of last year I had made an etheric request for ways to incorporate more physical activity into daily life. I have not ever been a lover of 'exercise' - that regulated torment of sets and particular movements. Rebounders and stationary bikes were my limit. I said to the ethers that it would make more sense for me to just have more daily activities to complete, as part of everyday life. And guess what? I got just that. I ask for a bag of gold coins too but haven't seen it yet. This world doesn't work that way does it? I do not know why I wrote all this here. It will do what it does and I leave it at that.

As 2019 closes out, I ruminate on the nature of a sense of security. What is it which is at work when we feel secure? The antithesis of ‘secure‘ seems to be ‘anxiety‘, one appearing in the absence of the other, but are they cause and effect or sensations flowing from different machinery with similar triggers? I very easily and persistently sense anxiety. I do not so easily sense security. This indicates a damage which I am digging about to find, like excavating under a house to find leaky pipes. What causes security feelings to leak away? What causes them to activate in the body? What triggers fear of harm and death? Why is the environment sensed as being predominantly hostile and alien? What is the nature of confidence? A hyper-sensitive person receives an over-burdening amount of sense data. Large percentages of the incoming frequencies are strongly 'damaging', that is they create significant disruption to my 'standing wave'. The predominance of incoming data experience is discordant, seemingly redundant or irrelevant to me. I am considering a policy of non-engagement on the human front for a long while as the number of under-developed field interactions mount. My family and I have recently navigated a move of household from one Australian state to another. There is a lot still to settle to finish the relocation, all that departmental stuff and roads stuff, and utilities stuff. It was massively labour intensive for me, and I have been working at it for at least 4 months solidly. Now I get to look out a window and wonder what the hell comes next, whilst teaching my Aspergers-esque brain how to drive to the supermarket in heavy city traffic. There is barely a dust mote left of the previous way of doing life. This new location is a flatbed of sandy soil, not yet showing me what growth it can produce and support. I may just close the blinds and let the world toil madly on without me.

Following guidance, I am constructing Systems of image progressions from sets of WindWeave images created over the past year and a bit. They will be uploaded to a Vimeo account - SphereData Each System will have an explanatory introduction page, so no need to lay all that data out here. It is probable that I will embed the Vimeo videos to a page in my website archives, but that takes a bit of time. These WindWeave Systems are effective. I was surprised/stunned, in a good way, at just how much of an effect they are having on my mood/outlook and physical capacity. When I start to feel that oppressive weight (the bane of an empath) I use System 1 or System 3, which connect to Family Group Support and Environmental Nurture Patterns respectively. Very interesting stuff. WindWeave System 1 - Eth'A Relay Technology WindWeave System 2 - Fluid Relay WindWeave System 3 - Environmental Patterns ©️Sherri-Lee Lavender Spheres of Cohesive Consciousness We are moving closer and closer to that point intersection. The flavour of reality is changing as we approach the altered stream. I can't wait. Hope to feel even greater sensation of difference to my life interaction - that interface with the reality holograph. I woke up a week ago and I would swear that the body I woke up in was not the same version as the one I went to sleep in. There were significant perceptual changes - not all fun. Definitely there was that overall sensation of having merged into a different reality stream where things were the same but not quite exactly. I know there will be people who get what I am saying. Ha, and I just recalled my People saying prior - "We found one. It is similar, but not the same. It is not great but it will work". Ha! Hahaha yep. It is not great, I have to absorb a loss on the physical front, permanent damage to my gums that I swear was not there before, not to the extend that I woke up with - but it will work. There is room to create a different pathway here, a better access to creative streaming to jump to. I keep trying to make friends with my experience, to make sense to others, to find a framework to attach the work to. There isn't one. Purposefully I see, a plan made before I arrived. I need to keep flipping from TimeFlow to TimeFlow (thought-path to thought-path), staying away from large Eyes, and so do a few others whom I know. Interesting indeed. #video