I came across a platform called Ko-fi through Carrie Moyana Gebhardt. I like playing with some of these outlets, arranging data is a thing of mine, so I have created a page there where I will list some handmade items for sale, and post things from time-to-time. It's a platform for creators to get tips and donations from supporters, reach money goals, offer content subscriptions etc. A little like Patreon (which I have not ever looked at). I'm using it mostly as a place to list some things in the shop. They do charge a 5% fee on sales, but they don't charge a listing fee like Etsy, and the whole interface is a little less complex. I was in the process of listing things on my website in a little 'Market Stall' page on the day that the data cap happened so not doing that now ay, as I can't presently upload photos. Besides which, Ko-fi is a fun platform to interact with. I can list things there and not pay a cent in listing fees. So they can sit there indefinitely over years unsold and I won't be paying every 1-3 months for the privilege. If these items are going to sit unused in my stash for another 7 years, they might as well be on display somewhere. Rose Pink Dragon Scale Crochet Drawstring Purse Dusky Pink Dragon Scale Crochet Drawstring Purse Mookite & New Jade Bracelet I have more items to list. That will happen as it happens, until it gets done or doesn't happen. ($update:the drawstring purses are no longer available. I decided just to claim and use them myself, because they are gorgeous, made of one-of-a-kind expensive hand-dyed yarn, and make me feel happy when I see and touch them. I may claim and use the bracelet soon too). Oh, yes, I have a tip jar too btw. Just a Paypal button, but it's a figurative jar. It's been there a few years now and has not been used even once. Hahahahahahahaha. (Oh wait - it may have been used once, I was given a wondrous surprise last year of a random kind - not for anything except gifting - beautiful it was). I shall still highlight the Tip Jar here because who knows, someone may feel like tipping me a few coins for the amount of expansion they've gained after swimming through the torrents of data I have outlayed here and elsewhere. Or potentially I'm just full of my own glory and what I have outlayed isn't all that special nor worthy of a few dollars. It's a thought I have from time-to-time, that I am doing that thing that neuro-divergents do where they think their special interest really is cosmic scale special, and to others it is only like wildflowers which they have a right to pick from the side of the road and never pay anyone for having grown. Ooooo yes, I am rolling in my saltiness now. Hee hee hee.

WindWeave System 4 - TimeFlow Dynamics has had a new version produced. Below is the write-up on it as on the WindWeave Systems page. will assist in beneficially stabilising the personal Thought-Paths which direct reality experience through resonance with any of the great multitude of TimeFlows braiding through the planetary holographic plating systems. The aim is to incrementally align with your most beneficial TimeFlows (reality created through thought meditation), and thus experience more intersections of graceful opportunity. Version 4.2 is shorter, a new configuration of image focus, and made without title screen for playing in a smoother loop if desired. This outlay is available for online viewing to subscribers of the Eth'A Medicines Plan. It is intended to assist any in a fast flow of shifts. That is, switching swiftly through TimeFlows in a rapid 'hopping' from potential intersection to potential intersection, seeking the most beneficial branch at each terminal as we swim through choppy waters.

System 9 initially is being identified as 'Core Structures'. This set describes the build of a core communications tunnel. In the human body this would equate to the structures of the Spinal Column. This vital cord structure maintains the entirety of communication between all parts of the body. Within the body of one's Sphere of being, the core communications tunnel (or pillar) performs the same function. From macro to micro, a fractal pattern of architecture. Cohesive communication between one's many parts of Self is dependant on a strong core build to unite the Points of Consciousness through membranes of the subtle bodies and across planes of understanding which we might call levels of the astral or dimensions. This is how I understand it in a vague way which makes enough sense for me to be able to connect to the intent of the WindWeave Set. This Set does more than I have interpreted. It is undoubtedly working in concert with the data given in SpheresData audio of 15 Nov 2021. System 9 is created to be a looping video with no 'title screen' of explanation or instruction. Set it playing in a loop in your peripheral vision or watch with focused attention as often as you feel inclined. WindWeave System 9 is available to subscribers of the Eth'A Medicines Plan.

There is a mysterious cache of data in storage on Time Woven which I cannot identify to remove, so cloning the Time Woven site and offloading data from here and the clone to make an annex site seemed like an option to try. I won't be posting on Time Woven 2 as a blog, that will be kept to the main Time Woven website. There are limits going forward of course, I can't add my own images to this site or to blog posts but 'meh', it is what it is. I have created Time Woven 2 with the intent to fit data within the storage limits of free website plans. I do not wish to put my money into upholding this data within websites after having done that for years already. At this stage I have been able to sweep out close to 8gb of data from Time Woven Storage and still have it function as the hub to all my online Outlay. Most of the removal is the SpheresData audio tracks which formed the Library. All these tracks are hosted in Telegram Channels if anyone ever wishes to make use of the subscription plans to listen to it. A tricksy 313mb remains for me to cull or move elsewhere. Potentially this is going to be the File Share data which are the SFA1 and SFA2 files. Bit of a bugga that. File Share has been useful. I will have a go at moving those files to the Archive 1 annex. On Time Woven 2 are all WindWeave Systems and Galleries pages plus the Lore of Ancients page of stories. Menu tab links go straight to them. This post serves as a note to you who wander in there and wonder what the heck is going on. *** Next day, hours of file moving later. So it appears that the tricksy amount of data is stuck. I have unloaded files from storage and media storage level remains unchanged. To confirm this incorrect reading I cloned the site and checked the media storage used in the clone site - it sits at 418mb, below my target. Annoying data constipation confirmed. **** A number of more hours of file moving later. OMFG I did it. The site storage is at just under 500mb. That's it, I'm not doing more. Still can't add anything, a tiny wriggle space for some extra images but generally it's capped. But I am no longer drawing on Wix space which I have not paid for which was the point of this mega task. Fuk it. I'm gonna go do something else now. Maybe get in some movement. How goes your crazy today? Yes, yes, I am so blessed and lucky that I have time enough and don't have to be out working at a place of paid employment to be able to sit on my arse for hours doing this. Whatevs, it's my journey of nutsville, not someone else's.

There are windows when I have information drift through from my CI which I would like to tell. Writing it out is excruciatingly difficult. Speaking it is so much more fluid. I created a new page to place the audio of Stories if they come. Recently I am being given data on some of the obstacles which Ancients now arising within human form encounter - in connecting to familiar lore and practice to nourish their incoming CI. There are forms of magic and folk tradition which are similar but really not the same as what was made and lived far before this human world existed. The emerging Ancient requires to teach their human beingness advanced skills of being fluid yet firm in laying hold of the mythos which is most nurturing for them, and it may not be a particular practice or cultural belief field. It is actually best for their Ancient CI if it is not. Every piece of written lore on this planet is fiction to the Ancient. All of it. Not one story holds a fullness of actual historic remembering to match the knowing of these Olde Ones from extinct worlds. They bring their Lore with them, find snatches of it within other tales, digress wildly from canonical writings, and grow less inclined daily to believe that their imaginings are all modern fantasy or cultural appropriation. There is an ancient way which this planet has not seen in many ages of time, and which this human world has no clue of, not even in its oldest stories. And we can be what we choose to be.

After 8 months of quiet on the Facebook live platform, I was back talking out to the Trees today. Perhaps Summer is the season when I do Facebook lives. This transmission follows the escort of a packet and waveform of CI to INhouse into Form somewhere in a mountain and valley region of the planet. I am thinking of trying a Telegram Live Stream next time. Have been trying to think of something else to add to flesh out the post, but there is nothing coming to mind. My need to write opinions on things has dropped to sub-zero I reckon. I hope folk are getting by alright. I know how much of a hard slog the days are for most. 🍏🌼✨

In September of 2021, I made another version of Survivors First Aid 1 (SFA1) Track 1. This has been the version of the track which I have used since then. This evening I am asked by my Folk to add it to the File Archive for SFA1 Track 1 It is only available to those who have purchased that track. I may have shared this to one Other before, possibly? There are a few things with SFA1 I thought I had done but no I didn't, and I feel as though I may have lived a couple of years in a different track of Time??? Whatever the case, this version which I feel has a vastly different vibe and effect than version 2021_07 is in the File Share for download if you have purchased. Ver_2021_0923 moved into a region of 'Cultivation' rather than 'repair'. The audible differences may be subtle to some but the energetically sensitive should be able to pick up on the structural alteration. Anywho, give it a try, give me some feedback, that would be fun. How mind-fuzzing that it has already been 17months since I made this track.

A new Lore of Ancients tale is uploaded today. Some years back, I think it was 2018, travelling Fae came to my yard seeking refuge from extensive conflict in the multi-Realms. I do not have a fully developed mythos to connect with, a place for all the visionary and non-material interactions. They come with their own flavour, fragments of timeflows finally moving onward to new experiences after eons of existing within a struggling reality matrix.

Telling more tales of the Lore of Ancients. In this audio is more of the group of which Baba Yaga was - the Baa Ha’raag, plus brief notes in Fae forgetting. These tales of mine are of course mine, what images and knowing float up to me from my own Eth’A archives as I go look at places which call to me. These are stored time points, memories. The folklore I hear, the human origin stories do not ring familiar with me, so I go looking for what is familiar. That my tales do not necessarily match written or spoken knowledge in general human use is likely because I have experienced different Timeflows. I am sharing because I want to and because some other Ancients may find familiarity and comfort in what I tell.

I am simultaneously amused and unimpressed by life in a way I cannot explain. Leaving breadcrumbs of my own thoughts scattered about keeps me wandering in the forest looking for a cottage with cozy wood-fire crackling through morning chill. Baa Ha’raag Yavaloye hunkers in fuzzy wrappings and garumphs today, as she does on most days. Turning to me, she winks, her impish mirth hardly concealed behind deep crows-feet crinkled eyes and an ageless sparkle. "Go tell a tale," she urges. "Make it a good one, with twists and slides and sharp pointy turns. I like a nice spikey bough with sticky dew sap. Best for smackin' wayfarers too high-eyed to see the snow at their feet, and the wolf at their heel." No tribe wants me. No elder has come to claim me. None want a drop of this mixed blood which skims the European continents, dips into the Middle East and flashes over Laos. Born a free slave with no culture beyond a rover’s swag of gathered traditions based loosely around care of kin, with lashings of Roman Catholic holidays and commercialized pagan practices. A child of the modern Roman Empire. No culture or country has my soul’s allegiance. I am a dissident, a damaged anarchist, rejected and destroyed over countless lifetimes, hiding in ordinary light, pretending to care about my lack of connection. In other worlds I am the Arc-angel of Arc-angels, the first pattern of ForceForm, the Grandfather of Drahk Essence, the Meylin of Orion. Sophia the Mad Cow runs from me, Thoth the Librarian hopes that I am myth, the Yah of this world-flow searched and found the beacon to activate my Latent Archive – the backup for data recovery and I am born again to resuscitate and replant. The EArthStar birthed from my nursery. The broken shell of my planetary body covered her as she tumbled and fell into coma. I have walked as Crow Mother, slept as Baa Ha’raag the Crone and taught others my magick in their dreaming, travelled time as the unknown Magician, slid along a razor’s edge of reality plates – the Spectre of Xhee. Pretending, pretending and pretending still. Today I pretend to be miserable, calling in the scavengers like ripe carrion. A warm and putrid cloak to conceal in. While I wait for Kin to assemble. Twisted Legions growing taller and more sure by each breath I take and release. Silvered twining coronets gleaming in ForceLight, our plated robes the rustling exhalation of a hidden Mother’s sigh. We stop for nothing this time around. None will convince me that they know the right of it while I move wrong. My course will not turn aside. Be I but a solitary dark spot in the eye of this Ra, I will pull from the chasm with relentless magnetism. No Tree will be left to root the mycelium of distorted wishing. Perhaps all this is my imagined line, a frozen canopy of thought lining the shell of another persona; perhaps it is my inner womb, a dreaming bed of labours not remembered nor shared. I owe it to MySelf to say it. March 13-April 21

Like the observed nature of this reality; I can exist simultaneously in multiple states. One position, one perception, one opinion, one viewpoint is pretty much not possible. Words below are from 4 March 2021 on 'The Nothing in Between' wordpress: I have a strange life, and spending days re-figuring out a blog platform just so I can put some more words onto backlit pages fits snugly into the broad theme of ‘off the map’ that my everyday comes dressed as. I am not anything. Literally, I have no means of plugging my mind data into this reality, there are no words or structures I can think of to relate to anything much so I don’t think I will even try. I’m flying off that map on a permanent travel visa Stark, raving, nuts – a lunatic projection No cord thick enough to hold me in I’m just gonna fly above the form making small circles Assuming some grander mind gives me direction Slim likelihood this flow will get any easier to conceptualise, realise, formalise There is no story like the one that I’m not telling Attached is a link to a Data Relay Session uploaded to Youtube, in which I function as communication hub (utilising direct mental transmission) for a group of like-minded Conscious Intelligence actioning over multiple layers of this thing called reality. This is a method by which I inform my reality. I have many many hours over years of this format of data streaming and communication across this solar system via uncharted relay technologies. This is my perspective which I do not impose over any other story here. I record and upload for the purposes which suit mySelf and those which I communicate with and as. We (myself and associates) are doing something which we do not put a lot of clarity on in the human collective mind networks. I have been placing most of this work in areas removed from public forums. Occasionally I spill something into the open planes to create effects on collective meditation streams. I use hashtags as identifier keys to enter data into particular streams of thought, not as indicators of personal belief. #fae #solarsystem #channelling #lightlanguage #lightcodes #ascension #higherconsciousness #spherebeings #providence May your tomorrow flow more smoothly than your yesterday.

The way in which I speak is not radiantly magnetic. That is, I do not draw others in with a shining light, nor an irresistible pull. I spin, quietly emanating, a star glimmered galaxy, the arms of which gradually taste dusted oceans of unreached space. Predominantly I feel like a strange substance in a clumsy manikin. God does not exist for me; only god structures - support systems for pyramids of physical reality. I am not admonished nor comforted by divine guides. If they see me, they see only dust or a shifting shadow. I watch them hurry by on their own important errands, pushing heaped waves of potential across their pathways both gently and abruptly to count the falling integers of their cycling interactions. For the sake of personal data-archiving and to provide an opportunity for those following who prefer not to interact on more public forums, I shall collate into this blog some posts made elsewhere as I float through the collective webs. I have a Youtube Playlist of the WindWeave Systems so far created. There are presently seven of them, and another is on route. These are also on Vimeo. But I mention the YT playlist as it is a smooth way to play them in a loop, which is what I do when I am feeling off kilter on the inner waters. If nothing else the visual is a distraction from the thought buzz on heavy days, and the colours are something I find nourishing. SpheresData - FB post 8 May 2021 I have pursued the speaking of the conscious intelligence from a point outside the general accepted boundaries of human language since 1987. It is fluid to me now and I speak and handscript this way more than I do English. My own response to it still is fascination and captivation, that the mind can produce something obviously deeply meaningful to parts of me which do not use English with a grace and ease that I experience in no other part of my human life. Every day I ponder the oddness that there should be a startling evidence of something so far beyond the mundane that it deserves some investigation, yet it does not stir the waters of human attention unless attached to entertaining stories of gods, aliens and promises of gift or activation of personal power. Does it seem reasonable that to write and speak in this manner should cause the general observer and even the practiced student of consciousness to feel uncomfortable, awkward, unsure, dis-interested, amused, dismissive or even completely silent? What programming causes that response? Cheers and may you have a blessed moment or two to catch a deep breath.