A week ago there was a blog post forming under this title. The morning after it mysteriously deleted itself. It wasn't forming particularly well I have to say, so deleting is not so much an annoyance as it is a mystifarious strangeness. Possibly, I have no more idea of what I am doing than the blog engine does. I get up, do a day, and let it be as weird as it needs to be. So this post wants to be written, but I have no idea what to put into it. It seems likely I am being pulled to vocalise or present content by anOther's stream nearby which is tugging the course of mine. Sometimes it helps just to say something to let the directive of 'speak your truth' pass through. I am however, becoming progressively selective in what I speak. What is there to be written which has not already been expressed somewhere? And what is there which I would desire to put into the word wind of this world? A little housekeeping may be the simplest option. I have added a page where the audio for Survivors First Aid 2 is available for purchase. I am not placing any free to listen versions of SFA2 online at any time. Whilst SFA 1 occasionally makes a free-listening appearance. The glyph EA tools which were drawn for both SFA1 and SFA2 - I am still looking for the way to present those for use. I offer printed versions, which I will write Spherescript on the back of to calibrate for the one who purchases, and will mail them. The covid-19 pandemic has affected international mail significantly. Digital downloads are the faster, cheaper option, but the energy of that is not yet settled with me. Other than that; aether activity is totally wild right now. Multiple TimeFlows are travelling together and beginning to sync; new creation streams are past the point of inertia and gathering momentum and stability of waveforms. A Solar System sized machine is powering up and we are underway! It is a unique time to be living out a human life.

What is 'Life Purpose' ? Why is it such a much used term in the new age|ascension|spirituality framework for life experience? Do you need one? I have a divergent view of most terms used in popular spirituality. I am going to lay out the understanding that I have of this particular term, my perception of it, how it functions from my viewpoint as one who focuses on the human life as a manifestation of etheric architecture. A life purpose is a defining program. It is a directive given before a soul/personality complex incarnates. It is an order, a command of inclusions and exclusions, it is a mission, a reason for coming to a difficult landscape, an incentive to keep breathing each day until the directive is fulfilled. It is a permission for inhabiting human bio-tech with your point of conscious awareness. It is a point of focus, to direct your mind box on where to go and what experiences to cultivate so you bring back the desired data to the one who gave the directive.

Rarely can I pass a day without wondering why my present experience, from the point of view of a consciousness attached to a human body form, is so unconventional. If I were to give a reason for why I need to wonder at it at all, it would be because of the underlying directive to have a framework on which to present my outflow.

I had a little look through a facebook window into the slightly wider world of the 'higher consciousness' movers and groovers - and thought holy f@%k what did I walk into and walked quickly back to my own space. I'm just gonna stay here in my own garden and work away on the task sheet I get handed each sleep cycle - which presently is about 4 1/2 hours out of 24. Anyone else not doing much of that sleep thing? I lay down, and kind of zone out but not so much sleep is happening really.

What does it mean to 'Be Human'? What are the spiritual people referencing when they speak of their divine rights as humans, their divine sovereignty as human beings, their mission to be wayshowers to the human race and rise up into the new world of something? How are they starseeds from other places, eternal points of spirit having an experience, souls from other planets, and yet also divinely Human with a right to freedom of development as a divinely created species? (starseed: a point of conscious material foreign to the planet, having arrived from another apparent star position, and in-housing within a human body form for the purpose of having a life experience on EArth). Those saying they are here to assist humanity in its evolution. What are you assisting? Why? Who or what directed you to do it? Which Human are you assisting? The imposed composite? Or the body form as an autonomous creation? What is your point of contact for the earth core awareness? Do you even ask these questions? How often do you scan the base code and authenticity of your feeling states? I cannot resolve the apparent disconnect of this information. The purpose of writing this post is not to present a fixed opinion, but to express the internal debate and anomalous data in-points creating strident discord on my outer shell; to formulate a stance of conditions for inclusion and exclusion within my own mind matrix, to clarify the view of this in my field of perception. Are you the body or are you the imposed and controlling consciousness within it? Freedom for Human would be the removal of the hosted soul wouldn't it? I cannot now nor ever 'be human'. I am a conscious intelligence foreign to this world, working in co-operative agreement of locomotion within a human body form. I am not human, my body is human. When a soul or point of CI (conscious intelligence) incarnates within a dog form, it is not a dog. It's physical housing is a dog form with onboard dog consciousness and pre-programmed dog behaviours. That form is housing a point of consciousness not born to it, but accepted in early development through an enmeshing of morphogenic fields, an overshadowing. At no point does the hosted soul become a dog. The human body is not a miracle. It is sophisticated yet not perfect land-based technology; built to provide interface with a reality matrix - to read the data of the landscape and provide sensation and lucid experience of a level commensurate with the soul personage perception base. How can a soul 'be human' and simultaneously admit that it is transient to the planet? How can this be 'your planet'? The planet belongs to the planet; you are a visitor. I have met one person so far whom I would call EArthborn - a soul consciously born of this planet's Core CI. This person could say that they are of this planet, but they do not call themselves human, they recognize that their housing within the human body is a temporary imposition. The interaction between overshadowing soul point and physical form upon a planetoid should be fluid, a graceful 'coming in and going out'. The fixed adhesion of soul within form, as is the case with the Human, is not a design of 'free-will'. That the form can only be released if it dies - how is this freedom?? The body is enslaved to the soul until the moment it dies. It can have a cruel master or a kind master, but it does not get the choice. This is not a free-will process, it is a disregard of the basic consciousness of the human body matrix. If the soul personages housed within human bodies where indeed natural to this planet, they would not be so destructive of its natural environment. If modern human were native it would be a part of the harmonious ecology, with a totem spirit placed within the spirit weavings of the planet itself. Go looking through the rivers of the totem spirits of this planet. Do you see one for human? No? Is it not so that humans borrow the totems of animals to give them a sense of belonging and anchorage to the land, water and sky? Why does the human form not have a totem spirit design? Could the designers of the human body form not access the Totem Spirit Flows? Whilst not included in the totem designs, the human body form cannot attain ecological synergy with the planetary environment. What would the humanoid natural to this planetoid look like if the Core Consciousness had been permitted to design it herself? How can a human composite truly care for the other forms of its environment - mineral, plant, animal - if it cares so little for the autonomy of its own form, with the soul personage taking dictatorial ownership of the form rather than functioning in actual co-operative synergy through base braiding agreement? The outlay of creative action placing planetary core spirit into form cannot now be erased, not without impinging upon the FreeWill directive operational within this reality construct. Each human body has a designated point of freewill, to erase the form is to erase the inherent autonomous consciousness. A re-design agreement must therefore be enacted. The design must proceed from within the Planetary Core Consciousness, and not be from implanted architecture blueprints. Such incursion is no longer accepted and has been illegal since before it was first implemented. For me, the present planetary conscious personage is named Goiya, being preceded by Gia, Gaia, and EA (who was before the Tumble). Goiya has autonomously designed architecture for the ongoing format of the human composite, with appropriate sovereignty bridging written into the base braiding codes enabling the human body CI to activate greater levels of communication, feedback, self-system maintenance, and life interaction preferences. Request for inclusion into the Goiya blueprint outlay is suggested for all beings acknowledging of their placement in partnership with the planetary consciousness.

Suggestions for more fully integrating the greater self? I do have a few, mostly related to the use of my Etheric Architecture tools, seeing as that is most relevant to me. I recommend continued listening to Survivors First Aid 1 , and if you have it - Survivors First Aid 2 (relating to brain reconfiguring). Both of these series of audio and CI Sigils were designed for the specific service of increasing the connectivity to, and integration with, the Bigger Self/Selves incoming. An element of patience is required overall. The greater/bigger/higher selves people have come to view as omnipotent, omniscient, put together all well and in the know, are only more put together than the human mind, but are not all-powerful gods. The etheric structures required for cohesive integration are still coming online and in test signal phases in most cases. We are also not yet in an area of space/time conducive to smoothly capacitated communication through the many Spheres - can't ride the horse before it arrives. Aside from using the tools I create, or whatever other tool draws your attention, I recommend calling your greater self to attention. These complex CI actually need assistance to focus their considerable bulk of mind into a pinpoint of living breath as minute as a human brain/body complex which is a speck in a dusty room the size of at least a multi-galactic spiral. So call that 'higher self' in; remind them that they have appointments with you here, that you require support and attention; give them something to aim at. I rarely have much to impart on the method of things because my personal methods seem barely relevant to most. As I have written elsewhere, those who follow anything I produce are of a format of understanding that will ensure they have their own very well-developed practices as individual as a snowflake would be. These Beings are sailing fabulously unconventional vessels on the Rim of this place of Stories, missing out on being supported by the generally scripted stages of play. My own practice involves regular basic movement, constant speaking and listening to sound symbol communications ( light language if that's your preferred moniker), writing out the symbols and processing, processing, processing all the many thoughts and feelings that come by looking for data space. For those who have Spherescript tools, aside from the usual interactions, try tracing the forms - either with a finger, or a bit of translucent paper and a pen. See how that works for you as your physical body imprints through action the forms of the Symbols. Some may notice I have increased prices a little for offerings in the Etsy Shop and the Audio EA sessions. Energy/data streams are moving and altering and the price change is to maintain balance in the exchange with anOther as my workload increases. These prices are very very reasonable for the outlay of energy I give to build and repair the EA in focus. All audio sessions include ongoing support of the work in progress. I do not charge much for reasons including the Kind of the Beings who are sent to work with me, and in these exchanges understand that your CI is contributing to the commission of work through provision of various forms and packets of data or other ongoing etheric work you are completing for the Whole. There are 2 new uploads of EA sound symbol work on the Audio track page since last post. Things changed for me two Sundays ago, the incoming communications altered in frequency, the format of speak has changed a little and we are doing what appears to be time-tunnel stability work, port-forwarding of Sol-Ea System CI, and holding the void spaces in stability as reality points behind us collapse. Humanity is focusing again on that 8-8 portal to Sirius, and the in/out bound traffic chatter is increasing. My people will not be functioning data through the Sirius connection ports at this anniversary, but have contracted with an Andro-m ē dian tech group who will be holding a stable port for us via alternate routes. And so it is - seemingly ;)

Franchised emotions. Braided overlays of buttered dreams. Heavy with the lard of grain fed memories. Follow the title, it explains the direction if not the reason and will cover when all else recedes. Falling shy of opening equations is less a point of damage than creating un-allocated endings. We tumble through posts, accessing via accords of Elder agreement. There was no way forming here, yet now we have a path of pointed direction. And who will know it? Logic is for smaller boxes, playing with stark geometry. We fly in liquid taste seams, experiencing through flurried curtains - a borrowed meter marking off checkerboard squares with absent attention. Happiness forms the boundary for dimmer vision; a water-fat membrane providing solidity in the voided nothing. I fascinate upon the process of living, wondering at its terminal nature and pretentious veil. What value remains in suffering when the lesson reaches no conclusions? The tapestry is changed, and the tale woven a new ending. We wait for the script, tapping tunes with cold fingertips on ancient armrests. This is the sallying point.

Letting all go, the realization materializes. Words fall into pieces. Watching lone stars fade through layers. We have the world to see. Distraction is contained like diamond clusters, floating as dust on water. What was the point, begun too long ago to glance upon with simple eyes? Do we have the sun? Or is it gathered by tainted patterns, shredding as the clock pendulum swings across time? We have the ocean gliding, forward into cavities hollowed by imploding minds. All else dissipates, a warble of faint breath on glossy silk. I have the imperfect pearl. Roundly oblique, its ellipse stumbles less drunkenly than before we began this pretty dance, with dainty steps and wind-wept cloth forming the shape of air. Melted colours, the blue snow pink of a wintered sunrise, like weathered moons seem conscious for a moment, yet fall again into silent pools. We have the instant on an end of breath and before the drawing in of new words. This day is come, and we are glad for it. An ending. A new Turn.

Todays' audio release - The Forming Voids. I aim to do life as quietly as is possible, avoiding the conflict opportunities and staying out of the energy-fishing games. When I feel inclined I record some sound symbol conversation, or EA work session, and share. Here's a video version of The Forming Voids ~

Peach strawberry candy-sweet marshmallow, bobbing on apple green Velvet-skirted fairy dance, 'oft scented yet never seen. Clear glass breezes flashing sunlight, make a giggled infant run Up and down on unseen pillows, bouncing yellow quiet fun. Cicada tempo marks the cadence of your short-lived whirling spin, Through shades of fruits all juicy-full of perfume-laden grins. Satined strokes of secret glory fall; some fly away, some harden And lie in softly misting hues, at the bottom of the garden. Sherri-Lee Lavender 2020

Am having an extended 'ET phone home' moment. Want to be at Home, not really knowing what or where that is, other than not physically where I am right now experiencing existence from the point of perception of an anchored mind. I could go read a book, and will in a short while. Yes, I am actually reading a thing with beginning, middle and end, and many pages in between. And my brain has not yet oozed out my eyes. Progress. My previous post ' The Love Ocean ', was in part precipitated by a recent experience in a forum of people working on their ascension credits. It got rough, and I thought I had just said something pretty mild, yet the responding dialogue was bizarre in its aggressive presumption. This wtf exchange coincides with a shark pit of social media stupidity I have been watching within what is being called the UFOlogy subculture. I went diving into it because the debates and pious opinions have been making a clanging din on the etherwebs, which makes subtle energy work so much more labour intensive for the large mind incoming. Overall, I am working hard to find sustainable ways to not be drawn into theses dumb-arse conflict scenarios. I suspect that many 'woke' folk have no idea how much humanity shares a mind. Joy. The minds capable of holding conversation where someone doesn't start tossing shade on other's 'ascension status' or their 'positive pathway ladder position' appear to be in hiding; hunkered down in their homes avoiding 'awokeness' pageants like a man-made plague. In the personality image which presently writes, I keep hailing any passing spheres, asking if they're headed out of the local solar cluster, and can I tag along? But so far they all look as dazed as anyone else. I guess we really are committed to the long haul. I was listening to Missy Elliot, Brandy and Teyana Taylor and wishing I'd taken a bigger chunk out of life. Wish I'd been more vivacious, less awkward; more fluid, less 80's robot. From the perspective of this feeling, I view that I have spent my days recording knowledge useless to anyone but possibly me, doing astral work I barely understand and questioning the pathway, as I do frequently - it's a part of the process. So hence around I come to the desire to phone Home and maybe order up a teleport. Bell-bottom corduroy flares may be what I need right now, in bottle green with paisley on the reverse side. Now that's a technological marvel, reversible pants, options. Fark, I've been trying so hard to figure my life out that I have neglected to keep a pair of flared pants in my wardrobe for the past 42 years. I am starting to listen back through my hundreds of recorded audio sessions. Might take me a while. Feels as though I require to remind myself of something by looking behind me. I spend so much energy of focus pushing forward. There is encouragement to be received from the me of 2015, before 5 years of tossing through tumultuous mind flows. Seeing the streams of continuity in what I have been saying for myself over years is also of benefit. The USA is presently looking very like what I saw it heading for a couple years back, as is Europe. Waiting on the increased land disruptions for the Americas. They still appear to be slated for two probable significant crust moving events. The toxin in that space either comes out via the human emotional eruptions or via the land. People who say they are 'woke' like to keep shoving their shit down into the earth core with the concept that the core consciousness just transmutes that crap into pretty things. In my opinion, this is not a balanced relationship at all. I enjoy the notion that personal responsibility is a universal concept kind of thing. Oooff, what a year so far ay?!

In some 30 whatever years of dialoguing, I have expressed a persistent dissatisfaction with the configuration of behaviours and attitudes which is here in this world labelled as Love. This thing which has been presented to me again and again as Love is not anything like the understanding which I have in my innermost knowing place as a beingness of Love. The dichotomy of description for this word Love has brought me no small amount of pain; through confusion, inappropriate assignment of trust and imbalanced commitments of physical/emotional/mental resource. In the world which I come from, Love is not an emotion, it is not a behaviour, it is not a sensation; although all these things can be shaped by the nature of what Love is. In the world of my greater comfort, Love is. It is . Love in this 3D world is a corrupted word used to vaguely label that emanation which is in my actuality the forming ray of Everything. Without this emanation there is not able to be anything in a universe. Love is a Strength, it forms Powers, it is the conscious breath on which all fibres of the Tapestry of this reality are forming and being. Love is the emanation of that which creates and nurtures All. It is the Stuff, the foundational form building Everything. In my world paradigm, it is not gift giving, it is not acts of service, it is not kind words, it is not etiquette, hugs, sex, smiles, saving the world or any other task or act which humans call forms of altruism or caring. Love is not a sense of resonance, not a feeling of safety, not a compass point for good to bad. Love Is. Without it you do not Is; you do not have the opportunity to play, to experiment with emotion, to be wicked, to be kind, to find conscious awareness, to kill, to bring life, to hate, to enjoy - none of it. Love is. It is understanding. Love understands Everything, because it Is everything. When a point of conscious intelligence comes to know what Love is, it Understands everything around it, and no longer has a Veil to see itself as separate from anything else. This is where I live. I live in this ocean of Everything, being Nothing. Every day is a repeating process to accept that I am not in my own world. I am not in the place which I built where there is a seat for Understanding at every table, where everything sings a wondrous symphony without thought for the next note, just beautiful streaming patterns, interlacing with astonishing Grace. I am not in the place where individuated consciousness has neither need nor desire to argue points because they are able to Know one another. For sure, I feel as though I have exhausted present viable options for interaction and wonder what to do with the remainder of my stay here. Enjoyment of projects and activities, enough to warrant engaging in such, requires investment in the outcomes. My sense of investment has waned to almost non-functioning. Each moment brings more points of dissipation for these manufactured human, and humanoid template, streams which I could place under the heading of ambition. Even the desire to live a peace-filled blissed life is an ambition. To strive to be productive is an ambition. To yearn to be well and active is an ambition. To find fulfilment is an ambition. I am going around in circles here. Time slips like sand on a windy beach. I do the etheric work, watch it merge into the background noise of this world, and wonder what comes of it all.