And the way I didn't go. That you will gain anything from reading my words is not within my expectation to guarantee. I do not have the heartwarming tones of picturesque landscapes to lead you through, not the comfort of a yarn-wrapped village home, not the consciousness developing exhilaration of tromping foreign soil, not the silken embrace of past authors to lend me the education of their prose. I have the island volcano of my life, the hermitage of a socially avoidant housewife on a spiritual odyssey, the pithy toolkit of one who speaks largely with Themselves, the weariness of a pretend human who has accepted the limitations of their acting skills. I love to draw pictures with words yet cycle through an un-captivating rolodex of potential subjects, over-thinking their relevance, settling on none. This is largely due to an innate knowing that the subjects are not mine, they are a collection of things I have seen people talk about, what I have gleaned to be supposedly important to anyone in this world trained to expect to live successfully, happily; entertained and entertaining. So my fingers have been let loose on the keyboard to pick their own topic, one I usually reject as being too me-specific to be of use to anyone else. But if I don’t tell my own story, why am I here? If pressed to sum up the course of my life I would say that I have sought to not play the game. I took the route away from social expectation, away from achievement, away from material gain, the acquisition of useful facts, the standardised behaviours of assigned roles, conformity to what Julian Summerhayes calls the ‘dominant narrative’. I finished high school as tied Dux of the year; spent a year abroad (both beautiful and torturous) ; went to secretarial college (I could not settle on a University degree, limited as the courses were in our town and an expensive undertaking; being quickly employable was the greater need) and finished that year as Dux of the college. I was scooped up by a local Accounting firm, hated every other moment of it (a conservative estimate of my dislike) , did not get the promised support to attend Uni (as I became pregnant, having married just after getting that Dux - far too damn early and something I recommend to no-one, especially my children) and was sidelined. Pregnant employees didn’t get much favour in a firm where all partners and accountants were men, and all secretarial/typing pool staff were women. I left to have the baby (an extremely difficult labour, birth and post partum experience) and resigned. Life from then onward was the Household Story; the rollercoaster of relationships, child raising, divorce, single-parenthood, budgeting to squeeze rent, food and other necessities from an extremely limited income, tussling over broken emotions and child maintenance payments. Then remarrying, more relationship training, more budgeting, more child raising, more solo-parenting (military spouses can deploy for extended periods) . Amongst it all was the affliction of believing that I was supposed to be doing more, being more, achieving more, learning more, exercising more, surviving better, achieving excellence as I did in school and living up to all that potential now subsumed by the busy-ness of laundry, child-caring, school runs, lawnmowing, cleaning bathrooms, floors and toilets, meal prep, doing all I could to improve the health of a chronically ill child, being the socially avoidant mother who made herself host birthday parties and play all the expected roles of a contributing member of society. For almost a decade of this I powered through with insomnia, getting little more than 4 hours of broken sleep per day. I rushed into life because that was the expected pathway and each day Life found unpredictable ways to kick my arse. Then in 2009 my world became strange. Through all my days I have been spiritually switched on. The knowing that there exists a realm of beings and an ethereal experience beyond the human physical has been with me always. I note it most from the age of 4-5 years. I thought the Christian god was who I was looking for and became ensconced in that belief pathway for longer than was spiritually healthy. The fascination took me all through my teens and into my 30’s. Hindsight says that the anchoring of a book which people more educated than I affirmed to be a true account of an all-powerful being who apparently would move heaven and earth to assist me was what helped me get through those years of struggling to play my roles. Many may think these roles are nothing to be struggling over, but my hindsight also says that it is firmly within the realm of possibility that I am undiagnosed neuro-divergent. Masking for decades to ‘be normal’, to regulate your nervous system, successfully communicate whilst your environment keeps changing around you in dramatic ways, being the anchor for a household reliant on you being able to get all the tasks done, will mess you up. It takes a large toll on the nervous and autoimmune systems. I never sought medical or psychological aid, that’s a part of the anxiety dysfunction and probably my nature. I thought I was doing just fine, soldiering on like a ‘good girl’. Then in 2009 the Spiritual Presence which I had been searching for, and actively inviting to come find me over the previous 30+ years, did exactly that. This is where my story may tromp too happily into the realm of ‘woo-woo’ for some of you. Now would be a good exit point if you are such a one whose ‘good sense’ is the dominant captain of your perception filters. This Presence came in a dense cloud - not a quiet inner whisper to tickle the conscience. Subtle encouragement is what It had been doing for years until time ran out for that approach. Living on the crust of a large squishy ball speeding through the cosmos brought me to the pre-designated point of our meeting and our spheres collided. It laid me flat and It had a lot to impart. But I rush to say that this was not a consciousness separate from me, a distant ruling god or any such entity. It was Me. What I had been calling for all these decades was that larger conglomerate of my own Being, my own conscious intelligence, the ‘higher self’ (not in a way so many have now made into a pseudo-spiritual term for trendy weekend retreats) . Is it ‘higher’? Only in terms of higher states of coherence, but it is not something physically above in the untouchable heavens. More like being farther off in larger geometries of the patterns of reality ‘beyond’ or ‘outside’ of this one (which could be considered a small simple shape nestled like the infant of a matryoshka doll within Great Great Grandparents of Conscious thought shaping all we sense) . In that year, beyond any sense of uncertainty, my life departed the route of normal Western culture expectation, taking a trajectory I doubt too many bother to go searching for. If by accident they do find it, they pass quickly on by lest they be pulled into strange waters and called ‘woo-woo’ by well-meaning but spiritually inexperienced minds (which themselves do not wish to risk the loss of their reputation for being sensible and scientifically supported in their conclusions about immeasurable qualities of reality) . Now seems like a suitable moment to share that a connection with the Larger Self is not a bliss experience. The bliss or Nirvana state (as used in Western conversation) , where suffering and ego is supposedly extinguished, is a nicely distracting plateau, a medication for the suffering mind. Journeying past the trials of the ego, dis-associatively accepting suffering, feeling a blissful state of non-attachment to the idea of separation and duality appears to have become the life apogee of many a seeker. ‘Being in Bliss’ is taken to indicate that you have reached some ultimate enlightenment point, which must therefore mean you have found that thing called ‘oneness’ or a state of unity with the cosmos. That has not been my experience. If you experience a bliss state yet don’t come out the other side to have an understanding of the place of bliss within the cosmic organism, I feel that you still have some ways to swim. That ‘bliss’ can be a motivator, it shouldn’t be a final destination. The greater a person’s burgeoning awareness of All That Is, the higher the likelihood that they will feel the crushing weight of a world in suffering. Bliss will not be able to medicate an aware mind out of that, nor should the one who wants to encapsulate the metamorphosis of an entire plane of consciousness try to be so distracted from the tumultuous waves of that change. If you are connecting with high minded portions of yourself from other geometries of the creation, it may become apparent that they don’t hang around in ‘blissouts’ - not if they are actively engaged in the process of changing paradigms within a plane of reality, or a system of connected planes. I will add that they don’t use English as a first language either. If your Grandparent Self has started talking to you, you will have to spend a considerable portion of your years learning to interpret ideographic shorthand into something maybe a little more relevant to your human life - but it may still not ever be that relevant. It will, however, be transformative. As a note to the reader - yes I did eventually make use of the services of a Clinical Psychologist. Her name was Shelley, she was very friendly. She spent my money telling me about Cognitive Behavioural Therapy, which was nothing new to me. What I gained from her was an assurance that I am not experiencing psychosis and an encouragement to not use alcohol as a coping mechanism - a sound request which I took onboard. Well then, so fun that you made it to this sentence. Thinking briefly enough on my past life with enough depth to write some coherently vague description of it triggered more anxiety/trauma response than I would have anticipated (especially as I had anticipated none). I am thinking now that this may be why I stare at that rolodex and don’t delve into my memory references deep enough to conjure things to write. So what is the way that I didn’t go? The way of normal, the way of good sense, the way with a recorded history and respected elders to direct the journey, the way of conforming to popular beliefs, the way which would have been something able to be talked about in general conversation. Feel free to drop a comment. I may be back with more of this experience chronicling. (Published previously on Substack )

Those cyclical meteorites of expression I will not be saying anything new by saying that my thoughts return like lumps of frigid rock on regular orbits - some long, some short. In the process of departing from ideas of what I should be doing with life, what I should have tried to achieve, what I should be pushing myself to attempt, what I should be trying to appear as, my thoughts settled into a solar system of silent slowly turning meteors which intersect at regular intervals with my slightly more active mind. They speak again then, to clutter up the periphery of my day with their unanswered questions and stubborn objections to how life has progressed. So what do today’s passing celestials say? Why did I leave the Workforce in 1995 and not ever find my way back into it? Why do I have an intellect which could have done many things but chose to do none of them? Why can I not figure out how to enter social interactions and stay there? Why does life feel like watching someone else’s story through a glass page? Why do I have an urge to write and nothing seems worth the energy investment to write about? Why has life been about survival and finding safety rather than enjoying an adventure? These are all me-centric, and why not? I stopped attempting to insert myself into the ‘solve the world’s crises’ questions, my body ran out of adrenalin for that. I don’t think I need the questions identified, they are all past-oriented, all hourglass shaped pins in expired moments and closed life trajectories. I’ve pulled up the strings and yet here they are, still orbiting, not yet slowed and absorbed by the gravity well of my larger self nor set loose to shoot off into less distracting lines of receding frequency. So my next question is what keeps them as a record to remind at scheduled rendezvous that I might have missed something, and that the missing is causing me some kind of life failure or misfiring. I don’t believe that I could be anywhere but where I am and that place is not so bad. Why is it inappropriate that I became a ‘home person’, putting all of my attention into caring for children, spouse and house? My husband is military and we once calculated that with deployments and training he was away from the home for more than 8 years of the past 24 (when the children were youngest). All that time I parented and managed the house on my own, in near isolation - no co-workers to help with tasks. It exhausted me. Some people can pull that magic off whilst holding down a career, all power to them, I was not one of them - and beat myself up over it. It is highly likely that I am undiagnosed neuro-divergent, socially avoidant, prone to anxiety over things others don’t think much on at all. Why am I writing this out? Because I want to eject this particular pod of irrelevant ‘whys’. I don’t need them. I’ve done my absolute best. So what if I didn’t also hold down a paying job, get a degree, earn a slew of awards and have well-known people recommending my work to their peers? I haven’t made much money but I’ve saved 100’s of 1000’s of dollars in child care, cleaning, counselling and management bills. The rub for me is that the energy expended in all this caring, raising and maintaining (combined with the outflow of years of solid stress over a situation or two not mentioned) appears to have been the majority of that lifeforce allotted me on a daily and yearly basis. I’ve got nothing left in the tank for anything more than knitting, crochet, the occasional potting of a plant, sporadic poetry, and spurts of verbosity on blogging platforms. Why do folk such as myself expect so much of ourselves over our entire lives and keep on expecting from ourselves even after our mind and body has crumpled in a corner, arms over head, wailing ”no more”!? It takes years to come back from the break moment which we often do not acknowledge as reasonably earned. Even amongst all this expectation we take on the pressure to also be saving the planet from the choices of our predecessors and peers, and handing it unsullied to our children who already see the writing on the wall whilst not feeling equipped to tackle it either. What about you? Do you feel that life has been a dumping surf? A swamping tsunami of un-solidified goals which were not your original idea to begin with? Are you in the recovery phase, shuffling through the detox inflammation of decades of expectation, learning to not feel guilty that you have created a sedate life and are actually totally happy about that? Are you like me, having no plans for tomorrow, thinking that your most pressing task may be to make sure your worldly affairs are in order; that you have sorted your garage-stored boxes to make sure you don’t leave a mess for someone else to think about, that you’ve pre-paid your funeral, written your will, established financial power of attorney, and set up a shared document so your spouse has all your device and online passwords ‘in case’? During a wide-angle assessment of how I feel about life up to now, I realised that I may have been doing my very best to make sure the World didn’t notice that I am still here. And if it does, that it can’t prove that I am what it wants to think that I am. If you read to here and have some thoughts, I’d love to read them in the comments section. (Published previously on Substack )

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A really funny thing has now happened. This entire blog post erased as I selected to open to edit it. This is the second time this has now happened. I don't know what to say about that. Time is erasing behind me perhaps? Because I went through a period of posting same or similar posts to a Wordpress blog, I have a copy of the post which was originally here. I can copy-paste it. This post was written after a period of unpublishing a previous blog, starting again. It was an uncomfortable time. The previous blog is republished and a selection of the posts viewable on the first website. A funny thing happened on the way to silent reconciliation with my own company. I found that the occasional desire to throw words onto a page still existed. Hence the page. And now the words. Not much to say actually. Not in the digitised world anyways. And yet, I am sure that there is something here precipitating this white page and pulsing cursor. Soon I shall be moving house. Leaving this state called Queensland, moving farther south than I have lived in decades. I savour the feel of it, leaving. I look favourably toward the next place, mostly because it is a move, and because I confidently feel that this move is away from a stagnation and twisting coil of anniversaries filled with ridiculous events. There are things from this year and last which some part of my thought field tells me I wish to speak about, but really I do not think that I do. What is the purpose of it? This cataloguing of fuckery, this public retelling of things I found to be excessively daft, imbalanced, yet boringly predictable? Aged anniversaries of appointments with damaged fields of sound. I met a man who made no sense today. He spoke a lot, used many words to support his opinions and observations, yet never actually stated what those were with a clarity which would have made for him a profitable return on the investment of his time and mind. This man I met used the words of others without reference. That seemed strange as he considers himself a scholar. I wonder again if this world is less reasonable than I first thought? I consider how insane it may be in actuality; how limited in colours of creativity; how repetitively spinning through appointments with broken equations of life probabilities. Relief is what I feel approaching as the day of removals rolls closer. I imagine that new equations with more balanced placement of that equals sign are closer to me now than the horizon.

I don't write much anywhere now because there is nothing to add. My experience with the 'ultra-terrestrial' life remains unchanged. I am no more able to make a human-appealing story out of it now than I was 2, 7, or 15 years ago. Nothing new of note is happening in my life. People prefer to stay on their social platform of choice and I have not the desire to be there myself this week. I have been reading back over my past blog posts and see written then what I think now. Most information that I could think of to write is signposting to content already published. I remain bamboozled by the lived experience that this interaction which has shaped and consumed my life as Sherri-Lee is the dullest thing on the face of this planet. A long slow crochet project has more moments of effervescence than being able to communicate the enigmatic signals and ideographic language of ultra-terrestrial, higher-plane-living civilizations; mostly because it cannot be shared and felt in reflection from another, and it does not lead me to experienced engagement with the physical world. More accurately - when shared, the experience makes so few ripples as to be seeming to have no substance at all. I want to create a book. My brain is so dull from the flat-line of living that I can't think of what to put in it. I'm prodding myself to pull together my past works of script and word to populate some pages and it feels like sucking all the salt out of the ocean with a hand vacuum. Why is my life feeling so bland? Probably because I am totally side-lined, on the bench, off the active register of life; which is possibly good because I have no GAF to engage with others much either. Look, can you see? I am repeating myself here. I don't know how I could make it all any different. I get up off my chair and bounce around on my toes just to feel a bit more actively alive. I think most of you who are still following along with me feel a similarity - yes? My brain and body used to have a voice that told me what they would like to do or what would give them a nice and happy feeling. But they are silent like mountain rock and have been for several years. Lactose free chocolate milk is about it. I'm thirsty. I need water. The living world of my environment does nothing to incorporate me into it and I have no self-bullshit left to cajole myself into trying to be a part of it. I have no lust for the life on offer, and I need to reconcile with that sensation. I have learned to recognize when I am in a closed non-receptive state, obviously. It seems to happen after periods of receiving and receiving data from the exterior world which has no relevance or catalyzing effect on my own experience of living, and so in boredom and dissatisfaction I shove the world out and close my windows, latching those storm shutters securely. I protest the enforced stagnation which I am encouraged to accept as living. I can't take anymore encouragement. I am over being encouraged, because the results of outlaying after being encouraged to do or try something are so minimal I have to employ mental magic to see them. Years ago a prophet spoke over me amidst a vortex of supernatural phenomena saying "Your time is Now! No more waiting. A miracle is being delivered" etc and some more things I don't remember, I was too engrossed in standing upright within the power vortex that was swirling around me. And then I waited. And I outlayed, and I laboured, and I laboured some more, and I did the work and then more work. And I am still wondering what this miracle is. My physical world got smaller and smaller, I had less to do with the external machinations of humanity. Perhaps that is my miracle - to be uninvolved with the dealings of a planetful of lower density places of life. Because I am so past wishing to be encouraged, I find myself not able to write words of encouragement to others. I'm feeling that we could just meet ourselves where we are, not striving to be somewhere more put together. Because I definitely am not - put together that is. Another day is passing, I am watching sunlight leave the clouds, feeling grateful for clouds, confident that tomorrow will be another fractal of today. I feel a need to accept this better. This is going to be my life for a long while yet. It is a day since I wrote the preceding paragraph. The sun has already gone on to the northern hemisphere. This merry-go-round is getting faster and faster. I don't even talk to myself as much lately. I start to speak or think and go 'this is so repetitive and not getting me anywhere different' and stop. And all the while my brain feels fatigued. And it is another two sunsets since I wrote this preceding paragraph. So crazy.

I don't know the contents of the books and have no mentor. How to enter the field of conversation on spiritual things? I am going to pose this on my blog and Threads, completely separate from anything anyone else has said or is saying today, yesterday or even the day before. It is just something I have been thinking about when I think of why I don’t feel inclined to contribute to Threads discussing spiritual practice. I have been thinking about how spiritual Threaders (applicable in any forum) appear to preference knowledge backed up by book learning or gained from book learning and discussions around proper practice of rituals (talking about pagan, wicca, animism or any of those subjects people speak about which I can’t speak to). My spiritual communications and understanding came from direct mental transmission with those in spirit (or those other frequencies of reality humans usually can't see) and from the teachings filtering to my mind from my own remembered and stored knowledge – accessing my own higher spirit let’s call it. I have read some things, gleaned an idea of recorded human practices, but am not able to absorb and apply that information – it does not stay in my working mind. Plus, if I am not able to establish an energetic/spiritual balance or rapport with the person who wrote the book, I just cannot stomach the taste of the words and don’t finish the book. I read more in earlier days of transitioning my corporeal being out of christianity, and I’ve gathered a working internal reference of human practices without dedicatedly studying the details and intense histories. I don’t have the brain-space, the spoons nor the use for the material to expend the energy to gather this information and store it permanently in my mind. It becomes the colour in the background not the working program. Spirit speaks to me and we exchange like in a conversation. I do this without ritual. I get information and images and knowing on how to do what - relating specifically to me. Some times I go looking for other’s written or spoken data to see if things are a shared or common experience. This increases confidence in self-ability to ‘know’. All of my knowing of what can be trusted and what not trusted in terms of spirit communication and understanding came from sources outside of human impartation of accumulated knowledge. I have no mentor except my own greater Conscious Intelligence. What this means is that there are minimal windows for me to add my thoughts to the conversations of others because those speaking have seemed more focused on proving and supporting their understandings according to known practices and are especially focused right now on supporting what is termed indigenous and fighting what is called colonialism. It is important for this era’s humans in their spiritual journey to have these conversations. They are not conversations on my path to have. I cannot speak to them. My own human heritage is 25% Irish, 12% Scottish, some Welsh and a bunch of British, with spatterings of Silesian German, Hungarian, Russian, Ashkenazi Jew, Oceania, Laos and things unknown. I have no clan and no human ancestor allegiance. I am trying to figure out how to be human and for the most part it is a confusing puddle of argument and agreement seemingly arbitrarily assigned, functioning on hidden clauses and imprinted beliefs. When I see ‘you’ I see your spirit self, your spirit teams, the earthy ‘heaven’ they are residing within, their level of connection to lower or higher astral planes, their star affiliations, their spirit consortium associations, the belief story they are operating within. In all that I try to figure how to interact with your human mind data and how it is relevant to you on that day. I ran out of cutlery for it. I believe that there are so many more conversations to be had which remain in unspoken swirls because others like me cannot find the place to have an exchange not tethered by human inherited knowledge.

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. Does every soul/personality presently incarnate have a life purpose? No. Why not? Because not every soul/personality complex is part of a mind or mind group giving such directives for data collection. Some are free-wheeling it, running without an etheric corporate body, using borrowed bio-tech or something found on the side of the commerce stream; or more fun yet, got dragged in by the sucking vortex of this region and pressed into the belief that they are a part of something grand and have a life purpose of vital importance to serve the one creator. Did you have a sense of a life purpose but then it dissipated? Possibly because when your soul/personality complex incarnated you were part of an operative etheric mind complex/corporate, which has since dissolved as cosmic funnery of epic proportions revolutionises the astral planes around this planetoid, leaving you in a void of 'higher guidance'. The group mind driving your purpose, for which you were here collecting data is no longer operative and sending ping signals to trigger you to do your job. Did you have a firm life purpose but then it shifted radically? You have had a change of leadership in your mind corporate, a change of company directive and policy you could say. Your data collection directive was re-assigned. What should you do if you cannot hear what your heart says you want, cannot hear the life purpose voice, cannot recall what you were supposed to be doing, generally feel cast adrift, confused, and fed up? NOthing. Rest. Do whatever you can within your means to de-stress, de-clutter, put your mind into soft standby, rest your eyes on colours you enjoy, be kind to yourself and Others, deal with any thoughts of not being worthy enough to have or to identify a life purpose. Accept that you are alive because you are alive, and that whatever may have put you here or left you here and accidentally forgot about you, is getting organised to come pick you up. What happens if you do not have an active life purpose and keep transmitting that you are searching for one? Some being or etheric corporate in the astral will hear your signal and come give you one, a life purpose that is. And then you will be running code for someone|thing who wants the data processing capability of your human brain to aid it in its development and commerce of meditative thought manifestation. They will of course offer you an agreement, an exchange for this work. You can get emotional support, a sense of belonging, a sense of being protected, possible abundance flow algorithms to use, attention of the focus of others, power to emanate over larger bandwidths of the human mind matrix, a relationship experience, information dumped in the back of your brain, plus many more imaginative perks. My advice regarding the seeking and identifying of a life purpose. Just settle your giblets, focus rather on forming steady communication with your heart centre, become the clarifying ocean of your own life, make the emanation of kindness (to self and then others) one of your main life pursuits. Do you have little food? Possibly. Are you in shitty living conditions? Very likely. Are you stuck for opportunities and keep landing in nasty relationship situations? Yep and probably yep. This is not a fun resort anymore. This place is hard core. And it is a mess. You have not failed because you cannot identify and run a life purpose program. Can you write your own life purpose directive? Abso-freaking-lutely. Does it have to be grand, planet altering, divinely inspired or approved? Hell no! It can be as simple as sitting on your front porch|step|driveway, and watching leaves fall, or wind blow rubbish down the street. You can exercise some of that other well used spirituality term Free-will, and tomorrow you can write a different life purpose, who is going to stop you?

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. Can this work be pitched at the New Age mindset, is it contemporary art, is it philosophical, metaphysical, part of an earth shift, a new paradigm, an evolution, a revolution, should it be shared or kept secret? I am looking for the scaffolding on which to build my experience, and find none that suit the supposed desired purpose. But this may only be due to the point that I am persistently forcing a purpose that is not necessary. For instance, sharing to be received, or sharing to be understanding, or sharing to be included in a larger pattern called the human experience. I am not creating a human experience, nor living inside the provided script of one. Where to now then? Today's emanation is 'Colour Tonic for the Fractured Thought'. The glyphs are a drawing from January 2018 titled 'The Catastrophic Interruption of a First Thought'. The background image is a photograph I took of a rose in full bloom, and then shifted the colours and light frequencies of.

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. On a side note, so many people think that they 'are the only one' doing this or that, they are the leader of the pack, the only master of whatever leading all humanity into the next phase. I don't believe that of myself, just clarifying that for funzies. I am the master and leader of my OWN SPHERE OF REALITY sure. Aren't we all? I assist a whole bunch of other sphere families in here doing a thing, and we may or may not be co-ordinating with a bunch of other people doing their thing. In the end, the objective is to get this planet and the solar cluster as a whole into a better place for evolutionary development, re-create a dead universe, and not perish in the process - again. Personally, I seem to only have come here at all because the planet core (which I am somewhat fond of) kept screaming, and all the little souls/sols kept screaming over and over without ceasing in terrible torment and suffering; because this place is a mess. It's a shocking sound. I was actually out there somewhere having a long sleep in a large still place and couldn't ignore the screaming anymore. I rather look forward to some day going back to that long sleep. Isn't this life we're having really weird? I mean really really really weird, even for weird it is weird. Does anyone really think that a galactic group of higher minds would design this - on purpose? Introducing a new work entitled 'Wind Medicine as Worlds Collide'. It is a composite of glyphs and photograph from May 2016-Aug2020. Stare at it for a while (like be groovily meditative) and see how you feel. Additionally ~ there has been some notice of my change of name from 'Lavender' to 'Lavender-Green'. I have been married for many years. My family name is Lavender, my husband's family name is Green. Previously I have chosen to use my family name only, now I am in a period of joining the two in my online experience. I like to experiment with frequency and colour.

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-mēdian tech group who will be holding a stable port for us via alternate routes. And so it is - seemingly ;)