Yes indeed, we are here.
Now we just have to wake up.

the planet is kinda on auto pilot, guided by simple, often nasty, priorities. Its up to us to get up, shift the gears, turn the wheel a bit, and change how the flow happens.

Dreamtime merging with daytime.

The influx of energy will blast our daily experience. we'll probably need to sleep much less, and will have a wide range of feelings we can't even anticipate yet... super high stimuli, lots of dimensinoal awareness, time goes in flourishes... showing us snapshots of what would be if we go this way, or that.... then BAM back to where we 'are' and focus, and breathe.

and create.

once we get the hang of it, It gets a lot easier, and more fun.

Its time to wake up
its time to rise
its time to wake up
and open our eyes

There's the idea, the vision, the dream, and there's the world. Seems simple enough... learn to bring them together.

Then there are the reasons I don't take firmer steps to 'bring myself out'. to hold a concert, and then another one. to schedule a class, and talk it up, and prepare, and focus. to put up my website, and finish the last edits, to polish and surrender. to emphasize the energy work, and pray clearly, and connect with people who get it, and want to do more.

To believe in myself.

Wild swings of success, idealism, awe, and then crashing down into hyper focus on the blocks, like locked vision IN the blind spots, nothing else is real. The vague sense that something else is wrong. I don't know what it is, but that beat was off, that breathe isn't open, I'm not ready yet...

when?

I refuse to be pushed around by tragedy, and yet I am behaving as if my spiritual feet are glued to the floor, and I want someone to burst me into action.

Someone, something, sometime.

What am I waiting for?

I don't want to be in the Roman calendar, I want moon schedule. I don't want to be in a capitalstic structure, I want donations (that are rich enough to give me a great life). I don't want to work into the recording/conert paradigm, I want to flow and live in the trust, to restore the sared to music. This is prayer! I don't want to be a normal author, I want to be a radical underground phenomena...

new new new new new new new.
no no no no no no no no no no no

Im addicted to something I don't even understand. its wrapped around my inspiration, and its woven within refusals to proceed. Surely something is struggling not to die, and in terror, I'm sullen. I'm stuck.

Strike anywhere? Start something and keep going, and MAKe it work? Push? Create the flow?

wait for a dream that gives me a detailed outline of the exact 'perfect' actions ordained by saints and JC, blessed by Briged, and the tree sprites?

I can't decide where to begin. I can't accept a less then amazing view of me. I can't handle the polarization between success and hope and stepping, one at a time, day by day.

I don't want to loose my anonymity, I am terrified to loose my partnership, I'd prefer to be simple and quiet, i'm tired of struggle, I don't want to feel normal, I am subsumed in thoughts that contradict each other, I am I have been these things,

I have fear of exposing my dreams as silly...

I am...

what Am I?

What I choose?

Holding some heavy vibrations as anhors, blaming myself, others, to confuse, hiding from odd, nasty, terrified thoughts that may or may not be all my own... wondering if I can get a prenup on the next phase of life, embodying the contradictions, the poles, and sitting still as they dance.

Not bad I suppose.

So much progress, on to the next steps, never enough, and ignoring... the home, the day, the need to share, the fact that my skills are easily enoughto bless, I just won't be strewn in fame immediately.

I don't want to be famous.

Chaos rules are rather shabby.

I don't want to be lead, I don't want to lead.

Isn't this a great vent?

I think I've been waiting for my soul to catch up.
Its just about here, I can sense the gathering.

Thank you

Love

I once played a Nintendo game called Worms. Before you began the adventure, you had to go through training. the training taught you to use various tools, how to jump, and move, and eventually... magic.

It was a very simple game, and once you got good at the basics, you moved on, into the true adventures.

All Human life as we have known it up till now, has been training.

We haven't even reached the real life yet, the true opening into joy, and excitement, for which this existence has been layed down.

It isn't so much evolutionary, as graduation. We are ready, or ready enough to begin, the real adventures. We have received endless rounds of the possible incarnations of dominance, power centered lives, greed based dreams, heroic extremes... and they have all functioned to motivate us to learn, and to teach us what doesn't work. We've learned the basics of culture on this planet, we've developed beauty and art that are unique to what we are... and we've been seeded with the simple tools of healing art, and energetics that will allow us to ovolve our being into something much more interesting than the bodies we have known..

And with this experience behind us, we can emerge into love. Love we share, love we trust, and love that turns on the color.

its like moving from a world of black and white into one of color. Hue man,  many colored, none better or worse, leaving behind the polarity of the past and allowing oursleves to advance into the joy of a world that has only just begun to yawn, and rub our eyes.

the potential of what is coming has always been with us. It is the latent purpose within our earthly incarnations.

We've been in deep trainings.
Hue man Angels we become.