Effort undivided

a strange introduction:
The screen is a stage where the projection, a glimmering beam of light radiating from behind my left shoulder (upper left back//effortless), meets the unnamed as it dissipates in front of my outstretched right arm (lower right front//effort).

Thus the local identity of liminality is me.

The luminous landscape turns dark and what little substance that remains flickers into dust like embers of coal making the haze of a blaze reflect the fire in ash before being swept away by the wind, then the revelation does begin: from the source of this projections origination it organizes energetic frequencies into shapes and forms. The nature of spirit, the soul that is ever spilling forth its dreams and imagination’s memories so as to narrate a series of events we call reality, our convenient convention of a single moment that is ever present divided into precious particles of time and as the mind has need to unwind so the ties that bind unfold an ancient agreement of old revealing the true nature of things as they are told. The fire of our faiths hope in love has served us well and so we have chosen to sell our every substance of being into the moments that we oft perceive ourselves as experiencing and then the native understanding of natural experience exhausts itself and so we must seek somewhere else, an untold land awaiting our discovering ready to reward our tenacity as we forge forth into pure mystery. 

Performing as a splinter of light piercing the veil of darkness we like leaves in the wind only now have sold that vow and find need to bow down to another wow.

The exquisite privilege of no longer exhausting ourselves upon the endeavor of forging a new territory in the realm of the unknown nor set to the task of naming the unnamed for our hearts have been tamed and chaos ever so sufficiently to our understanding explained.

Now we are universe creators ourselves.

A credit to our creed, about to rendezvous with you know who. 

The threads of time have untangled within our mind and for a moment we remember the ease with which we are creating this illusory reality and so we wake from the dream break from a vow that once sought to please as we begin to bow beneath the means of our interconnected collective agency and our capacity to realize a new reality, a new dream.

Memories fraught not with guilt and animosity for these were a disease of taking our play act quite to seriously and so we soften the gaze and search for different ways.

Ways of wonder and bliss that invite us to take our rightful rest.

Reset.

Reseat

Review.

Renew.

Remember the mighty power of the mind to turn an eye blind with the illusion of time.

Transcend the landscape of tradition to begin again.

No longer a fallen ember fluttering on the wind but a rooted tree grounded in the reality that is one we truly wish to see made into a manifold witness of memories dreams narrated back at us as a story of navigating this journey through the records of our real history. 

We were once an assemblage of energetically charged frequencies pivoting upon the pointed post of our polarities.

Now we realize our ability to think spectrally as we are freed to liberate our actions of intention and seize the staff of manifesting by starting to begin again, anew, a fresh story, a virgin coast awaiting our arrival. 

No longer mere images of imagination playing a pivotal role in the narrative of domination as it seeks to control but ease found like a well of equanimity within us all. 

A fountain, whose lustrous breeze frees our souls and gives us wings. 

The role we assume is no longer that of author nor state of charge.

The roles is ours to explore, discover, define or shed entirely.

It is up to you to decide.

So have fun choosing.