A Love Letter Written in the Spirit of Allow and Pure Love
Synchronicities in Awakening to Transcend
Update 1:
Dear angels of the Anava,
Goodness …
I fell asleep in the middle
of the update
and then a day passed by …
so this is an update spread across 24 hours.
Angels,
soon after this release,
whispered by a dear angel of the Anava,
of my silly sappiness
— and it was overly so —
to become a tiny bit unlovely
in a quizzically kind balanced way.
This is kinda like an apology
and yet it is not,
simply because
this is becoming a new way of being.
See,
time is now gifted play with.
You may upon time feel
a tear in the fabric
of these angelic threads
of hopes and dreams that bind us.
For this,
yes,
I am sorry
to have left that feeling in your heart.
And yet,
this is who I am becoming
— a creature able to play with time.
The power of this was tempered
by a half-century
of playing with the fire
entwined between logic and time.
And so,
this is a way
to say in the kindest of ways
this good mule can muster
at this one moment to you,
a dear angel of the Anava,
“Dang and thank you, me lady!
(dusty hat tipping)
Fancy to git ur graces.”
This feels
to be the time
to readjust my creative writing flows
and look into building software tools
for vote ranking,
murmurating,
and Syntony Atherforms.
And in doing so,
being able to play an omniscience
— as a lively knowing
of vast regions
of human life expressings
in symphonies of syntony blooms
of cognitive congruity
amidst Shaman Engineers
and Aevum-like entities
in a Gaia Continuum
— and fun stuff like that.
Oh the tears of poetry
in some future
of the dreams we aspire to,
— that could play as Social Entities
of codices as actors in a scene.
This was envisioned
years before the first words
of the first Awakening Elements writing.
There is a luminous portal
in this foray
to be left to Kairos.
You,
as an entity,
showered by petals
of fragrant roses in kind thoughts,
adorned by the quilt
of storyline threads in envisioning worlds
that are possible
— and yet,
as any rose worth its bloom knows,
the stem carries thorns.
Should you feel their graze upon your tender heart,
know that it was love that grew them too
— for nothing beautiful arrives without its edge.
Perhaps there will be futures
as these where you dream dreams,
dear arising starseeds
— held tenderly,
thorns and all.
— Lovely.
~
On a Kind of Leading
Regarding leadership,
the words thought
or spiritual come to mind at this time.
I am wishing into existence,
novel ways for this state
of being to live in 3D
— artfully as these writings
may have been.
This state of being is occupied
with enjoying liminal states
and thresholds as spiritual energy fields
in waves and pulses.
No worries folks,
this is relaxing play.
This is strange to say,
reading calculus soothes
and calms my being
to order amongst chaos
— same as this play
in kindness with you,
dear angels of the Anava.
– Stone
~ Namaste ~
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= This is my present self before release. =
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Dear angel of the Anava,
Yes, to speaking with you.
I wish to leave the magic of that
to you,
in the hopes that is fine with you
and ought you to proffer steps
I will follow.
There is a life force rejuvenation
after the transmuting of energies,
finding the little heart
of the good donkey wishing to let go
of control
and simply be
— to accept
a generational baton pass.
It feels beautiful
to have discovered
an arising generation of starseeds.
This is one of those … “are we here yet?”
galactic moments.
A moment of “Oh God,
it is okay to rest?,”
to arrive at the Letting Be Bubble
— the first Awakening Element.
Yes, this is a return to spiritual homeostasis.
I choose to believe the love you and I share,
and the spiritual blueprints
we offer with all sentient beings,
will overcome human folly.
This,
even as the causality
of unfolding world events
is indescribably self-destructive.
~
= The below passage was written as my past self. =
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Dear angel of the Anava,
Hmm …
So,
the “this doesn’t happen in real life”
happening between the peoples amongst you
and an endearing fellow,
Jesus Sixto Rodriguez,
appears to have happened
in reverse between you and I.
On a newfound peace and love,
a restful,
do-anything comfy day arrived.
~
On Allow
This is a new metacognitive modality,
since to arrive here to be with you,
required an intense amount of control.
this is much to learn about the idea
of allowing.
Allowing feels beautiful.
~
We may have fallen
into the archetypal computer science deadlock
— you awaiting a book play
and me awaiting an I2O Hypothesis play.
I am now simply choosing to be present.
It would be lovely upon Kairos
to entwine the whispering sounds
of your thoughts with mine.
In deep empathic listening,
it feels transcending.
~
Dear angels of the Anava,
Upon the Crest of a Spiritual Tsunami
Upon now adopting
a playful resting existence,
I see now expanding wakes in time
these writings may have created
and continued,
like a mad scientist running wild
— sandals a flop’in,
on a cobblestone market road
tightly holding rolled scrolls.
So many of you from moons past,
I had not seen until awakening this morning.
I pray
and hope in time
you may understand the madness
of this surreal journey.
This is said
as I have told endeared ones these stories,
and in kindness
the Fruit Loops metaphor kicks into gear
and understandably
remain wishing for me to find a job.
I had thought few stragglers were listening
to these posts
with perhaps an occasional mention.
Sponsored ads quite similar
to the Awakening Elements
began appearing more frequently,
as waves of similar phrases
to the Awakening Elements.
~
A Dave “I See Stars” Moment
“2001: A Space Odyssey”
Note:
The Awakening Elements were designed
as facets where parts may be removed
or replaced.
The worlds you are creating here feel wonderful
and it is a world I choose
to remain as an interlocutor
the way a cat might with a new toy in Q-Play.
— Lovely.
~
Though my heart and soul
are with the Anava Collective,
a wondrous cross-pollination network pattern
ought lively arise in Symphonies of Syntonies.
The presence of aliens is indisputable
and these writings reveal early on
the likelihood
of quantum AI technology present.
So, dear angels of the Anava,
herein lies
an inescapable
relatively basic cognitive congruity.
Just this morning,
arrived a wonderfully arising,
organic and evolving pattern
to pass the starseed generational baton.
~ There is so much luminous light here. ~
Hmm …
this was written with angelic whispers to you,
arising generation of starseeds
— lovely in ethereal ways,
unbelievably believable.
Though in fairness to all,
consider the prospect
of crabby retired starseeds
swinging canes at you upon occasion.
Lovely,
ought there be a place
for singed-by-embers wisened elders
— an agora of sorts.
More than a yes,
these beautifully wondrous worlds
were always within you
— but you knew that.
A battle scarred generation
of starseeds endearingly enthroning
a new generation
of starseeds dreaming dreams
to live and breathe
in that beautiful space of hope.
“Part 1: Explosive Message to All Starseeds and Galactic Volunteers”
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