Wooded steps from My most pleasant-tree, leading to the moonlit glades of my Home. This moment, as with many, not all at all, other moments I journey on, under night-light of Moon. I’m in a different part of my brain map.
My permanent dance partner-M-resides happily with me, by his own choice of partner, me. We both equally enjoy here over there. Here during the reflections and lights of every Sun’s day and each Moon’s night. Changing only the colours and sounds of the stabilising solidity’s residing anywhere, of their own actual choices. There, in one direction, the jetty leads to little boats for accommodating the one’s & two’s of one at a time’s, in temperate conditions. Found atop the freeze of fire lake. Warmed by the underneath’s, a heat which does no harm to the above, indeed adds warmth, that melts no ice atop it. A ‘no through way’. Leading me safely to the other places with their rivers of life. All flow by stream to and happily through or under, my own free flowing waters and will. Atop, alive and tinkling over rocks, carrying the sounds of the music, they and their every faith-filled colour(s) did choose creatively well for.
Waters with our own sounds in symphonies accompanying all colours each our own way’s. And those with our own keys. Earth’s bounties bring me home by melodic sound of sands, souls and Spirit of Energy(s) flowing along Kind Winds of Time. All overlooked energies restored to their most preferred. All cruel fractures and streaks removed and so releasing every repaired soul revealing their true boundaries. From and to source.
I see, sense and think about this, often critically, even scientifically.
When I reach steps end, I am in front of, them where are the pools created by the waters combined root saps of the eternal stepping branches. And there, there it is become the ice rink, my ice rink? A whole and large open iced rink, safe, though unfenced but for shrub, tree branch and leaves. The rink that could and often does, accommodate a lot of people, dancing to music. At first I wasn’t sure whether or not it was someone else’s. Or to share. Unsure too that it be my own. It is so spacious. But now I am sure, I too can invite. One point M and I plus a few souls I was familiar with, joined us for play on ice. I was there a while, enjoying myself. Having frozen the ill-hued blue of avarice and it’s killings, all under the ice that freezes those fires. Warmth ensues above it. Set in order for them not to touch any visitors to my place, including me. I feel safest there.
Sometimes I feel like a visitor myself, it is new, to others also, and I feel, senses of the same something something’s akin to being custodian, related and relative to both this place and all everything in and of it. Overwhelmingly so, very often by the many reveals.
Opposite the lake where the jetty is, past the ice, is land and a bubbling brook of sound with waters flowing gently past such meadows. Where two beautiful winged horses become parents, more than once. Each of those by sound considering the voices within and behind, combined the brooks’ laughter and other harmonious sounds. Enabling me a landing well received there every time.
There…..where the most powerful energies of actual voices … reach by ‘colour-sounds’ energies forming and fluctuating in the Winds of Time. And those making fluctuating energies many becoming solids, from high above the canopy of trees, where I may fly when and wherever I choose to. That by the guidance and secure connected stronghold of those lights, actually found to be Full of my life flow. Solidified and liquifying for sharing. All flowing fluctuations of energy, floating across, beyond and below it’s own. Backwards, forwards indeed any wards’ ways, winged. So encompassing, those gently curving-feather motions that decide when I am in motion and where I am entirely visible.
There the very best, most preferred welcome is found, I choose what to feel about myself and other’s I encounter. Where and because, time to do so is changed to enough. I can skate upon iced over pool for an eternity, and or, any necessary time to process such as all this. Or in calm place of mind, to enjoy the nearby lakes’ warmed waters, via jetty and by the boats to lands beyond. As I’m looking over those shimmering warm waters, I have dove into, or skated-well across the pool with it’s dense, iced calm, and smooth surface.
My skating place, lit from above and warmed by the underneath, winds allowing, sometimes tempest. None worrisome, as solid shelter abounds, allowing sounds like the melodies in colours that they are, to flow well. Any kinds, not all types, of winds over and many under blue, covered now by red & amber sands, and all those colours beneath the water dappled, by either moon or sun and their set bright lights, clouds, breezes and mighty plentiful variations of other emotionally settling sounds, of course by energetic winds permit. That my friends, is a discovery of how they carry me to any destination found in this easily accessible to me, place called mine own brains. Where my minds’ heart and my hearts’ mind dwells in Truths. That as You can imagine, has settled and unsettled branches I may at any given time, have to take off from. Add to that, the beautiful trees on stunning hill views, with birds and many other winged now, animal creatures. The like of similar to, but not of Earth. Sights and sounds combined to create ‘my place’, as it can only be.
Their friendly nature and song, is incredible Company, their language and music understood by all energy sources, solid, fluid and those flowing and or fluctuating with peaceful motions of pleasing notions sounded, perhaps often, and grounded by my own peace. That all unmeasured as yet because clearly, there is plenty more to explore, as is Pure Energy Current Source(s) want.
Where that is and where it leads to, is temperate, every level. I like that it is actually for, from and to me. My actual eternal reality. Yet to be detailed and or, known in every other area and place.
Genuinely welcoming colours, images, manners, sounds and ways, enabling me to explore it with my own identity, no fouls.
It is detailed without devil spell or man-poison, so is enough persuasive energy for, from & to, convince me. Much different choice of differing choice Music, as is here. So plentiful and often pleasantly variable along with silences that have their own sounds.
Many lessons are processed in my place, though often higgle-de-piggle-de, what with all that I find fortunate and interesting, adding contrast to all that finds me in unfortunate circumstances of man’s making.
My Place also finds fortunes of intelligent, often intellectually so, conversation, recreation and relaxation plus, every fibre of me, is being with M. Whose humour, like, love & other passions, I discover align and combine well with my own.
I haven’t yet, experienced or discovered all those senses, but for a few wonder-filled, sights and sounds of Spirit Colour checked and tested well for accuracy.
All my own identity accepted by and connected well with, the place of “No crime at all anywhere” as there is no need of such that there.
Where beings live-in-peaceably established ways of establishing their own places, over more than many differing pages, in My Book of Ages. Colours & Creations with more than sounds perpetually Abounding. Eventuating even more harmonious melodies, I became and do become overwhelmed … of course.
When still, I am shown around much more. The connections are solidity of combined energies & their sights & sounds. All reflections are of the gently ways combined those of solid images and, by the unity of harmonies bring all sound, objecting to the solidity of chaos, which reflects only in refreshing winds of changing times.
Connections of such solidity able to make softly strong, temperate warmth of those actualities. All under the Heavenly gazed energies, the ideal positions of elders. Those with no-favour-no-foul Solid And Yet holding the fluidly of Soul energies by way of Heavenly trees.
Guidance of and for, all things, bouncing shining lights and sounds resounding onto directions and routes known to and by me, if not ‘how that?’ yet, except that the words from “amnesia recovery”…slowly but surely appearing before I even opened my own door to, greetings from & to the majority of my brains, in animated, animating pictures, to feed, and so inspire imagination, combined with that of Spirited images of the connections found easily in there. Superb and so actual and convincing that I for one, believe it’s energetic, solid purity, and I do too believe in that of it’s sender.
P.S. Fluctuation(s) Of My Mind’s eye(s){aye(s} effectively affecting me, by colour+sound with energies+signals carried. Seen & written with encouragement and edit help from A A METATRON-my permanent dance partner & very best friend and YES, actual Soul Mate approved of by, Upper family & close friends.
Including, should they choose from this option, one of many baptised into Christs; Greater Love has No Man Energies. Those newly added to, every day, here on Earth. And among whom many, without my knowing, stood by me, supported me helpfully, as justly as only they can. Such humane people, don’t all worship in buildings. Most worship from their hearts’ minds.
M & I are Our Own String/Strong Current(s) of such love-lit solidity. We are like access, codes & keys, to Our Own Souls, and their original source, apparent to any who see and hear with their Own Good Senses.
Seriously though, Angels with Energy . What a blast(s) of fresh Air(s) And Grace(s). And that for me, the else of it all is, there are also, among other wonders, Horses … many wings allowing their preferences and colourful energies of cheek and hoof.~Ruth-FHPM
Ruth’s Place 