“Some people will tell you that slow is good – but I’m here to tell you that fast is better. I’ve always believed this, in spite of the trouble it’s caused me. Being shot out of a cannon will always be better than being squeezed out of a tube. That is why God made fast motorcycles, Bubba…”
^ The impression that forms of you is as follows. A radiance of energy emanates from being as central towards that which is your place of sun, in this place literally the world unfolds in sensation. walking amidst realms of dimension you are a lady of many talents, indeed. such is your aspiration that ambition is a trait upon thee of which determination and courage are heights you possess in droves.
For you dwell as a being in earnest of design and as such go forth into the world as a divine feminine fashioned with a hint of lavender greens. there is a solitary quality to you that does become pensive at first as you wade through many articles of clothing towards that which suits you well. in accordance with your style and that is a beautiful quality indeed, for then you are walking proudly mighty amidst the people with the confidence to boost and appropriate your intentions as clearly as the roof tops sing in harmony towards bastions of light. and so it is, you are an astute, a valued member whose social edification brings forth a pleasant comfort and depth that serves you well in your endeavors towards being all that you want to be and then creating manifest your dreams into reality.
It is then when you make of it as you do, do you become satisfied with who you are on the face of it, as a painting, as a scholar, as a muse in scope. take heart for there is energy aplenty and those that experience the Sparrow effect experience a swirl of colours and ambiance, with a touch of enveloping intrigue as you sus out the intentions of those around you in your social visor of knowing. and from then onwards you express yourself in comfort and shade amidst the fun, chatter and laughter in the moment.
As a spirit walker living in the realm of dreams you are a dancer in motion towards the rhythm of your colours as your hips sway in the moon lit sky. you are most comforted by the torch lit noon as you embrace that which is love eternal, and love eternal is that whcih is an expression of self sane reality towards those who entreat you with an uplifted articulation of imagination and mind. a stimulation of interludes in converse intellectualism and emotional spiritualism that enables your fields of vision to expand as much as your thought fields expand. In thought form that is directive in receptivity towards that which is pleasing like summer rain.
the fields flower, the waters dine, the rivers flow, as magnificently as the energy that sparkles with mischief, dalliance, in remembrance of passionate delight at the hands of expression, in rhythmic dance towards beating hearts and escalating minds, there is a moment of instant integration. a core unity of remembrance as the inner flames awaken and emerge towards a sweeping vista of attuned ideas, emotions, patterns, insights and reverberations. such is resonance of entreaty expressed in the now as a positive catalyst towards the horizon. the presenter is the observer is the expressor of which flows an energy of distinction when graced with the right attributes of movement.
and moment is the panacea of life when amplitude bestowed the right kindling, awash goes the boon towards an intriguing mind that gravitates upon this earthen plane. when things are immersed in a polarity outside of yourself then the energy floats effortlessly away from this earthen plan and the dreaming places remember your cries of pain and sorrow as strongly as your tears of joy lest you be any stranger towards tides of your feelings and emotions. For these are your navigational compasses traveling in four directions towards a sustained energy source anchored firmly as firmament allows by the ones you hold dear, resplendently made.
Oh I'm on a strange trip today. lets see one more.
there is a visual field here that treads with caution as the mind reflects energy from a distance. this distance is magnified, albeit treading with a certainty in slumber to parsimony of the kind that your energy brings forth a burning desire to be known intellectually with a purchase of disposition towards that which is achievable. and that which is achievable is accomplished when the right circumstances allow a doorway of opportunity, but an opportunity with a swords edge is in mitigation. and that is the flow of perception outwards as the rise of your person extends afar in a way that is you.
in rational thought space there is a semblance of restraint at the umbrage of condition that greets you upon the waking planes. when the shells reshape, a shuffling makes its way towards a choosing of ways traveled. as a traveler with a hint of repose there is shade amidst the steady folds, the shade comes forth as much as the folds are folding. for when the folds fold, the logical succession, that is the multitasked perception changes towards an open perception of being. and this is often times removed from the emotional capacity as a willingness of which would be more accustomed to a selection of inner valves that fan outward.
the response that is currently afoot is such that you are in quandary yet outside of quandary, and that is different, for it is aspiration, ambition, of a motivational distribution of valves, like pipes redirecting steam, the energy smooths as the curves move. and there is a swath of paths that cater along this plane as the recollection makes itself apparent in time and space. and there it is the energy becomes transient as much as the ground that steps taken are made. and then you are happening to know the self without the distraction that affords purchase in the mundane.
Lest there be stave's of steeled humoured in hilarity at the onslaught of feet, nautical
there a perceptual shift overflows amidst an embroidery of fabric on a mid summer day, the tapestry of soul greeted the hungry efreet of fate, for the efreet was naught but a Kali of death upon those who represented an intrepid path, alas time and change is upon thee. oh those were the days when inalienable truths percolated in thy memory banks of recollection. what was there to recollect amidst the Mediterranean waters of dialect.
after all a place stood, like a fortress eclipsing water supply that harbored a harbinger of doom that favoured the heart, not water flowing, nor rivers directed, but a mercy of harangue placed in contention of passion that sprung forth from the mouth spoken. and the spoken was a a voice unto thee, for thy self is a pertinent shimmer of perchance spirit in waiting, spirit plays, spirit prays, spirit mains, alas spirit roams across the grassy knoll of wonderment as strongly engraved in the length, electric.
crafted thou art in voice, and there the trumpets blaze in anticipation, behold a warrior spirit travels these lands of plenty. and there a spear in hand a lance in the other, devices attached to a softer touch. for within that ferocity a voracity appears laced with fortitude and balance. after all when the energy moves surfaced then innervation, there is an eloquence that is seamless. hahah why else would armour precipitate that which is guarded jealously, fervently, forever vigilant. In humour there is pain, in attrition there is strategy, in being there is candidness.