Thank you for taking the time to do thatI will go a trancing once more. dunno if its a good idea on an empty stomach but here goes.
then there was a vision of a girl in a station and she was blanket covered in a morning glad and that glade was a fraction of sorts that moved along the road of energies. and energies for you are at the moment in distillation, like a burning spark that was halted by some kind of station of unrest. for an unrest there was within thy confines and it made its way into your heart as a bottled fury upon thy energies of state and in that state of being there was a sense of stumble. like a hose that was washing away the energies that sprayed upon your being in a sense
it was like you are in need of relaxation here and lots of it, in a sense being the carer of energies carrier of energies that is being placed upon thy self is a responsibility to be in need to distance from. for when you are absorbing peoples in sensitivities to thy ways as you are indeed highly attuned to energies in an outward capacity. then it is when you are able to bring forward moment in motion to your energies that is like a shield that bounced from left to right, bottom to top. like a central vortex that is in enguard aware like a shiver spike to those energies around you towards a more balanced state of being.
for when you are in the situation that you find yourself in there is a sense that you are being drained there a lot more than you are able to maintain of your energies. and when you give away your energies in the way you do you are not only giving away your energies but you are giving away your own authority in being.
and this is a control issue, not for you but for those that are around you are causing you a most functioning state of sorrow, there is a sense that when you bring yourself to the conditional realities that move you and shape you and partake of you there is a feeling here that you would rather have them move through you rather than release them and harmlessly bounce off from thy countenance. and here is the issue that is being, and in that being you are meant to let energies bounce off of you harmlessly without retaining their residues, without doing so thy body resides in a depressing manner for thy anxieties are manifest from a larger scale than the current experiences that are shaping your design.
for indeed when you are able to take the time to release wounding, thy wounding is perhaps a procession of energies that build up like an overflowing damn or rather a clogged up artery. and when an artery clogs up the pressure to move changes. and then there is a sense of harm that befalls you rather than others. stop being a martyr dear, it is unlikely the recourse to movement, for then you are stationing yourself in front of a train rope in hand and placing your own self in front of the tracks. this is needless and pointless, whence you came into this reality to become a creator of thine will, and in that creator aspect of being you are meant to enjoy not the sufferance of others in their daily toil. nor expressed thy sorrows at the hurts and pains and emotions that welt up.
then i would implore you to wake up to yourself more and more in that sense that you are in gravity of your situation as the pull makes you feel obliged to be there as thy energy is resonance in being. it is a difficulty to re frame your point of reference here as it is the only one that has has become apparently known in your waking field as such it is important to take deep restfulness. for when you can be moved by this energy source. then you will be glad to be where you are as training takes shape.
(disruptions happened. the moment left, refocused)
there the energy changed in accordance with thy will, for you are being displaced in a way towards your energy, it is like asking the gatekeeper to awaken and remove the latch from the roost. when you can you can see much farther afield, when you are in disarray in thoughts and mind and heart, thy flutter of flurry changes with energy that is being created. there is a moment here where you can latch on towards your energy of being as the clear liquid shapes that move you in presence. for there is an especially like a torrential downpour at the moment with you. it is made from the fibers of being that have built up in stance of thy self. when you can become more comfortable, rather than the comforter of others, and you receive thy comfort of thy self in expression and tenderness then your energy moves with you in joy.
it is fortunate to be placed in a situation where you are able to affect energies and be seen towards them only when you are able to maintain your own energy without the affected outcomes of those affections towards thy roles that are in place. and in doing so you are able to change the outcome of the draping nature of energy that moves across your field of energy. this is meant that as the energy being that you are you are in terms harboring a pain here and that pain is not releasing. it is a hurt that is escalating in the nature of your role, rather it is coming from a heart center as clearly as the rings that move of toil. its strange, like you have been here before forwardly moment as being.
this would be a energy that wants clearing, you are wanting to be cleared of thy presence of the moment so that your focus would be more joy filled. and in the environment that is being placed before you, it is confining and within that confinement you find a sense of stability that sustains as much a changes your energy towards the moving emotions that lull. these are distractions of sorts that cause you more distress than good, only because you are being attuned to them of your accord, and in that way you are digesting them rather than moving in a reflective way. and this affects your energy as being. it is a harshness of sorts, when you can change this and know thy self in ways that mean treasured divine.
then you are being able to move well and truly as the being you are intended being. it is such that you are forming your will strongest felt and in that yearning sends out energies to become you, and not of you. it is more of a conflict inner that is being played out in your environments surrounds, as your heart reaches for platforms of engagement so does a change happen where there is a point of reflection in its fields. as much as you are sensitive to your surrounds there is another shape that chances to avail itself and it is a deflection of sorts as well. when you can move with your flow freely in a place in a sense where you are able to see with definition your spirit source clarity . then thy dearest of dears there is a knowing here that is moving forwards in ways unexpected. it is strongly felt and you will find your treasure, you will find your design in this way.
you are of strength to be where you are in more ways than thy energy that is being placed before you for your being is such that it sings out towards afar like a signal of signals and this signal is a reception of quantitative expression. and within this expression thy being is being of beings as it move forward in space.
and in that space there is a lot to be made of the ways in which you are following according to the ways of thy ways. and in this way while this was a moment of space. there is a shape here and it is of you being bold, as station of power frees your expression in a way that makes itself felt, not in a subtle or humbled way, but in an abrupt way and it is something that you are wishing for. strangely it is not a way to be neither is it the way of the way s as it stands there is more to it.
when you bring yourself forward in this procession, towards a changing season like a dancer in the rains, when tears fall upon those whose triggers are no longer affecting who you are then you are being made in thine ways whole more oft. in this sense what is being expressed is the swift dance of the soul, it is dancing with your heart, it is you who in spirit is wanting to move, like a flowing escalator lifting your self towards that which your being is intending to be.
it is a shape of shapes here that is of sorts a place of places. and then it is here that i see a an archipelago, islands of islands scattered as far as wide as can be seen. and in each space there is a flat space and a high rise space and an even space. of some sort. i focus on a major island. here a shaman with a mask dances with a shamaness. both their masks firmly planted with wooden fibers, like silken soft. twelve feathers lines the top of their masks. each differently expressed, teal aqua, yellow blue, violet, station dark green, purple red, maroon, golden sun, silver platinum, whiting grey, moon brown, reddish orange morning and crimson azure,
there was a trail here, it was a thousand steps of movement, and in these steps of movement taken eight hours to dance them in unification of harmony, whence energy generates and this energy warmth moves strongest felt across the isle, one after the other, for the archipelagos were of themselves interconnected in ways like a seismic fault line would from rifts of earthen places. and these earthen places stationary moved along the oceanic waters as the sandy beaches lapped up the sands from all manner of beaches as the wind blew them inwards. towards them, the sweaty shamaneers danced with such dedication that neither thought to remove their masks nor to stop their procession towards a symbolic rest of rests.
there was loom, it was being in movement in action, the weaver was skilled in making this fabric shine and in its state there was a pen. it was interrupter, there was like a mores code interruption. the loom weaving changed to mores code, or rather grail signs, that would be felt upon touch. this too changed along the ways as the movements precipitated on station. each station being pleasant of its own accord. there was a lever then, that wanted to be pressed in adjacent to a bunch of other levers that moved and in its wake was movement like gears changing shape along a wall that had many directions to move, it was moving and changing.
a great wall inscribed into the side of a flat plane. so big that the alternatives went afar afield and the gear moved. like a hedgehog might or a mole might make a tunnel. the gear was being guided in shifts in increments back and forth, forth and back, left and right, right and left, and strangely it was continuing to forge ahead in loops here, in directions there, in rests here, and steps there, the movement was integral to the instincts that shaped it. if it was in a cross section and a piece of glass was placed here and to be seen as the ants tunnels and made many a path way within the sands then this was to be shown as the many pathways that became tunneled by the gear, stretching in some ways.
and then i moved towards another place, here there was a stone, it was shaped like an opal, the colour shimmered brightly back and forth hinging upon the lights that covered its design.
then i made my way towards a shore, and the shore was littered with seashells, and clams and weeds, more than this there was a whole host of beached animals here and this was some movement. some dolphins and whales too that were not meant to be here stationed parched. some seals were pushing their way into putting their backs into dropping then back into the wares. then an energy was present that did the work of these present and the whales and dolphins stranded no more went back into the oceans currents. and the seals were happiest of all, for naught the penguins glanced turning their backs upon the scene. the energy laughed aloud as if congratulating the whole situation as a moment of victory. where a sense of pride and lept as the seals danced a wrapped themselves around in moment.
then i was set upon by a procession, a band was playing in the distance, it was a band full of merriment, there was a trombone, a banjo, a harmonica, a drummer, a guitar and more, festivities were certain in the making. as the apple and blueberry pies sat atop the table. the muffins and their chock tip centers were great too as was the many assortments of food stuffs that littered the table with the drinks and the entertainment of the band.
here i saw an ear, it was an ear. then next came a fire and it engulfed the flame, like there were two fires here and a third, and fourth, and fight, sixth, seven,..flames of in their twentieth formed atop a pathway like a circuit each in a doves palm, in hand of migration for there were doves here. there was also a room filled with clothes, more like flooded, it was to be released. it was to be released with a lot of things. but there was something else.
And that's it.
There were many interruptions.
I wonder if you read my HSP thread? If not, then, KUDOS to pulling that out of thin air!
It's accurate in a lot of ways, but some of it seems like stuff that has already passed. My interpretation of stuff is a bit less sad/ somber, but my energy may portray some heaviness/ at the moment regardless. I couldn't translate some of it into plain English. It sounds like I'm not supposed to stop looking ahead to the future and changing. The last part sounds like a really messed up circus.
Really cool ability!!