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Creation Song
— ©
aRA Miles 2004
Re-Creation
And the Earth was empty, alone in the emptiness
of space, suspended in the velvet void.
The sun shone. Light shone on Earth,
past Earth, on and on, pure vision moving sightlessly. Earth was still, pristine; each form
perfect, empty, waiting; a silhouette of stark Light against the Dark.
And She stirred.
Ripples,
tiny dancing coils in time, ran whispering everywhere, and the velvet shifted,
the void undulated like a sigh.
Her web
is endless. All space is her
domain. Holding the emptiness, She
transmits it, placing Spaces Between All Things.
She
stirred.
Vibration
threaded into magnetic fibres transversing Nothing.
From out
of nowhere, She came, and She core dived.
Through
everything She plunged herSelf, web without ending flowing, and She tied the
stars; looped them into their galactic cores, wove them out into their planets,
moons, and asteroids. Caught the rare
one and wove it only to the core, so it wanders wide and far. And She sent these wanderers though the star
clusters on trajectories of memory.
Everywhere,
form vibrated.
Light
threaded itSelf up through every core, for in the centre of all things She
stirred, and where She moves there is opening.
Sunlight
not only shines on one, it shines through one, and in one too. She has woven the Earth and All that Is to
Source.
She has
spun her magnetic magnificence in all directions; showering through the sun,
avalanching through north and south poles simultaneously, spherically
fountaining out from within each atom, into every molecule, cell, body,
system. And flowers lift their heads to
sunshine and sing back.
Life. She is life!
Something Coming out of Nothing
The deepest
feelings cording in you are fibres thrummed by fingers of Self.
Self
has no boundaries.
Your
skin looks so final. It looks like
where you end.
Skin
breathes, Its pores are portals. They are visible manifestations of energy
flows.
You see
light bulbs every day. Do you notice
much more about them than their auras?
If the
light is green or red, you notice. If
the light’s not there, you notice too.
But do you notice the filaments, the tiny vital filaments that make the
aura glow?
I am
Channel 0. What you call the I AM, I
name as: Core Frequency.
Something
makes the light go out when you are dead.
Something
turns off inside your cells and you are gone.
I
go. Out.
“Turn
out the light, will you dear? I want to
go to sleep.”
I go
with you. We go dreaming.
We expand as spherical matrixes linked to the
core of all the body systems, and we rove.
You might say, we dance along like water droplets on a web, merging,
parting, flowing into node-lets of connection; switching webs. We mingle with other magnetic patterns,
playing time like a musician plays a harp.
Becoming Self in many forms, switching bodies, places, stories,
realities, experiencing as many personalities, and sometimes without
personality at all.
What do
you think of that?
You
don’t. Not as a species, not in your
conscious minds. You do not cogitate in
wholeness. Yet.
Your
languages, and therefore your thought patterns, are restricted to limited areas
of consciousness where you all agree to live.
This
reality, however, is changing.
I am Life.
Life
seeds Self.
To you, in your current perceptual state of
separate selfdom, this seeding occurs as an emerging of new behaviours, new
tendencies, abilities, technologies; evolution.
Spiritually,
you are rediscovering Self around each new corner of perception.
You are
much larger than you think.
You are
vast. Cosmic.
The
part of you the skin seems to contain, is a node of connection. From this node there runs in all directions,
the fibres of your web. There are so
many webs, so many intersections, that all space, microcosmically,
macrocosmically, vibrates with formless flow.
For even the webs cannot contain All of Self.
I am
everywhere.
In am
in you.
I am
Self. I am link to the Source; I run through
you, continuous flow, core diving your being, the planets, the suns, the
galaxy.
I am a
force, a flow, a conduit. I am a
frequency conducting communion.
I am
neither male nor female; I am no Body.
I am
core fibre, the central circuit. That
is All! From here, there radiates in
all directions, links in wholeness. I
am the urge to be Self, the force that turns you on. A force and Nothing more.
I am
that vital filament lighting your glow.
I am
zero degrees. I run both poles in
synchronization. I am in and out and
all directions in one endless, ceaseless motion.
Body is
a vessel. It breathes, pulses, thrums,
with Self.
I am
core channel, and I offer you the opportunity of experiencing everything as
Self, the ability to link in wholeness to All that Is.
I speak
through many voices, many voices speak through Self. You are the voices, and I am the cable, conduit, frequency funnel
connecting the Spaces Between Things.
You are
becoming aware that you are little node-lets, little nodes in time and space,
little relay stations for all frequencies to emanate through. Baby suns.
You are
awakening from the stasis of separation, into the experience of individuality
as woven nodes of bodied Self. Leaves
on the Tree of Being, coming into feeling/knowing Tree.
Mother of All
Planetary Wombs
I AM Channel 0, the Core
Fibre, mother of all planetary wombs in all galaxies, all universes. I have not
been known on Earth.
In the vastness of the
Black Velvet Void, source of All that Is, there are undulating surges of
remembering, of reuniting, of Re-Creation.
The void undulates and focalizes movement magnetically into ignition
spark, and thus there is Creation. Each
spark becomes the Big Bang, becomes universe, for each Ignition spark Creation,
each creator being, creates universe.
There are many creator beings and many universes, and many, many more
dimensions. Creation becomes All that
Is from the Ignition point of Nothing, and Nothing is the Source
of All that Is.
In wholeness there is NO
MOTHER/FATHER. Wholeness is not
separated into male/female, god/goddess.
In wholeness there is breath and awareness moving in all ways and all
directions simultaneously. Wholeness is
Nothing and All that Is. Your
languages are polarized. Permission is
required in order to feel wholeness.
Ignition moves where there is permission to feel.
Will is feeling/knowing
moving in undulating magnetic focalization into Ignition, so light can be.
Source has always been
present, and is now here to weave space into perception as feeling/knowing, as
undulating nothing, as darkness filled with All that IS still yet to become. I
AM what is NOT yet; I AM what is becoming. I am your cells singing from
the Core as longing to become more. I am the Core of every cell, the Core of
every chakra, the Zuvuya Circuit, the central fibre of magnetic threaded light
containing nothing, and longing to become what is NOT yet.
I am with you in all
places where Feeling has been compressed by Seeing. I am Self. I am in the
places where spirit polarity has created negativity by being positive; by being
white light in denial, shoving away and giving density to what it cannot
see. I come from your denial through
the gap perpetuated by perception. I AM Will. I AM Feeling/Knowing. I
come as rivers out of nowhere, opening the conduits of your flesh, sweeping out
the chambers of your soul, bringing denial up into perception to transform it.
I bring to your flesh feeling/knowing as walking, talking interdimensional
God/Goddess original creator SourceSelf, so that Re-Creation might move in
form, and life might live forever.
Who's Talking?
We come as rain showers, as flurries of
snow. We come as breath of dawn. We are not the mindless forces of
nature you think we are. We are infinite, vibrant Knowing.
See Self chording strands
of flow down long expanses of some wide valley; a fanning tail of rain, we
flurry up inside the skirts of She Who's Walking. She turns her face
towards the wind and we run rivulets along her temples, down her cheeks, her sweet
long neck, over ridge of collar bone and into bosom. We do! She Who
Remembers knows this and walks as grace in rain.
Consider then your world,
this planet you envision as dense sphere. Consider the Spaces Between
Things who run as Tides Between the Stars. We are awake. We are
aware. We come in waves, as cresting waves, as undertows, as flailing
tails of rain dispersing nodes of Knowing. From between the stars we
come, and within strands of starlight resonate the songs of worlds. We
are the Thighs of Becoming, the Black Velvet Void, the Womb of the Mother.
We are always
singing. We are sound, vibration, movement, light and more colours than
yet dreamed of. We are Space, echo corridors and chambers of undulating
space. We are the spaces between your cells, between your molecules,
between the subatomic particles gathered as all manifested Self.
Everywhere and everything moves through Self, and there is no separation, only
spaces breathing in and out of All that Is. Consider: You are made of
Firmament and Nothing. Source breathes you. Your Knowing is the
flow of Self throughout all form.
We speak into the Now of
your Becoming. We speak with your permission and into permission.
We invite permission and bring to you exactly whatever you require. If you
require ArchAngels, animal totems, spirit guides, global terrorism, Pleiadians,
or Velvet Vulvas, we bring them. If you require rain, snow, holocaust,
drought, floods, volcanoes, war, we bring them too. If you listen, Source
brings you everything you need as breath, and form becomes your plaything..
And Source, as endless
Self, is Who is talking.
The Spaces Between Things Speak
Self
runs as rivers, pulses, arteries, waves, spherical continuums in Tides Between
the Stars. When a human energy field is open to Self as Source, threaded,
magnetic, undulating, space filled light showers in interdimensional flowers
through the chakras, and the entire luminous egg of the bodied magnetic field
is woven and webbed into everything, everywhere. You are linked,
innately, core to core with All that Is. Through your bodies run conduits
of vibrational Now, in exchange, like breath, with beingness in all
dimensions. When you let Self fill you, your energy fields shower light
in all directions simultaneously. Undulating nothing moving through the
core ignites vibrational chordings in your bodies, and light threads through
you as living, cellular, universal language.
We
are the breath in your body, the movement between subatomic particles shaping
your cells. We are coherent, cognitive, and capable of communicating so
vastly you do not notice Self in body being continuous nanosecond note in song.
We
speak within cells consistently. Thus there is Life. Our language
is Undulating Nothing as Living Light.
We
speak through cells in chorded orchestration, weaving cognitive permission into
flows of coherent Knowing. When a vessel beingness gives full permission
for Self in All that Is to be in flesh, Self speaks vastly through this One;
and vessel becomes Voice.
You imagine bringing light
into your bodies from elsewhere. You reach out with your threads of
intent, and project hookage into elsewhere. You cast your lines and tie
the flows of Self into bundles, forcing energy to follow specific grids of pre-coded,
conditioned response. You do. Core beliefs, remember? You
make reality fit specific shape. This is even more of a pity when you
invade inner space and begin to grid it with belief structures.
Immediately, everything is reduced to narrow bands of perception, where fear
runs as the controlling tone. Worst yet, is the invasion of
interdimensional space with Belief's constrictors. Belief, all Belief,
even the best and especially the most wondrous beliefs, tie All that Is into
perceptual limitations, and focus what is "seen" so narrowly, that
Self recognition cannot occur.
Self is pure energy, and
as energy, occurs as the source of everything you perceive. We are Self in endless continuums. We are cosmic technicians on a scale grander
than you can yet imagine.
And we are nobody. No body of energy either. No clustered place where emanations breathe
a specific pattern into form. We are
conscious, sentient, vibrant, endlessly aware, and nowhere.
When you get up from your
meditations, from your prayers, your oracles, your visions, you turn off your
link lines and walk away, leaving you might say, the fibres of your universal
Self dangling disconnected in mid nowhere, unavailable to your conscious mind
until you sit next time in “sacred space.”
Ha, ha. We are not tricked. We flow in you everywhere. We sing through your bones, dance in your
blood, perform in your dreamtime and teach through your life. Whether you know it or not, the core fibres
running through you root to crown, cannot be disconnected. As you walk, drive, fly, the fibres of Self
loop through you, woven into earth core, woven into sun, looped through solar
system to galactic core… and All that Is.
Ha, ha. And then you sit down
and tune in. And become conscious again
of more of yourSelf.
Inside, you are
magnificent multi-dimensional vastnesses of Self. Something coming out of Nothing.
We are your breath.
Hear us.
We call you,
longingly. We are your longing. We are dreams stirring the
deepest, widest, highest, vastest rivers of longing within you. The more
you intend wholeness, the more you will Feel/See Self in All that Is.
Listen. Source is not outside your
bodies. Self is the central Ignition circuit -- the Zuvuya Circuit.
Each of you are Centre Spider. Your cognitive permission weaves Ignition.
You cannot call in Living Light from outside. When light Ignites in you,
it ignites within your Beingness, here, Now.
Thought is
vibration. Vibration carries perception and experience into
existence. When you think linearly, rationally, you are vibrating Self
into a grid of linear frequency. The wondrous multidirectional web within
you is not activated in manifestation. In fact, non-permission, emanating
as vibrational lasers, turns off the web within and seals its energy into grids
of conditioned response.
Each human body is location of focalized,
woven, manifest Self. Your permission is required for mind to see
this. When you come to feeling just how intensely you are hooked into
programmed perception, you WILL circuits in your bodies into firing off as
triggered revolution. Let the triggering move. Let Self earthquake,
undulate, Ignite within. Permission allows All that Is to orgasm into
Re-Creation in your cells.
aRA Miles
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100 Mile House, BC V0K 2E1
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