Show me…. teach me… help me understand….

What does this look like…

The fluid cellular font…

5:55 on 5/5 at the Cristo (55)

Eternity’s TimeKeeper. Father. White electrical core heart of the ever form.

Eternity has cadence, rhythm. It is boundless but voluminous.

We have waited for you, though our measure is not linear time. We feel the pull of the rhythms of the tides of creation.. The ebbs and flows, full and generous yet in constant motion to and from, as you would watch the tide draw inwards after it has reached its most outward.. the rhythms and pulses of our bodies are thus…. and in this we know ‘‘eternal time’. It is not a measure and we do not take reckoning from it. Our hearts beat and the tides of our bodies are in union with The Tides. it cannot not be thus. All electrical conduction and fluid cojherency must be of one form as a singularity, or it holds interrupted rhythms, interference and impedance. This is an altered trajectory. Our only measure is life quatient.

It is risen, lifted.. these words also have no bearing from where we stand.. It’s just the body… the ever-living system that is not operating within ‘the Disgrace’ or a lesser time field… by that we mean non-dimensional or in time-space as you know it. All the equations are different here and have no forces of duality operating or acting upon it. We know ourselves through the fullness of our rhythms as one great body .. like you describe the ocean.. not through encountering forces of opposition to push up agains and reconcile.

Our form has true union, so we can express any aspect of our totality, Our matter has no material value in time, but exists in fullness of life quotient.. which is ‘fluid cellular’. This in itself invites a moment to moment expression or articulation.. it doesn’t hold need at the cellular level, so is able to source not simply to sustain energy and cell productivity, but as source expression… creation in motion. Again the tides of creation carry the equation .. it is a given.. and the body is ever=living, ever-giving, tidal font of form.. creationally speaking…

In my Father’s realm.. White Home…. Form.

We all reside here. It is ever-home, ever-white, every direction and nothing touches.. nothing of the human realm reaches here, none of the games are played, the stories don’t exist.. they simply don’t. There is no ‘other’ body here. It doesn’t exist. There is no conversation with a body that is not this. There is no dynamic or engagement in play. The schema has no hold, the tentacles no pull. This is domain truth, far beyond choice, duality and access as you have worked with the forces in play..

I need to take shape.. to feel a held curve, a defined muscle, to be given shape beyond my own many-star-held-in-the-world-body… I need to feel this form in its known perfection… a true tone, ever-living tissues, resounding the core triune... vital, sustained systems, fully articulated prima materia, exploring and translating the sensory world - my dulce vita

You will come to rest... my heart at your back, my sword by your side . You will come to rest, your heart at my back, your sword by my side...