It begins with a conversation….

Union

A conversation already exists between ourselves and our soul 'other’… it has always existed… and we have ever longed for its substance to embrace us, hold us, fulfill us… to enfold and entangle our limbs around the other…our counterpart. A quantum entanglement of particles direct from the core of creation itself, prima materia, ever knowing itself as whole. Birthed into separated form through aeons, it is a long journey home to union. We listen in purity and integrity. Just as each incoming soul will reveal themselves in the perfect timing with pure understanding and the pristine steps of information to engage in action towards the meeting, the touch, the birth, the form…. the counterpart listening is the same. It exists and the conversation is precise. Our soul charts the map towards, or away from, all our formative relationships, the ones that define us, that meet us, that break us… the relationships that open us beyond what we have ever known… the ones that give us a map to navigate life, and the ones that hold our rudder steady as we sail on uncharted waters… There are many souls in the universal map of all time, space and dimension that belong to us, are another version and expression of ourselves, a greater level of soul split into many parts.. all coming home to the one I am. Its a complex map when we lift our view… And theough the many souls we meet and engage with, the soul-mates’ that tear us apart to rebuild us anew, we are ever in conversation with the counterpart… the other as the ultimate union on this map.

Union is something we inherently think of from a human referent of want, desire, relationship, intimacy, sex, pro-creation and through a man-made map, formed mostly by convention, tradition, culture, religion, and /or well ingrained belief systems, we tread a path towards, or away from partnership and family. Boy meets girl… or boy meets boy… or boy meets baby-mama, and so on…whatever the normalized narrative of the day is. The boy who becomes the man, will discover himself through other, through his relationships... And in today’s world thats a bit like starting to play Mario Bros on the 33rd level, and running and jumping and battling and grabbing the power-ups whilst trying to work out exactly who Mario is, what he is about, his brother and family story,, why he is chasing the princess and why in the world he grew that moustache! In other words what is it to be a man in this crazy world, and how to navigate the game of life. In a global culture where a baby born with a penis cannot politically be called a boy without ‘freely’ choosing his gender to be masculine… how does the boy know what it is to be a man… what is expected of him in the world, how to stand as a man, what it is to be a father, a fighter, a lover…

The original design of human, if we consider the template of form, has lost many of its crucial bits. What we are looking at today is the de-basement of the design. In other words, we have lost base code information, at the temple level of form, that informs the base of who we are as biological forms expressing as masculine and feminine. We are creational beings, of consciousness, and building and birthing new creations is our primary MO…. This work is centered around the incoming souls, so we talk a lot about the birthing of babies.. but creation is taking place constantly in every moment.. with every thought, every breath, every heart-beat… every action.. These biological forms are divine biological super computers in constant creator-generator motion.

Who we embody to be is where our creation takes shape.. It can be thought of as the shape we take, and the shape we give to the world… the shape of our life, our body, our giving and our making…. Every thought creates, and we sculpt the world with every choice and every action... our touch, our tangible experience, our sharing, our relationships, family….what we build in the world, and our legacy once we leave.. We are shaping reality with every perception, thought, choice and action.. and when we enter into union with other, we are moving into a new shape, or capacity to create. Beyond the two-as-one cliches, we are designed to transcend beyond our personal individual embodiment through other. Union is the base nature of our existence as universal consciousness in material form. It is a creational truth and one in which we remember our true shape and design... what it is to be masculine and what it is to be feminine in union with Creation, or God.. And I don’t say that in any religious sense, obviously.. but a as a trinity form of mascline-feminine-neutral zero, that returns us to the godhead.. the zero-point core of creation. Union is our pathway home, the design of human in duality to know the infinite through our wholeness, within ourselves and with other.. our union in partnership and as the base of family and global community. It is the architecture and the art and the music of the spheres.

Beyond the convention we were taught to follow or reject, union has nothing to do with marriage and the shapes of relationships and families that have defined us in one way or another for aeons… the dominant-submissive cultures, owership, power-over, possession, dispossession, rape and destruction of the people, the cultures and the world... Look at what the masculine has claimed and wielded through the sword of gender, cock-in-hand, holding the power and dominance over ‘the submissive sex’. And step beyond the fight of the feminine to rise up against the power imbalance and abuse, bleeding the blood of aeons of divine loss of the feminine freedom and power. Waaaay bigger than the story of this we may ascribe to, the writ we carry,, watching the generations of our people suffer in one way or another… carrying the wounding until it has carved us into a shape in which we no longer recognize ourselves. Our soul cannot sculpt and shape and express itself through a form, a materia, a body, that has been brutalized through time…. pummeled into a shape that no longer fits.

So we seek to find the ‘right fit’, do we not? In whatever way that makes us happy, or where our edges no longer feel sharp and dangerous and the pain of loneliness doesn’t cut through our heart, stinging our eyes with all the forgotten loss and lies. A template cut down and pieces torn out leaving gaping holes in which we no longer have a natural assemblage of wholeness, an organization of many parts that know themselves as one.. We have sharded split codes and parts which are seeking resolution, reconciliation, longing to be put back together so they make sense. That place in all of us where we want to simply make sense… and for the world around us to make sense…. And where we learn to manage the shapes of everything that do not make any sense at all.. do not fit, do not form, do not create union or freedom.. do not feel ók’ and yet must be accepted as ‘life’.

Duality

To be designed as two halves of a whole is to explore and understand what it is to come together and return to wholeness… where there is a perfect fit in a design that makes sense.. And it has bio-physics and universal quantum physics. To be designed as whole, and come into a body of masculine or feminine in duality is to experience and know wholeness through the separation and the return to union… to, our soul twin masculine-feminine of our true nature and identity... So coming home to ourselves through union within ourselves and with other is a fundamental dynamic of life at every level of our soul-in-form. It defines the missing shapes, it informs the longing, the seeking and the blinded-to loss of self, and purpose… It makes sense, and fulfills the longing to belong, and we begin to touch, know and explore the rightness of fit, and form, and life… to build relationships on a different foundation… everything we have ever sought through the faces and facets of this world.

From the entirety of union, or wholeness, the shape of the masculine must therefore define what it is to be feminine and the feminine gives shape to what it is to be masculine.. and we know the current and currency is designed to flow once the positive and negative electrical circuitry is built and functioning. So the design gives birth to itself in pure creation. We procreate. But far more simply than this, we exist.. and the bio-circuitry of these biological forms are designed for union at every level of creation.. all the way to highest... We are a perfect form. Our material existence holds the keys and codes of the universe in its all-together-ness, where we all fit and know ourselves beyond our broken pieces and sharded loss. Union holds access though the design of the bio-form in duality to the ‘Kingdoms of higher domains’…. Union takes us home through the heart, the soul, and the body of other… interlocking.… engaging… igniting… lifting - like a lock-and-key opening a gateway to our original perfection - our true design.

So we have a moment in which we can enter through the gateway, and touch a wholeness that our human shards have not been able to access. And this does not require climbing a mountain, a spiritual seeking of truth, or a celibacy in the name of purity and denial of the corporeal… Rather it is a moment of pure surrender to the design of the flesh, the form of human in its pure sexual union… a gateway direct to heaven - without even taking the stairs..! A moment of transcendence through the body of union with other… through the design and nature of form in its most holy and most sexual… the ‘holy fuck’ is where it all comes together … damn!! And this holds no compromise... it cannot be a corrupted base playing a game,. The lock and key are perfectly designed only to fit in rightness and integrity of the design. And good news, it does not require both parties to be fully whole.. one person can hold the union codes, the lock and key, to the interlocking and interlacing and inter-facing of two-forms-as-one… Press play on the lyrics of the song, when two become one.. and through a true architecture of union the distort and fantasy, the not real deal.. and the jacks fall… the jacked and the high-jacked bodies fall … to die á little death’ (le petit mort, as the French poetic term for orgasm) and be reborn…

To know totality of union, is to see the split, the tear, the loss of the base of union that we are as human. The many forces holding the dis-unity and counter currency of masculine-feminine… the religious dis-unity of spirit and matter and the repercussions of the wider loss of integrity through the dis-unity of humanity. To know totality is to know the flesh, the form, the body in its fully-embodied freedom of the soul to exist, express and create in union…. union with self, union with other and union with Creation/ God.. (note in the margin: the teachings of Jesus uninterupted, uncorrupted for power, control and dominance). Cleverly built by ‘the architect of the matrix’ global power base and human base betrayed go hand-in-hand. Fallen legions hold guard in this black & white world. Remove the view-finder …. Like a zebra coloured in with pencils of all colours, we exist in full choromo-vision. She is not blind and powerless, he is not wielding the power of his penis, ‘the hooded stranger between us’ is not God, and does not need to be given dominion.. She does not need to fall to her knees in worship, or rise up in fight for freedom and liberaton. Neither polarity takes us anywhere except deeper into polarization, separation and dis-unity. To reject the masculine or feminine is to to dis-unify our true nature… to fight against, to use force to keep apart, sustain division and invert the true divine nature of our biology. As with all war, set on a path to destruction that takes us far from of our true creational motion as humanity, consciously evolving. We know ourselves thorough duality and union, we create through union, and dis-unity is fall. Simply said. We embody into duality and hold the design and meaning and purpose of return to union at many intimate and vast universal levels of existence. To seek flight through the wings of the eternal spirit is not a post-mort past-time. We have full access to forms’ infinite and eternal beauty and freedom… in these bodies.

THE DEEP DARK SECRETS

Lets take this a step further… If we understand that everything is taking place in many time space dimensions in this universe… Remember the Tardis… well its a timey-wimey kind of thing… but in essence every layer of our human-earth matrix we are living has wider layers of ‘the matrix’ that was not architecturally created for our best interests, if you know what I mean…. The patterns are all layers, like a cake with icing in between each layer. We are living and oblivious / and or protected from seeing - whichever way you prefer to hear this, red or blue - the other layers in play. So, for example, the dark matrix has been fundamentally built on consumption and take / feed from other.. at a very dark beastly origin of ‘not light'… So the base nature of all other layers and players in our created reality will hold the same ‘nature’ or pattern as inherent and sustained by the wider matrix. Looks at how our global culture is consumer-based, consume and subsume to survive, take/feed on other, destroy and possess, power over to give Dominion of the highest. If you look at this as the layers of the cake its all makes sense… not a fun-filled dulce la leche kind of sense, that makes our tastebuds water, but it lands a truth of aeons. THE matrix we are living is built on many layers of matrices that hold and express the same base pattern. So if you see now that our base human template has been de-filed, raped, bled, taken… dot dot dot…. it makes sense of the distortion and depravity we see in the world, and the unmistakeable ‘normalizing of this as our ‘human nature’.

Our base sexual nature therefore exists and expresses itself as a direct presentation of the Dominion in play.. the forces that hold power over other.. that take and control and own… possessing the soul and body and feeding on the life currency. Ouch! Look at a myriad of sexual examples here… Take your pick, it has many faces and facets of expression… from the everyday ‘normal', to the dark sinister revealed.. The ‘nature of the beast, that is man’ is a de-basement of the template that has high-jacked and corrupted the true human nature of our capacity for union… one that is beautifully and fully our base sexual nature.

So she is taken, owned, forced, raped..;. possessed.. And yes we can fight to change the politics of our culture and our world,, but the base pattern and ‘permission’ is written in and sustained because it serves. Think about it… How hard has it been to fight for simple equality, respect, freedom… to stand against the domination and destruction in play, at every level of life. The worldly stuff that just doesn’t make sense from the true heart of who are as human beings. You know what I mean…. And women wear this garment the hardest, as the brutalization has dealt the worst blow to the womb - the giver of life - literally robbing the womb of its capacity to create, and ‘robbing the cradle' of the pure babe.…. ring any bells? Layers and layers and layers…. bound in time, engorged with the blood of a spilled grail cup….and it no longer knows what its true face ls, what its original shape is….

We could delve into some pretty horrific stuff here.. but the news on the world telly does that for you, so lets return to the point of the zero… not as maths because that is not very sexy, but as body currency… Sexual current and currency of union runs a circuit, It is precisely what union is designed to do…a mascluine-feminine circuit in formation and ignition of wholeness. If the circuit has been fucked with, it is only able to direct currency from and through the de-based body and runs counter currency reversals all too easily.. . look around… Union is in itself designed to unify the circuitry of the masculine and feminine biology... to create a conception circutiry - mother-father-baby … Obvio… but is it? What does pure union look like? What does it feel like? How does the heart engage it? The patterns we pass down to our teenagers running the gauntlet of their puberty are based primarily on self gratification and take other for self… with respect hopefully.. Take a moment. And we come back to the boy who is learning how to be a man in this world. And the blossoming girl in the cloak who is negotiating, and mysteriously attracted to, the wolves as she walks through the woods…

The Womb of the World

The destruction and forces of hold / take/ control over the ovaries, have investiture in that which hold the template for the generations to come.. and is far bigger than simply reclaiming the ‘divine feminine or teaching our young people to respect each other’s bodies. To understand this we need to explore the cradle of the womb that carries the babe and births the world anew…. The ovaries are tidal., And by this I mean more than controlled by the rhythms and cycles of the moon and oceans tides (rightly or wrongly). We could begin a whole reclamation mission here if we choose to… All that we have lost can often be felt in the depth of heart grief when we stand at the edge of the ocean and scream…. tidal promises betrayed. But there is no language for this….we know the feeling of drowning and seeking shelter from the storm. We feel the heart-break for our children who need to negotiate the integrity of their being in this world that is set its jaw on breaking them and tearing them apart… Resilience becomes the new core teaching.. Coping strategies.. Therapists and meds. Dis-empowerent of our young people is almost a given... look at the language here.. given-taken… How well we have been groomed for the taking… Big fuck-off dystopian agendas playing at every level of our most intimate relationships and family life.. not just on the global stage.

The Voice of the Ovaries

There is a murky sea through the tidal aeons.. and the ovum that has swam and pushed and fought for itself to survive through its path from ovary to womb. The ‘moon’s journey to find its way, wait and mate. There is grief to compromise into something less than itself as an embodiment process… the beautiful precision of every egg to every sperm - in union - as a promise is lost. Every egg, as with every sperm, has had something infiltrative in its motion…. which has a wrangle, a fight to unhinge itself from ties and binds that have encased and moulded around it and disallowed, disavowed, its pure design.. A roll and tumble expressed in the emptiness of an untrue meeting… the physical articulation of the egg itself, much like an entire planet crushed into a paper bag. suffocating and gasping in its writhe to show itself in its blinding light.. And then in consciousness ‘rising’ given a dimensional voice within in the moon circles as a wonderous feminine menstrual journey, the right of passage for the girl to join the legions of feminine warriors of god-given pain... our burden, our strength, our cramping held-tight-togetherness as an identity of golden clad wonder women who bear the weight of our glorious wounded feminine design.

The aeons of endometriosis, settling-in to that…all of the grief of a pure pure pure pure egg that has had to fight its way through time, bequeathed the wrong mantra by the wisdom godesses, It has all the marks of ‘cant be what it wants to be …ever’. And then the ever-lived limit through that chosen song… our points of fertility and fecundity celebrated within our women’s circles… a time to bleed a time to cry a time to laugh a time to birth a time to mother, a time to viscerally be the sirens-call to our mate.. a time to be a girl, in your prime and then in to our decline.. the eggs fade with the wrinkle’s emergence.. and our circles of support tell us our glorious woman-hood gets better with time… we either age gracefully watching our eggs fall out of their decrepit baskets and our hormones jump the sinking ship with wanton abandon. Ding ding the egg timer has rung its bell.

The ovum through time.

Is this what I teach my girl? Is this the chorus our children need to learn? Do I buy the scientific teach your kids about menstruation book, or do I bring her to a drum circle of the white witches that smear their faces and earth with the blood of pain from their powerful wombs… do I give her the facts of life talk and tell her the rules she must engage in to be the right kind of woman?

Or do I feel her deep grief… do I see where she has come from and who she is? Do I feel what her body sings forth in all the wavelengths of her timeless beauty? Yes, I see what she has known in time’s egg moving through the loss to compromise, I sit with her, heart to heart and know that her tears arent just a drop in progestrone or her corpus luteum’s biography.. I see that she has a power and a stand beyond any fight… there is symphony in her body and a stunning stunning silence that can be heard.

I see her egg.

A stunning, stunning, stunning white golden egg that exists simply in its pure freedom to exist…. the view to no story. The view to no hold, no burden, no suffering… it's ready. It's creative, it's silent. And it's a truly stunning point of power.

Those words of ‘view to know hold’, don't work here… old stories imposed don’t smother her… because when you look in the core of the white white white white ovum. there is no view… It's the birth of every view… it has an arising of sound, light and form as wavelengths unmitred. Its silence is an equal point through a trinity known. It has a physics of exactitude that cannot be held to time’s ransom. The expanse of this egg is inform itself. It must know the notes to play each piece, it must have and know the foundational structure of light, of fluid and of shape-forming matrices to meet this in its exact cellular ‘other’. Union has pristine shape. It is an absolute creational point of Home form as its physicality. Its expanse and proliferation is untethered. Its voice is an absolutely heard and met voice in the same moment. that is its precision, that is its design that is its function, that is its magnitude. The egg that knows universal information of home has a glide, a seamless fluid release through itself, through the body’s physiology, through the fallopian tube and seamlessly through the body’s own known response. It is a leader in defining the fluids that course through the body.. a vibrant star’s passage through a universal form, and exact and stunning motion that knows both where it has originated and where it moves to.. Whether you can brain it or not, this is timelessly the same point… The power in this egg and this body comes from a neutrality of need. It doesn’t hold into any duality dynamic that expresses stand as anything less than a universal stretch. The bio chemistry and information here are unlimited and not held in time. What is tangible is the light form’s playfulness through itself twirling and tumbling a story of every direction’s colour. There is ease and motion, the womb becomes a rest place that in response to its known egg, has a flush of information back through the blood. It looks like ‘gifting colour’…. the blood has information then, to be in its dynamism… active inform through the body. Hormones are informed from stretch, the endocrine system has power beyond limit. The nervous system engages active rest and active forward, the brain's biochemistry is not holding onto salts and electrolytic survival information.. The boundlessness of one egg is the same as the boundlessness in another. The face has the detail it needs to see same in other. The flush of information is not a phased event… It is a constant pulse through informed to inform. These eggs have a freedom to expound through their own voices as songs of the children’s children’s children. This feminine body is wondrous and extends itself to beat its heart beyond fight, to freedom of voice, the expression of power and celebration of its divine creation and has many many many at its breast. It touches all of the most divine feminine that were ever held in time, All blood. All blood. This feminine is union.

The story in the blood tells of our origins and betrayals.. it is where the binding and promises are made, loyalty is pledged.. it carries the grief of thousand thousand in one body.. every woman knows her bleeding will synchronize and share and speak to the other women in her surrounding.. but more than this it will run unbound through the oceans and tides of this earth body, bled and betrayed.. The story at each level of the collective earth-human matrices that shape her knowing of herself, she was born of a betrayed union.. and her story can only be this.. strengthened by the shared story of the blood, she stays bound to the servitude.. witness to her sisters’ servitude and returning the cycles to the earth, only to be born again . Baby blessings and ceremonies that honor the wounding that our tiny baby lotus flower girls will be born to drown in or fight her way out of….

The race has been won and she knows this… the fight is over and the laying down of swords has begun… This is the now song to be heard through the ovaries of our daughters… If we listen. The mothers’ grief has flooded and sated the land and the lost sons are returned home…an annunciation of death and crucifixion no longer carried on the winds and tides of this body. The ovaries sigh... it has been a burden to bear though the twisted high-jacked forms.. the creational womb of the mother.. all mothers… children lost to fallen legions of debased lineages… The sound of our keening for our childrens’ childrens’ children…. those precious bursts of pure ignited light already carried in the body of the girl in her blossoming.. The fecundity and fertility of our human nature, as terra forma… Who is she in this world… how does the girl know what it is to be a woman in her full power and authenticity….what is expected of her in the world…, how she receives other, how she gives herself without loss, trade, or bartering her body for safety…, how she meets and embodies union in all its expressions, to create with defined and puporseful brush-strokes, art as form, divinity of man birthed through her every action…, How does she know what it is to be a partner,, a lover, a cherished other, full in her own worth, freed from the debts of serviturde… what it is to rest into her feminine power without a thousand paper-mache masks guarding and hiding her brilliance.. What is it to be woman.

And what is it to be mother….

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The Man who holds the sword

It is the longing for ‘men to be men’ and ‘women to be women’ has become a twisted rabbit hole of dead-end tunnels, without liberation .. No longer permissible to even use the vernacular… The longing for men to be men… He knows this….She knows this… What shape does this take in its inherent ‘rightness’ when the options on the table are all horrifically wrong… She doesn’t know what she wants… the Man-O-Spehric knight is here to dictate when ‘he sticks his dick in her’. One-sided monogamy… You can’t hold dominion over union and jack off to your own glorified reflection. demoralising in order to stand guard and protect and provide in the name of masculine righteousness… the fallen knight standing one foot on the maiden sword held high. Victory is savage wound to the holy union as it draws the blood of Christed wholeness into enslavement and the counterpart feminine is choked and bound  as the whore  of his godly loins. debauched and bought, traded and sold. She has paid dearly to reclaim her slave papers and yet still seeks to serve a brutal master. The purity he wishes to posses can’t be hidden away, neutralised and nullified and pasted over with paper-mache masks of liberation. yet she knows that to lay herself bare, expose her true heart, and give fully the pure enfolding access of her body is to let the wolf in .. unguarded. The longing for women to be women…. the shape of her power and beauty and freedom has been so well rewritten and reshaped through the global power base structures… remember the layers of the cake-like matrices… she will take the shape he gives her, or push back using masculine forces… Look at the many examples.. Can we even touch or taste or sense what and who ‘woman’ is… without drawing on some external narrative to be told who we are…. disempowered or reclaimed-goddess-powered, its all the same, just different brush strokes…. What has been written out of time and out of body, and out of cellular memory….

The blood on the sword of Michael has long since laid his foot upon the maiden in his fight to serve the dragon… look at every story we have ever been told and look at how the world exists in its prime inverse.. a precise and exact duality constructed through the high level creational mechanics of masters. Its impossible to separate out the truth from the lies without the prime master template .. the original design….Just like the old powerpoint presentations we gave, and the websites we now build, with the Master slide and all others built upon the design it is easy to recognize when a page does not fit the pattern, or the divine mathematics.. The knowing is in the blood. Except where it is not. Who to trust when you can’t trust your own body. Look at how easily the boot of the Man-o-Sphere stands publicly and violently upon the body of woman subjugated. and serving him. Hero worshipped for being a Man’s man, his role as masculine to protect and serve cleverly riding on, and even intoxicating, through the lost de-based gender identity of a counter culture… to offer the risen stand and power base structure that is yearned for. And it has strands of core truth, but in a complete reversal. She does wish him to stand and lead, to be fully in his masculine power to hold the feminine, protect her heart and her womb. To be the base of a union and family body she can rest in… woah.. check that body response.. truth is the third reality when only two are presented at polar opposites standing face to face in a duel to the death. Just like all religion, strands of truth and lies.. the blood in its templated truth long bound by the forces of a dark master design. Legions of Angels… the winged ones and the ones with broken wings… who serves who… and who are we fighting for, man to man on the battlefield of a war waged aeons ago… wearing unforms and faces of today. A boy playing with toy soldiers, knights on horse-back, battalions… legions become legends and stories of heroes our children turn their shiny faces towards in admiration. The knights of today wear tiktok chainmail and lead their charges into liberation through a take-for-self consume and dominate model of success. To fight hard and win at all costs… Power and control portrayed as freedom. The nature of the beast has not changed.

Any and all conventional maps are based on polarity, two opposing forces that fight it out…. Masculine and feminine are a core polarity in a universal sense in all its permutations and expressions. Though lets clarify a key point - polarity is fundamentally duality without a core zero point. Though in today’s world they look the same.. what really is non-binary? A trinity core has mascline-feminine-zero, ie positive, negative, and neutral, our fundamental sub-atomic bio-physics.. It is a completely different body in a trinity zero-point union of masculine and feminine …it runs a completely different non-duality currency and therefore the bio-phyiscs up-level… This body is our raw true nature in its prima materia,, pure embodied power and freedom… ! Not the virginal innocence wafting in a lofty white gown in the sky; not de-based into some dyadic power-over control and servitude; not a body of chaos and loss and confusion tearing itself on its own sharp edges; not a wild animal suppressing its ‘primal nature’; not survival of the fittest; and not a body in servitude to forces unknown. The fight of aeons… where we have forgotten what we are even fighting for…. The biology through union is engaging architecture, unlocking the eternal form and retuning the fallen soldier to his true home. To return the heart of the masculine to his true known purpose, his stand in this body, in this world.. what he truly stands and fights for… what he holds and protects… what he actions with his prime creative power. To return the heart of the masculine and lay down the sword at the feet of the one who can free him of an antiquated servitude to fallen legions .. one who can lift him beyond the binding of his promises made and his bloodlines stemmed…. one who can receive him in all his sharded brokenness, an internal grenade mis-firing his desires and senses... He can let go into her depths, he can let go of the boot-straps he uses to hold his imploded parts together, that keep him marching forward, weapons loaded… without sight to see the road that was marked out long ago is not a trail to freedom……He can simply let go of the fight …

To serve is to lay down the sword… to hold honour not through killing, and towers of bodies, but in stand as the Man who protects the children of his childrens’ children.. the Man who knows the promise of the future is in his guard and stead. To hold his partner in the creative-gernerative truth of union.. to be the stable, solid masculine base that holds naturally and powerfully through the core heart, embracing her in his pure form gives purpose to his physiology, potency to his loins… It is primal and pure, an electrical fluid currency of his conscoiusness coursing through his veins…. his heart, his base, his spine… his man parts in wholeness … It is beautiful to behold the masculine form in its design that knows how to hold the union… to be the structure that knows how to meet the core heart of other, so she rests into him, heart-to-heart, core-to-core, feminine to masculine to feminine to masculine in an eternal circuitry of full body orgasmic union. Met, known, touched… forever transformed. Even a single night guys and girls… convention is not making the rules here… this is not a shape of nuclear families and fusion, but pure universal physics and geometries of creation at the most fundamental levels. The shape-giving matrices… the prima materia of life… existence… Game on.

The unified child

Now the new and good news is that the united child is born whole.. simply that... Honestly, though, the whole picture and point is that the unified child has both masculine and feminine aspects of their soul intact… embodied from birth. So, beyond even an understanding of two pieces integrated and synthesized through layers and aeons of loss… the child is simply whole.. both parts are present and accounted for and make sense. They are never not unified in themselves. All the fundamental relationships in the life of this child begin from this baseline.. a unified base… consciously being in relationship with other as self as same… as his physiology, not as a concept of únity’’ in a broken world. They literally have a different shape.. The entire Star of David is a unity geometry beyond one feminine triangle and one masculine trangle angling for separated identity and gender 'freedom'.. Beyond all the twists and pulls and mysogynist writs, beyond all the jack and high-jacks of a true base code designed to be in union with all aspects of creation. This is bigger than us. Without needing to fight a fight, or deconstruct the narrative and politics of this world.. this child knows through their body,, their core heart circuitry, what is true. And what is not. Simply said. This child upon reaching adolescence and puberty knows inherently the shape of union, as it is the fundamental foundation and architecture of the unity of his form.. He knows, without needing the world to tell him, what his shape is, and what shape the other is, by nature. He knows the shape of the feminine, just as the unified teen girl knows the shape of the masculine. From wholeness the duality is inherent and beautiful whole. perfect and pure.. And this translates stunningly into their knowing of themselves, in their hormone-filled changing bodies and into their newly budding sexuality.

This also translates into a scream at the world around them… how do they intrinsically know and deal with the grief of all the loss through knowing the shape that is the right shape? How do they deal with the voices that are telling them their shape is wrong and must be xyz when their shape is clearly developing into a form un-maligned.. The dissonance is weighted. The shape of the ovaries that know from the very unity structure they exist, that the child is of this structure.. That there has been a fight and a loss, that they don't even have words for.. Where the darkest thoughts are known as real memories that are told to keep themselves hidden, so that they can sustain the power over the developing form… Except it cant, the base and legs that stand in the rightness of what it is to be a woman or a man of THIS earth at this time… has a blood course through the body that doesn't compromise itself to any loss or dis-reality or AI vanity or narrative of unreal form. The blood courses have motion through the base anatomy, the base structure that allow and know form as the pure fluid freedom of movement and existence through the body of earth.. The child of union is the map in full unabashed action, neural-point to neural-point of ignition and merge and engagement that knows and envelop and rests and activates into the creational form it exactly is… The child of union asks not of other to fix or fill the gaps because there is nothing to ask, nothing is needed from loss.. nothing has been spent or traded in servitude.l Freedom does not need to be bought or fought or won. There is an intrinsic and unspoken form of recognition, a shape of acknowledge.. The power is both from and emanates the body as a union created, union known, union recognised and union actualised… matrix beyond matrix that knows all layers inherently held within matrix limitations as not real.. Understood in the flesh, the blood, the bones, the heart of this child.

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