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Dream Shades
                              

  Raven dreams equalizing turning motions, the triangular forces
make the journey full and joyous. Putting forward the detail of the
magic within, the cellular music begins to play softly, then freely.
 --Combining motion and feeling within the sleep distance,
formatting all positions for a clearer view.  Moving forces from the
power of Ganesh with the OM. The settled nature begins, and the
quiet company of dreams make the posture more erect within. The
depth composing of the still radiant form of wings spreads open.
Finding within the spread of wings the eternal mystery of flight ?
having felt the full posture of form, I take in the deep pattern of
change.

I change my position of encounter and allow Ganesh the pen of his
Ivory wisdom. The Wisdom of Change, even when all say it is not
possible, or the ready will never arrive. -- The repeating rhythm of
search and never never find.
I awaken the halt within me, and take in the departure. Diving deep
into what I see, the fullness of my potential rises to be felt, and this
felt is Red.

The ancient memory unfolded my meaning, and I understood the
way. The face of space, which connected no intention, peered into
my words and I knew there was no further Need, the Void had
arrived. I had no apology for its nature, and I made myself ready. I
am ready, not wrong. I am black not empty. I am spoken for
Silence. I take in the Rowan nature of my protector, and I await his
direction. Onyx speaks beyond the limits and the wind hurricanes
through my memory.

The Wind of breath repressed. --The Wind of screams silenced, the
Wind of Black enormonosity. The cloak of a million nights and a
thousand days.

Containing no part, but giving into all parts, the sacred posture of
living becomes perceived with a new nature.

Sleep invoking the flow of worlds; the seen evolution of reason
becomes more ready to embrace the life between the worlds. All
nature taking in the feeling of merging. Day becomes the sleep of
support that moves through the veils of persuasion, that tries to
unfold its own essence. The night is held into its black, and the vision
learns to see like Cat in its dreams.

The Imagery of time becomes a total picture that brings a life into the
basics of 3.  In this, many will see the layers of creativity reminding
us of its multiple vision of color.

All is owned in the fusion of light and form. This creating the
effusion of all relationships.

Within timing is the cutting edge of what is felt, as bearing home in a
most upright manner. Inside the timing is the intricate motion of what
particles the persona into a familiar pattern of memory.

Feeling the sides of the integrity of sleep, the magic of internal
existence begins to fill the body of the sleeper.

Within the shades of motion, the lift of bodies begins, as the internal
direction is felt as timed with the relaxation. The folding of form
begins in one direction and then in the other. All is taken into the
cells as the watcher waits. All is waited for until the vision widens
and the volume pours the form into itself. The self rises to its true
nature, and the situational clatter moves through the windows of the
eye, and sets into its place so the freedom can be felt. Freedom felt
beyond gravity's hold and nature's limits.

Perceiving the folds of motion as the will, the voice rises into the
form and the security of travel is met as real. Folding the colors of
time into the sacred wings of air, the portions of feelings that lay
quieted inside the form become faced. The faced becomes the many
faces of the force of passage and the will of realization.

Carved into the center of this wondrous arising is the mark of lot,
and the lot is the final motion of form containing its own number
anthology. Figures of pleasure contact the nervous system and the
fibers of time reach into the texture of feeling.

Much is then felt in a transcendent manner of pleasure equaled by no
other posture.

Vision folded into the lateral nature of bearing witness to the
movement of space. The floating begins. It begins first in the front of
vision, and then it begins in the center. It moves throughout the
distance, as the float becomes the breath of external motion.
The fusion of fire and water moves the centuries past the time, and
the equator of center pulls back into itself, and the earth moves her
lips of pleasure into the void you then enter --you  enter as it enters
you. Who moves-- you or it? All is naked to the moment, and no
voice can withdraw the flight, till the mark of lot succeeds its position
of land longed for. Land within the motion of hope, love, and sacred
presence of Being.

I follow the water now as I write, and I feel the emotion of fluid
moving through the waters of one body entering the Ocean of
Motion, the emotion of longing.

The Silence held in dream memory is the remembrance that keeps
the day and night filled with magic. A magic you cannot truly
describe or it will start fading. As you move forward to capture its
vivid posture, it starts to fade in detail and essence. It is the magical
that calls the soul into a deep opening of time and place. It is the
presence of a particular resonance that one cannot control completely.

Inside the desired feeling of what eludes the full texture, there is the
magic that weaves through the fibers, until some disappear and some
come forward. The rhythm of this exchange is very distinct in its
motion. The full identity of what is sought is even unclear, and grasp
of form becomes uncertain. In this uncertainty there is the real
meaning. What fades is truly only the signature as it moves to feel
the essence of reality.

The full identity of the nature of a dream is not held within its
signature, but within its nature before the remembering began.
The equal spaces that mark the change from day to night, now fold
more evenly around the raptured form that has not entered dream
memory. In this, the raptured form is inside its true purpose and
singular moment of transformation.

The calling forward of grace brings the identity. Inside the heat of
pleasure is the space of flight, and this space gives necessity to the
timing.

The sacred emerges from the timing and the true essence of home
arrives into the nature of all things. Things belonging together in the
sequence of their beingness. The very edge of consciousness
beginning to realize that the beginnings of things is the necessity of
what life is. The realization creates a change that consciousness has
not yet seen. The full spectrum of creative living within the timing,
position, and existence of all things.

The deepest commitment to the rarest breed of what things create.
The flight is moved from the motion and emotion of all existence
within what is said to be thing. Thing with no identity other than the
creator expression.

Inspiration being the source and the Source being the flight.
Becoming the rarest breed, things become their own inspired
beingness. This beingness is the fuel we begin to live within. This
moves the singular into many and the holy into holiness. Holiness
encompassing all responses to the sacred of inspiration.

The nature of being becoming the nature of all. All becoming natural
in their own existence, no longer separated by decision to define
without. All particles becoming part of purpose, relating the fed to
the felt. Feeling the complete picture of what is placed, all things
know their future position and the ways of ease of placement. Within
this is the Mover of Obstacles, and this is the Salt of the Mother.
Ganesh, the 'Mover of Obstacles', comes within this time of things.
Moving things, creating things, playing with things, as they inspire
him into the blue of accepting being of place and position.

Dreaming is within this time of place and position. All things are
moved out of the ordinary to begin the allowing of moving. Moving
what has been into what may be, would be, and can be. The
relationship is to things, as if they are keys to the life of Being.
All things becoming the voices of words, all words becoming the
messages of future place and position, resolving all past, place and
position.

All present becomes the palette of sand we move about in, to sift into
the full feeling of shifting. Coming more greatly into the full
experience of what shift brings. The things fold into the sands of
sleep, and the memory comes into its place, so the obstacles can be
shifted through the doors of feeling, allowing the relating to become
within the Box of frame. As the sides enclose the picture, the focus
sharpens and the position is seen clearly.

There is more within the timing as each thing finds its own sequence
and the allowance reveals its voice. The dream then speaks, and the
feelings sought begin to unfold the true deep desire no longer caught
between day and night.

I take in the shift and begin to release the pain in my hip and feel the
touch of illumination. I write from the hip, and it begins to place its
purpose into my candleholder of owl. This is bizarre, but I impart my
focus into its eyes and feel the measure of listening I need. I feel the
focus widen and I see sand within the center of home.

Within the home is an island. The island is alone. The alone speaks
of the memory of alone being, and why the earth became created
within a time of many things. Some things being flesh, some things
being wood, water, metal and synthetic. The synthetic of things
coming, from a time before the earth was formed, into the full
spectrum of its own place and position.

Synthetic being the dream symbols of the time within dream. That is
what is created from the tool of position. It is what poses and sets
the found reality.  It is what is foreign to the form in existence, but
related to the form shifting. All is forgotten after the shift and it
becomes foreign to the form that then exists. It is what is forgotten
and must be remembered.

It is what is cause, but effect has forgotten it. In the time that is now,
we take up the message of a broken memory that now needs to
recall. Recall the reason it was formed into the fact of itself. The
deepest becomes the will and the will accepts the feeling of recall,
and the shift it is, in the direction of dreamtime.  

The focus of the shadows of dreamtime is the unbearable resonance
of what has been recalled, but not yet recognized or given space.

The void accepts the memory of what was, and the energy of life
returns to the acceptance of life united with what was seen as
foreign. Timing the silent with the focused, the interior response
makes ready the allowance of volume and the rise of value. The
value given being the interior eye of original pattern and original
Intent.

When the opening happens, the delay of sight does not any longer
happen and the open is wide and awake from the night. The night
being the straight edge of color forging its way into the silent stretch
of a million eyes.

The eyes becoming many faces forcing the open to be seen as
individual. The individuality being the separate volume of an
individual desire. All association being the widest root of knowledge.
Allowing the rooted to become the voice of the dream experience.

The volume of each image becoming more relieved as the image is
given its expression. The volume accelerates the process of memory,
and the image is given meaning. The expression roots its purpose and
the relationship of thought to word becomes the singular mode of
objective value.

The black ravings of pure texture, meeting with a kaleidoscopic view
of what life has not yet seen in its own present phase. Sleep being
the pure essence of a repose that triangularizes the view of potential.
--The final composure of what quotes the presence of an existence
that fails to correlate what is truly felt into being.

Within the Dream Shades of our character are the very potentials of
what we create with. The paints and brushes of our experience reside
within the time above and below we give to dreaming. The very
potential of radical change embeds itself in the wizardry of a single
view, held within a potent cast that gives freedom to a buried
treasure. Once dug to the surface, the face of the character of change
emits a light that vines its way into the daytime of our lives.

Change happens, and it happens with an unexpectancy of surprise,
even when we try to oppose its very beginnings. The hidden force
comes slowly to the support of emergence, and the face of new light
frees itself of its passage. Dreamtime succeeds once again in its
posture of unveiling the principle of the unknown.

Calling forces of will forward that bid to the character of color, the
Dream Shades of time once again make the posture of sleep a dual
resolve.

All forces waiting for the right current of dreaming, to emulate the
closest denominator of what equalizes the Soul's Intent within the  
body.  Body, being the projected character of the persona, expresses
as Intended in its future.  

Lightly closing the force of face to the side of expression, the form of
body crawls into its fetal abode of past references. The curling begins
with the posture, and then it moves with the face until the expression
is seen in all its layers.

Layers being the textures of rhythm that beats into the form of
exposure to time, counting and recounting the volumes of light that
penetrate the will. The sacred folding the feeling of response into the
lighted pattern of relief.

The dreamtime lifts itself up into the pattern of wisdom needed for
the change in posture needed in daytime position. The total memory
of dream populace is within the intricate layers of the natural
resolution of form, through mirrored prisms of intricate reflections.

The volume creates a message that flows through the dreamtime and
equates all the volume to present memory. The movement within
time moves forward to accomplish a much deeper penetration of
what is needed within the set cellular memory that equates positions.

The relationship that now unfolds is the value of what is now
channeled into the volume of deep trance state of dream penetration.
This state is full and accurate, but is not current to the memory
reality of what usually unfolds in dreamwork.

The freedom of change is limited and the character of persona is lost
to the current of initiation. What is being revealed in the center
source of work is the final copy of what now yields into the
calculation of number volume.

Inside the current, that now unfolds through dreamtime, is a cellular
mass release that will enable the dreamtime state to calculate with the
angle of hidden current, that has a curve that has repeated its linear
rise.

The current has qualified itself into its own limitation, and the section
that is now being relieved of press is vital to the future process of
orientation, that is needed in the next level of initiation.

The time within this new motion is being revealed as potential, and
the vital essence of relief is actualizing. The relationship of time to
this cellular release is exacting in its rhythm, and this is the rhythm of
12.

The interior position of relationship is giving its volume to the
dreamtime position of sleep. Sleep will become more aware in its
position, and life will parallel itself to a centered value. The inside
motion of reality will free itself in a way that has not yet developed
its real concept of future.

The volume will come into focus with the centralized figure of what
needs the interior sound of thought given more reality. The focus will
be the center of response that will record the many angled views of
what is being given presence.

The vital aspect, of the new motion, will be the optional presence of
time being compelled to give the entirety of space to the moment.

This relates the current, that pulls through the essence of timing,
more room for rejuvenation that is needed, for the expression to
fulfill its resonance. Travel will become more volumed in
dimensional rationale than ever before.

The state of Dreamtime will consort more with the present resonance
than the past, and the wide view will accommodate the future in a
new way.

The clarity of what is laid down in frame will ease the view, because
of the sides that will measure the volume accurately. Realization will
quicken the force of Will, and this Will will accompany the body as it
moves into a more layered travel than ever before.

The nature of this time will mean much emotional comfort, and the
peace it will bring will be unknown before this time.

The current value will volume its knowing into a stronger cylinder of
motion, and the Will will oppose no factor. The freedom will relax
into the timing and the nature of expression will open to a fuller
volume of need.

The current will release the time into a surface that opens the
markers of Raven into full magnification of need, and the Way will
be fully Wooded.

The presence of moment will become multiplied in rhythms of 12,
and the realization will be accompanied by truth equalized into full
spectrum.

The quality of mastered potency will enable the full vibration of color
to penetrate the retinal value, and create a sleep distribution that will
fulfill the body's needs.

This will come into place within 12 sequences, and the favor of 3's
will enable the current to be multiplied.

The frequency of retinal distribution will change, and the eye will see
much more than what it has been able to register before. The sleep
sequence will relate the numbers within volume to a full nature of
potential and division.

The Will is currently encompassing its own new matrix assemblage,
and this assemblage will make it possible for the force of volume to
be resonate. The pure essence of this time will become the related
resolve of time and space.

Interior space will become verbalized with a much shorter span, and
the tonal deficit will decrease to 0. Time has covered itself now with
what it is, and the value of its position has fully penetrated the Body
of life.

Sitting within this volume is the centered aspect of what Is. What Is
has no option, or opinion to seclude itself into. It has no volume to
reveal in decades of oppression.

What Is has no riddle to mask. It is within the realization that what Is
exists. The clarity of such a volume is that it Is. It Is, and it Is before
all was.

It is within the depths of the dreamtime, and the sleep knows its
face. The face is naked of perception. It is void of justice, it is bare
of posture.

What Is is the innocent motion of existence. Existence reveals itself
to us in sleep, but we never see its face free of what dresses it up as
conjectured.

Within the hand of opinion are the marked digits of measured, and
what Is slides through the numbering. Within the face of opinion
regret lines the posture, and what Is melts through the valleys of age.

Within the body of opinion, shame covets the spaces, and forces the
bend of frame, and what Is rises from the hidden and folds into the
forgotten.

What Is, is the Importance of life that has been lost to the opinion of
polarity. Sleep will no longer ride on opinion's back, but what Is will
be the guide and guardian of the nature of new life.

When the Importance finally reaches the Daylight, the face of
opinion will be unknown, and what Is will be recognized. The final
character of what Is will sit upon the illuminated crystal of what
vibrates into the OM of time.

The cellular memory now regulates its field of action, but it will very
soon be within the timing of what Is, and the pressure to react will be
lifted from the responsial position.

© 2001 Raven Su.Sane
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