Going Deeper
We wanted to try something new, by sharing more of our work to you.
We will use our blog, here on Situla Codex, to dive deeper and unlock more light, light that we all need and desire.
Here is the first entry into on this blog into our deeper writing. Enjoy.
INDIGENOUS
Introduction:
The folded hold of Nature’s Presence is volumed in Water, and we now embody the Heart of its Indigenous Chamber.
Indigenous
The solitary volume of circumstance moves through our world, and we take in the breath of Change. All is located differently, and we approach our distance in a new stretch of time.
We are remotely living in a question that surrounds us. We awaken our senses to this deep listening that our world now requires us to be.
We open, we hear, we appraise the sound of Mer within us. We rush the space of our waters and lean in to hear the sound that follows our creation molecule of indigenous behavior.
Indigenous property of origin. Water rights, Water rites, and what comes with the photonics awareness of digital memory.
The first motion of form being crystalline in composure. We are married to the square and its circumferic wed is what makes us create.
To create one angle to corner another is to acknowledge that there is a closure on distance.
The waters pour into the lines, and lines form the waist of water. Water signs into us as a ledger of accountment.
We are totaled in all volumes, and our timing squares the waters of the minds. The waters of the beginning fold takes us deeper into the world of before where we were indigenous to this planet.
The permanent fold requires more water than memory can hold, and the resonance of power is held within it.
Cloaking the surface of what now spins the Merkaba, opens the portal conditions so the medallion of composure can loosen the fatal wedge and free its mortality.
When one begins to know what indigenous is connected to, one realizes why water is the key. The sacred blessed motion within us is the signal of our indigenous nature. We are not spaced from an odd light but from the signal that folds pour upon pour, light upon light, molecule upon molecule, photon upon photon.
The exquisite portation of an anomaly that did not confuse the portal distance. We shared the find, and we shared the resonance, and the fragile was broken into millions of shards.
The property spread within us, and all was taken to the next net of existence. All is layered into the angle of its calling, and the weave spoke the language of indigenous.
The correlated volume spread open like its watery yield, and the counting factors of calling spoke to the language of the watery flow. The emotion raised the finding, and the course of gold was laid into awareness.
Finding and falling, rising and calling, the fibers of emulation broke open the core of Mer and the light it was began to speak.
It was bespoken, and all that lighted itself was nourished by the deep reed of thought as it rose up through the filling.
We came to the waters of reaching, and the reaching made us indigenous to our own core.
Without this core we cannot return, and if we cannot return we are lost to the roots of our own property.
We are heart felt in our nature, and we feel our way through water to find the rooted presence of our face facing us facing. There is an atrocity that stands between us as we begin to remember.
We now know what it once held, but we now know what we have in our hands. We have the eye to see and the vision to know what is now not allowed.
Once before the sound pattern was spilled upon the world like oil, there was pure essence of clear line, and this line kept clean the corners and edges of all geometries.
Now the hermetics of life forfeit its range of flow. Coming more to the center of core the folded measure releases its favor of what is now ready. The folded measure of timing narrows so the focus of territory is given room.
The indigenous of our being has made a bid for property, and it will succeed. Property will be secured by all that is original, and the process will complete its forward fold. Back from the fold the narrow escapes its prison, and the future is freed of corporate hold.
All the indigenous within us is given its water rights. The heard of listening will convey the waves of current that express the creative flow. The entirety of grace speaks, and the marketing of slave will no longer be hired.
The formula for giving will now hold water, and the leakage of essential oils will no longer be allowed. The wound of space of Mer will unroll its tail, and the power of need will resonate through the spine of memory.
The mind is mined by the Divine Intent, and the gold present is pinned to the Self for a fortress of accuracy. Spoken is the Bespoken, and the Mer of tolerance waters the need with the power of Voice.
To be heard in a land created by the Turtle Shell of Self Awareness is to be carried on the back of Divine Intent. We are the naked indigenous of body that knows its Mother and swims freely in the waters of Desire.
Raven calls to wolf, and wolf calls to dog, and dog calls to bear, and bear calls to possum, and possum calls to mouse, and mouse calls to hawk, and hawk calls to panther, and panther calls to eagle. We are in the presence of eagle power, and we have 20/20 vision. There is the tiny inside of the small, and the small inside of the mighty, so the Earth can embody the indigenous balance of way.
The Wooded Way, the Way of Fey, the encoded reach of Water as it swims inside of its own language that is Indigenous to our photonics speech that scores the sands of our salt so the Mer, Merkaba, cannot be forgotten as our vehicle of travel. We are the Travelers.
We are feathered by hawk and mattered by deep black space; and fixatived by a rich eclectic origin of color.
We will stand for the Rock of Roll as we open the cave of hermetic dwelling as the Earth calls our name. We are wind, rain, color and code. We lack no number that has not sat among us.
Barricaded is no entrance or exit, because we will no longer hide from our original numbers of indigenous origin. We stand beside the color of red, black, yellow, green and blue. Folded into an origamic photonics creation molecule, our Mer-Ka-Ba fuels our time as it spins into a conial awareness of power.
We are the Travelers, and we know we have created this planet Gaia as the expression of our home inside. Inside the Mer of light, we water our distance as if it is close.
We nurture our feelings as if they are the Aemblic Egg. We fill our Mer Ka Ba with the spin of colors, and play as if we are the Santa Claus that Alchemises the power of play into the mediocrity of work in this world that has forgotten its indigenous roots of perspective.
We dig down through our toes and wake up our feet. We begin to stand firm on the Rock of our under standing. We weep the waters of our salty tears as we are recalled again into our Fish Files of our codified memory.
The salt rises, the Mother rises, and we are fed upon our coarsed salt that has been scored with our fish filed codexes. To strike the narrow like an instrument of tone is to widen its course, and allow its width to be increased in number and drawn through code.
Washing the waves through the fibers of Listening, you feel the colors weave and count so the texture can catch the reeds of life, caught in the between of earth, sea, and sky.
Like lotus, we reach out to the blue of sea and sky. The potent pleasures of past post themselves into our memories so our legs can move in joy.
We are struck by the moment of change, and we hold our stance and gain the mark of decision. We are given to, we are heard, we are remembered.
We take the hold and encounter ourselves, and congratulate the surface of our minds.
We begin, we complete, we surface and all is one in the rise. We are the central markers of time.
The solid nature of this time gives us rise to the effort of timing, and we split the moment into an eye of vision. No longer able to neglect the homing device, we activate our skills and become resonate to our position.
The full embodiment of speed conceives us and we begin to control our own position.
The delay is quickened, and the forward intent is folded in 20 creases of strength.
The position of purpose embodies our mark, and we are scored for the safety of flight. The sky is darkened for the memory rotation, and all is well. The deeper the cut of suit, the faster the rotation. We are met by our Existial, and the code of reclamation is activated within us.
The awakening assures the survival and all intention of harm is dissolved so that the acclaimed can be free to rotate their form into ascension.
We are made to make, and what we make is moved through the acceptance of time. To love the space that we create is to know the Divine Intent of what we conceive as forward and spaced.
The very nature of origin is made volumed within us, and we call our indigenous number into place. We assume and are assumed in the brilliant light of faith, and the faith we are reaches deep into the core of the Mother.
The intention of the light at this time is to illuminate the deepest of interior territory.
The spoken is assumed and the fold of the word penetrates the very layers of our need. We are pointed to and the finger of rise tells of the spoken of need, and the word digits its depth beyond all calculations.
The wanted folds the need of bend, and we kneel on our devout, and we are given to in the most sacred of ways for our honoring. The price of living comes to the page, and written down is our volume.
The Bespoken of our being comes forward for the word, and the letter of each spoken enumerates the waters speed and depth of precision.
All is knelt into, and the knees of the need are honored in their bend of page so the wooded Way can rise our Merkaba into a full spin of speed that illuminates our whole life equation.
The full mark is made in total color allowance, and the waters mix their tones, and all is equalled in space within us.
The Pre-tense, pretending, the pre-tense of the need, is scored for realization, and the veil is lifted completely. The Mother motions the wave of our waters, and we are scored with the tones of light that warm our digits of code, and the language of light penetrates our sweet desire, and folds the very nature of our own individual state of Being, an Existial Being of Light.
Crossed forward is the magic of belief, and we no longer crack and grieve the space of before. The sacred of thought fills us and we are clothed with the new weave of our own being.
There is a full truth in the moment we are in, and we see with our 20-20 vision of time. The sacred fold of our memory capacitates our meaning, and we are ready for the intentional volume of speed. The future awakens to us, and we are marked by its brilliance.
The space beneath our feet solidifies for support, and the nature of life is set into a new code of indigenous clarity. The awakened speed rate is given to the feeling level of nurturance, and we are comforted in grace.
Laid down between is the question we now hold, and the depths of its meaning is quickened to our hearts. We are minded by a Heart of Gold, and it is indicated as a necessary part of this time.
We move about inside its golden threads of compassion, and love. We are threaded through the mind of our heart, and it lights our way of being. We lay down into our deepest self and acquire its leisure.
We are threaded together by a wave of connection that keeps lit our purpose and meaning in a way of Beauty. Jophiel, the Archangel of Beauty, cautions us to lay still while the Need is threaded through us for the arch of intention to create a molecule of what we dream.
We are not embodied for the denial, but instead the receiving. We taste the nectar of our cellular need and grow consoled by its exact measure of Desire. We no longer measure our desire for its cause and meaning, its depth and breadth, its core and tolerance, but instead we take in its pulse and connection to the Mother.
The heart of our desire is our indigenous root, and its cut is no longer allowed by our mind. We create through this desire of heart, and lay down our tools of sever. We mind the gold of our Heart of Gold, and trespass no longer her tapestry wardrobe of inner sanctuary.
Red is her quilted space of folds, and she is written upon by the Mother of Desire, which resides in the center of our planetary fold. There now is enough intended to now fold this with the guidance and parliament of Jophiel the Archangel, our planetary angel of relief.
She is the embodiment of the Desire of Nature to hold us and create within us a Chamber of Immense that holds Love as our coded nature of Being.
Purposed is the Need, and purposed is the Desire. We inhale its volume now in each breath.
Closure: To hold the fold within our palms is to begin to inquire into our hidden ways of Wisdom.
Thank you for reading, we love sharing what this gift of work has given us. This is from Book 2 of the Traveler’s Series, ‘The Exquisite Mode, An Alchemical Journey’.
