5th World Coming Together

I watch the One closely this evening as she's followed me. She does, I notice, know very distinct ways. The One and the Council are ritualistic involvement and the One is formidable, and necessary.

She is genetically involved and deals with overlooking the Coming Together. The Council descends Star Nations and early on watch my preparations to work magic interdependently.

It's awesome, I admit to myself, I'm certainly compatible with their nature. At all times there is at least two or three of the Council just circumventing and creating balance. If I step into time, the Council manipulates reality and instantly make offerings. I am contributing freely, to the totality. The thought occurs to me that the One might be an Oracle. However, the psychic rapport is already a 5th World relationship, and Esonknhsendehi still changes. Also, I tell myself, perhaps her metaphysical force, it might open thresholds. True, they had energies that originated in earth. They have even been pleased at the divination form that my ancestry has provided.

I watch the activity of the Council form from my vantage birth as genetically transmitted. I am most impressed by the magical particles of time and by the innumerable pathways that wander among spaced. Small ones maintain first person, but keep holistic family, apparently unique. My ever-present guardians have been reduced to two this evening. I interpret that they are esoteric. One of them is a flame. I watch the individual and find that we are staring at one another with fixed gaze. It becomes an altared consciousness. Who would understand? Someone it becomes in important metaphysical function... Ya'odishiyo. My eyes burn and y spirit calls, and I long to reflect the flame. Throughout, I think, is this ritual?

The Oracle seems to been born to this spiritual calling. This strange sensitive becomes more and more a natural adept, as I watch her. I am reacting to this prophetic role like any other might. The Oracle had found a rare talent very effective in communicating. Of course, she has also discovered that the Guardian Spirits I work with are very successive and were acquired through intensive training. These I have learned to create power with in ritualistic ways. To visualize is a universal prayer, serving the truth, and I must train for important collaborations. So, I utilize my special talent, allowing myself to be guided by the generations. I do so studying, in a trusting fashion, allowing the Oracle to share spiritual responsibility and Ancestral voice.

I now utilize silent communication and interpret human inheritance. The Oracle, still encouraging, follows the night, placing fluency carefully, and covering prophecy with her tests. She builds my fire of observation, and draws logical reasoning around my shoulders. Great One, how adjustment can cause sensation! I have to find full rapport, I think, I'm interpreting vision. I am thoroughly demonstrating the effort to expend genius. Reputation has nearly predicted this moment. Even now, my virtual awareness throbs with every heartbeat. And I must live my beliefs. The path I walk is uncommonly sacred, it is bound to the ways of the Ancients. I realize how fluctuating my role has become, being called to come with the wind, and tap into the spirit realm. I am the flame, and place highly polished obsidian into the vision of responsibility.

At the end of my stimulation, I thread my way back to reality, where Toho'ma raises a conscious eye. I divest myself of prophetic utterances, words of ancient power, and directions of responsibility which I gathered from various gatekeepers. I slide gracefully between history and float with Mo'i.

My relationships with those not of this realm is unique. I know that many people consider Spirit Guides as extensions of themselves. Somehow, perhaps from my own wise grandfather, I had grasped the idea that an awesome partnership of separate connection was more. An extended tradition perpetuates thought.

I have learned more about the Oracle, the memory of the One. She stands on a hill, challenging me.

Challenging me. I discern responsibility. I extend my palms.

It is upward. She is open, like the wind. And I have learned another thing. She recites a prayer, like the mountains.

How do I know this?

I watch.

10/29/07