A story continues

[maggie]

When I used to post on PA, I was helped to write because it was posted. That is why I like forums.

I wrote a story there.
This is just to share it if inviting.

http://projectavalon.net/forum4/showthr ... highlight=

The story continues......

The kind of grid that holds us on our home (who is herself her own planet), is not in lines but twisting and turning.
It starts in the subtle and thickens as we also do,as all in life does.
It makes us look like we look.
It is cooperation.

The whole point is that the old gridding ways were too set in for expansion.
They were brittle and are shed like skin.
We are in a an unknown place, new pattern.
No precedent.

Gaia has no rules to follow.
There is no plan except that endings are not endings.
There always is beginning, taking everything gathered all wrapped up nicely.
This might make some beings nervous?
We can trust the opportunity.
Sophia came breaking the laws already and her way worked.

Sophia particularized and expressing oneself in a singular way began
She is ahead of everyone in her exploring, following her love.

She exploded passionately out of the pleroma.
Her impetuous engagement in her creation changed everything.

She upset the pleroma and shook its core.
No longer central authority, like the radiating out of spreading information to follow amkes sense.
Now there is newness bubbling from all direction, mystery arising from edges of innovation.
An edge like the spiral arm of a little galaxy.
The newness is there on the outskirts of the densest swirling.

All this came form Sophia who congealed as Gaia.
Then she created what had never been.
The beingness is now spread about.
The pleroma is now a distribution.
All this can be read in the story before now.

This is not the fall but the evolution and it continues ever deeper in meaning.
Mother of us all here on earth is expanding.
She has us all wombed in by her graciousness.
We are going with her.

She is also now WITH her beloved Sol in away never before melded.
They are a dyad from the beginning who have been loving like no one has loved EVER.
In pure particular love, they created us. It was magic.
For one another as spirit there was always union.
Now for one another in form and they just must meld. We are pulled by this force as well.
The miracle of that irresistible aura is our love.

All is well for those who live on the farm. One might say they are in a high place.
That's because of who we are.
Mother, Father and us.

The story is of how this is for us.