Wee Union : Together Inside & Out
⇝ Playne ~ One ⇜
“What’s beneath the board?” he asks curiously.
“There’s a fun way to find out.” she flutters.
With hearts surging wildly of mysterious anticipation, everything slows to a climactic still, as the buzzes of a prophetic journey spirals into these moments. Each new pulse embodies deeper frequencies of curiosity, serenely cascading around the presences present.
Being mid noon sharp outlinings of figures are dancing on what appears to be a trivial piece of wood placed upon the chosen way. To the beings engaged in such heartily magical expressions a precious feeling is embodied approaching the phenomenal anomaly. For all honouring curiosity and manifesting what breathes beyond: being of the next world becomes now.
“Is this is the spot?” he questions with a smirk.
“Ha, the question is who gets to lift the board?”
“How about choosing a random game of chance to decide?”
“Sure! ‘Parchment, Stone, Clippers’?” he asks blushingly as this is a game he reveres.
“Ooo that’s a specialty. The Japanese culture of this world says ‘jan-ken-pon’.”
“Is that similar to the original?”
“Of course, the games are similar, yet the synonymous language differs. Ready?”
“Best of three?”
“Where’s the confidence in that statement?” she jokes.
“Fine, to simplify things, just one round.”
“Deal! Tho' before this happens there is something to do.”
“What’s that?”
“Inhale, and exhale, a deep, connected, breath, altogether,” she touts.
Then she opens both arms, leaning right, and wraps around the curvature of the back anchoring into a both shoulder blades simultaneously. He gratefully returns the exchange intertwining upper limbs and melding lower torsos, hugging emphatically as possible.
In that instant a dazzling kaleidoscope of energy mingles synching feet to the grounds beneath. Moving thru stillness a colourful roller coaster of images and emotions marinate the profound gesture.
After only a few seconds, but what feels like aeons of lifetimes, everything gathers into each heart and compounds with a flash of brilliance catapulting each body to the ground onto respective backsides. A surreal rest into more stillness trails the blazing activity fulfilling a silent sereneness.
….
The pervasive hums of insects in the grasses awakens each simultaneously, several hours after the enigmatic embrace. She quickly sits upwards, feeling slightly nauseous and sees him also perceptibly rustling about.
“Is everything okay?”
“Yes, but this head feels tingly and these feet are bouncing.”
“Same.”
“What on earth just happened?”
“Something much grander then us.”
“Is that normal?”
“Well, a hug is a hug, yet that was extra thorough somehow.”
“Everything feels different yet appears familiar. May this be a shift into different bodies?”
Then a voice spoke from within each of them shivering gusts of air sternly whispering, “Woooooooooodddd.”
At the same instant they say, “How did we do… Jinx!”
Did we just use telepathy with each thought bespokenly.
“Maybe,” says the voice, “or could this be the winds?”
“So how are we talking all at once?” spoke thoughts aloud unison again.
“This place we are communicating through is very special, though from one perspective quite seemingly ordinary, this is literally, figuratively, metaphorically, and transformable beyond words. Let the games continue!” says the voice, as the air relaxes.
The tickled couple begins laughing hysterically together.
“This is so neatly strange,” he says.
“What if the wind has always spoke and we were listening to something else?”
“Well that feels much more logical then the experience of that hug!”
“Maybe that activated something energetically. Whatever the source of this, the feeling is incredible.”
“By the imaginative looks of things, the inner compass is spinning in circles. Could these be some type of electromagnetic fluctuations?”
“Or else we’re totally astounding huggers,” she says with a wink.
“Can the figuring be done later to play ‘Stone, Parchment, Clippers’ already?”
“Can the game be skipped to lift the board instead?”
This game feels appropriate to sequence things prior to doing that, for clues as to what to do next.
“Fine. Both hearts jumped while that was said, such signals have been quite assistive thus far… please continue.”
“Ready?” she asks as she goofily presents a fist.
“On three,” he says, then they begin a counting down.
“One, three, two…”
Stone, Stone. Giggles.
“Are we still in unison?”
“Or else we both like selecting and stacking stones.”
“Again,” she says.
“One, three, two…”
Parchment, Parchment. Laughter.
“We do both feel deeply the potentials of parchment ”
“Indeed,” she says. “Third chimes a charm!”
“One, three, two…”
Clippers, Clippers.
“Another crafty tie! Are we too familiar with each other?”
“What if we hold the next breath then go?”
“Ok. Here we go again!”
“One, two, three…”
Stone, Parchment. She shrieks with excitement.
“Chosen fairly squared,” he utters with an exhale and appreciative open palmed shrug.
Continuing to think together without speaking words, confirming mutual thoughts, remembrances occur as to what the playing gestures were for while a calm seriousness pervades the playful tones. She motions quickly towards the board and he watches intriguingly while she bends to lift the simply enigmatic wooden marvel.
Approaching the board, with a pronounced attentive turn, she spontaneously blurts, “Halofestive’Animuses!”
Flipping the board over a low howling bellows from below them, the earths rumble as an expanding hole manifests beneath the board. All that surrounds is being pulled into the centre while widening in the blink of an eye. She looks to him with excitedness on a face as a sweat of nervousness flushes from a glowing body, she resiliently moves towards him with both hands.
Shouting she questions, “Here weeeee gooooo!?”
He stretches for a hand as fingers lace and the now noticeably gargantuan hole draws everything into the centers. He looks over to see how she’s beginning to sparkle and pixelate.
Shouting with all possible gusto he decisively voices, “Remember to breathe!”
In an instant each body experiences the reweaving extrapolating thru the middles of substantial realities being totally enveloped with a luminous blackness. As the reintegrated realms merge the hole spirals into a vanishing point and the setting reanimates completely to original form. The quaint little board firmly resumes a sentient and solitary position among the sacred landscape.
⇝ Playne ~ Two ⇜
The first sensation returning is touch. She can feel the essence of whatever the something is surrounding her, though the memory of what had just happened prior is engrossed by the cozily encapsulating substances. Chaotically comfortable and engaging enough, a tactile awareness of the body she animates is accompanied fully by the space throughout her and this new world.
The next announcing sensation arriving is the deepening sound of a drumming vibration coming from inside and within. A boisterous thump, tha-thump, thump, tha-thump. The thrill of a heart pulsing fully summons her into further deepening presence and she begins accustomizing to this new place. Soon after, a primal nudge to just breathe instigates. An exhale releases with ease and an inhale is encouraged from without by a completely immersive saltine liquid. A seconded inhale begins and she channels a catalyzing breathe thru an open mouth into a feeling belly and stimulating lungs respiring with a streams of oxygentating waters. She is breathing thru fluid. The sensation of temperature quickly tunes into the rest the bodily capacities she awakens. A pliable memory of where she had most recently traveled from cascades the experience of consciousness she witnesses adjoining, with a feast of clearly mineral water, whereby she then questions aloud, internally…
“How is this happening, where is he, where is the surface?”
Promptly every eye fantastically bursts open. Bands of daylight pervade from all directions, while she buoyantly levitates amid the water in a bare skin suit. With the next movements, she pauses to absorb the width, depth and breadth of her spacious womb-like atmosphere. She feels each pluck from the pourings of emotional osmosis flowing and dancing through her until more body signals inspire her to move. With a determined vigour of resolving resolution she gathers all stamina and instinctively begins swimming towards the next arriving dreamscape, calmly, and excitedly relaxed, with each intentional motion.
Finning legs and arms gracefully breach what feels like a new surface, and a grateful head gushes out of the water smoothly with another long drawn, and expansive breath. Several reviving respirations culminate a focus on something beyond the transformational fluids and an equally abundant appreciation for fresh soul touching air. The treading softens as she peers around looking for any clues as to what's to come, when then a flood of bodily waverings manifest.
“All is well!” says a soulful voice.
The voice is reminiscent, and homey, as she ponders where she may have heard such tones.
“May the waters be replenishing everything to be cleansed?”
While feeling abstractly about how interpret such a statement, the reassuring voice tones continue flowing with concentric waves of relaxation, pristinely inviting her to feel the cleanly clarity.
As she touches both eyelids together, the rest of such a shapely body is being gently wrapped by the voluptuous sea grasses now snaking up into among the water. Thanks to the assistances, she begins easily floating. The dynamic water properties absorb into all pores of skin, and so on, while breathing emphatically of appropriately natural innate rhythms. Through a gently gaping mouth, as the belly rises, a lively chest also fills expanding further than capacity. Once fully peaked, she immediately exhales with a elastically smooth huff as every connective joining relaxedly merges, continuously with each breath.
Stronger waves of tranquil pleasure soulfully fill the wholeness of being she's integrating, densely alight, with thorough convergence within, between, without, surrounding, and beyond. Reawakening vitality pours rejuventation thru what she senses as hearts centre circulating to every nook, crevice, corner and expanse of every body. The progressively intensifying connection to the great, grand and gapping effervescent quintessence converges among her to the core of uplifting spirit genuinely reawakened and present.
The chosen duration of these mysterious moments is conceived as an eternity. She stays afloat in this newly integrated sea of tranquility channeling the infinite emancipation of all, nothing, neither and both altogether. The experience moves through the quantum fields flowing about her including any names and forms, being as is, wholly complete. Beyond orgasmically, the absorbed effects thirstily immerse and infuse her with a quenching rawness of totality. The water around her gleams with luminosity as wave after wave ebbs amid the cosmically eternal flowing ocean of continuing possibilities and energetic potentials.
The varieties of kelp-like grass delicately commence a shuffle towards an approaching beach as she feels a subtle sparkle from the depths of a serene rest with feet elegantly situated shore-ward. She smiles as the ride along lands shore. The beach is composed of a glassy rock sharply finer then sewing needles though calmly safe to walk about, as the grasses situate the physical vessel she's now fully embodying on the sovereign beach with a watery kiss of congratulations.
The touching voice returns collectedly asking, “If when chosen may breaths breathe all ways this complete?”
With ears and eyes jolting open again, a fully sensing body fuses the tonal tidal waves of acuity by the noting the importance and affirming the remembrance coinciding with embracing such infinite breaths. Any excessive wetness is intimately beaded away thanks to a penetrably massaging breeze marinating the wondrous beach. The granules of glass enact rooting alignments as she finishes the an exhalation. With a flexibly improving dexterity of all body parts, she gracefully wobbles while wiggling to eventually stand atop both feet simultaneously peering directly into the beautiful rays emanating from the beach, inhaling a vaporous ambience of this home landing.
“And breathe… And breathe… And breathe…”
The phrase reiterates akin to the sounds of shore confirmations multiplying inside, manifesting a resonant presence whom she as heart, body, mind, soul, spirit and being welcome as one.
“Woah!” she announces aloud with a refreshing laugh of celebration.
⇝ Playne ~ Three ⇜
A restful dreaming awakens to an abundant smell of freshly moistened moss and sap percolating the nerves of each nostril. Musical vibrations dance amongst all beingness as the forest energies surrounding him serenely attune new frequencies.
“What else feels this way?,” he wonders, as all awarenesses quaintly return merging further to the wondrous sense of smell. The drummings of pulsing heart are thoroughly convincing, he is by all golden silver platinum means alive as a naked body stretched pristine upon the terrestrial ground base graciously adorning him.
With each breath anew all sensing faculties become clearer to form. The elemental melodies caress a well receiving body, though also marinating the present are visions of a homey hug and the crescendoed flux landing him in this lushly vast realm.
Jumping to both feet quickly, an abrupt curiosity leaps into the him as he bellows aloud, “Where is she?!”
The forest responds to the nervousness seemingly leaning towards him, incubating the questioning with tones of silence. A speeding rush of blood cradles him to the ground once again stimulating the diaphragm to commence breathing deeper. While reacquainting the ever present breath he rolls a massaging forehead back n’ forth along the moss as precious aromas cuddle him as the focus of attention. In a somewhat haphazard fetal position the chest he breathes into swells as tears trickle onto the fertile peat. As momentary bewilderment subsides he soon notices each drip slowly crystallizing into fine translucent deposits while touching the forest floor.
Starling sounds encroach from the cocoon of quietness he is situated as the cawing of birds approaches from a distant tree lined canopy. With wings spread wide weaving in flight, the birds fly fantastically between the sprawl of tree stretched limbs, as the callings draw nearer.
Rolling a still naked body over to glimpse the sounding birds the crystals impress deeply in between the centre of both shoulder blades and send a surprising magneto-electric pulse down into the earth, up throughout the sky and inwardly simultaneously. The outward flashing signals the group of birds who are now streaming directly to the position he rests. Determinedly crawling onto both feet he stands upon the crystallized tear drops inadvertently pushing them into the moss beneath.
The flock of fowl swoop within sight landing on a low-hanging branch nearby. A quartet of birds, appearing in complimentary contrast with wings folded dearly, sit directly in-front of him; one black, another white, a third gray, and the fourth coloured rainbow.
“H’All’Oha!” greets the rainbow bird.
“Ooo, is that a nettle in the match sticks?” questions the black bird.
“With some nerve in the breeze?” adds the white bird.
“Say what sparks a wish out of water?” asks the gray bird.
He pauses a moment for a few breaths to then address the asking responsively.
“In the company of beings such as this, whereby what four one connects one two three?
The birds glance around fidgeting upon the branch giddily. He begins laughing along as the questing fun continues and the chuckling arises.
“Well H’All’Oha, ha ha!” restates the rainbow bird.
“Yet, what of a name?” beckons the black bird.
“And who of a place?” spats the white bird.
“Of which way are the ways thru the forest?” quizzes the gray bird.
Breathing deeply again, feeling an inner pulse bolstering, he furthers the question internally, asking how an expansive solution may arrive.
With an immediate gulp of noted intuition he responds, “As is the calling of here, the point this began, go now, between, among, and so om.”
Silence engulfs everything as the present brews a prolonging instant.
When the birds speak again each word of the reply synchronizes, “That's why as forecast, rooted with flying colours, becomes a special lady of these parts.”
The four birds begin making a symphony of sharendipitous noises moving excitedly as the forest fills with crowds of congruent caws. Catalyzed by claws leaping from the wooden perch, a sweep of bird watched launching commences.
Plopping palms skywards, he calls of the birds asking, “How is she?!”
Stirring tingles, the whispering flap and chirpy flutter of wings faintly bouncing among the tree leaves delivers a sole sounding message.
⇝ Playne ~ Four ⇜
With an inclination to continue walking into the sunshine, she is magnetized towards the mountaineering peaks protruding in the distances. What appears to be glittering snowy ash adorns the tops of ambient glowing peaks lit by the sunny source shining all around.
Wide open meadows hug the black beach outlining the glassy waters stirring a salty churning soup. An assortment of dazzling plants and flowers cascade the picturesque scene diffusing scents with voluptuous pheromones galore. The juicy perfume dances into both nostrils, accentuating the tender dotting steps she chooses towards whatever is becoming.
She notices an abrupt bluff of trees puffing beyong the meadowy landscape and steers into that direction. Fully embodied now and finely aware of internal temperatures she senses that soon some grounding may reprieve the escalating heat of the glistening paradise present.
After walking deeper into the meadow she is drawn towards the warmth emitting from radiating bones in this neatly penetrating sun. Under these circumstances she might typically sweat from external pores yet the process is reversing and the body is cooling from the inside out with each whirling of breath. A drying mouth from the porous flowers draws thirsting for an offering of liquid crystal water.
The wind swirls in the meadow as two naked feet slide along the growing grass blades comforting gentle steps ahead. As she coasts by, the flowers lean in to touch her with presence, guiding the directions onward while swaying with mystical ease in the breeze.
Filaments of energy from the effusive environment recharge all that she is feeling. The walking pace quickens into a frolic with hair, arms, hips and legs gallivanting amid the rest of the body forth-ward. Soon, she spins and twirls in sync with all the flowery choreography and the complimentary supportive ground.
The blood inside a plethora of arteries and veins variably spirals a constant bounty of endorphins serenading precious life essences within her. Nude, she nears the exposed bluff of trees with mouth open and tongue slightly coiled from a thirsting yap. Entering the brush, the branching thickness moves aside while both hands magically sweep away the branches gently parting the bluff to entice further entry.
With branches ticklishly brushing delicate skin, entering the centre of the meadowy sanctum, the somewhat goofy sound of a handsome creature with a tongue lapping liquid from a pristine pond echoes thru the vibrant stillness. Attentive to the entry point, the boisterous head lifts with a flexing body, widening each ear intuitively listening and accompanied by nostrils showing full attention. She gawks at the majesty of the being situated among the primordial pond. Covered with a lushly manicured coat of dazzling spectrums of energized hairs, behooved with a wild mane and finessed frame. Mist billows from both sets of nostrils in the moist humidity emanating from the area.
Instinctively she speaks, “Shhhh, be calm.”
“Is that directed this way or to the streaking beauty?” asks the dazzling four legged foal.
“Without moving lips how does…”
Replying before she finishes the question, “The answer is already answering dear. Anymore questions; or is a sharing of drink fancied from this here pond?”
Scurrying to the water she cups the liquidity with supple hands and then drinks while bending appropriately into position. Some liquid spills over and about a politely gulping face and assistive chest as a refreshing crispness tingles inside a gulping throat pulsing goosebumps all over inside every bit of exposed flesh.
“This tastes incredible!”
“As a chatter of fact, being fed by springs thru summer, and what falls thru winter may have something to do with that,” says the creature while poking a lengthy tongue outwards.
Giggling out-loud she drinks some more, splashing playfully with dripping remnants amid once cupped hands.
“That insistent heat is sure something,” she proclaims, “This chance to hydrate is much appreciated.”
“The heat of the inner sun burns rather differently than in the outer worlds, especially as is currently coloured. Soon the shifting setting will blend new hues, that is when the ride happens,” speaks the accompanying voice. “And yes, that very mountain there, if choosing to continue of course.”
“But how…”
“Communication has always existed such as this. Is there memory from the airy tales speaking of before?”
“The memory bells are ringing, but is this the same…”
“Yes dear heart! Could this verily be something in the water?” said the creature while eloquently dipping down for another splashy drink from the liquid source.
“Is there anywhere to find some clothing near by?” she asks shivering intermittently.
“If further warming is required, what happens whilst imagining warmth being sent throughout the body from the heart centering spark?”
“Well imagining is easy enough, tho’ with some clothes things would certainly get warmer.”
“This may be so,” says the wise creature, “yet what if?”
With thanks for the hinting guidance she imagines warming from within, and recollects how the sun may do something similar during the walk through the meadow. Slowly she feels an inner barometer spinning and the internal temperature rising as requested.
“Something is happening!” she exclaims, “some clothes would still be nice. This birthday suit feels so free, but a beautiful summer dress full of colour may feel spectacular now as well.”
She imagines pirouetting in a simple yet bright summers dress, spinning dreamily as the dress neatly pairs with bodily movements. Conducting the folky song of a spontaneous dancer she mimics the motions imaginatively with that of a matching body. Then turning with open eyes to the lovely creature she sees, draping on branches behind, the dress she had been fantasizing about, sized perfectly.
“Are there any limits to this?” she asks yet again.
“That all depends.”
She studies the dress while approaching and feeling the tactility, thumbing and pinching the material to ensure actuality. She slips the garment up and over a smiling head and through arm holes while the dress flows down along the curvature of an electrifying body with a finalizing bounce of realness.
“What about some shoes?”
“Barefoot feels so connectively neat, the shoes might be better abstained of for now.”
“Guess who’s matching!” laughs the jubilant creature, while showcasing each bare hoof in synchronizing rhythm.
“How fast are those?” she questions with a playful smile.
“What a silly question. Hop on! The sun has turned the final hue and now a spirited ride commences, if the lady chooses.”
“Where is the riding thru to?”
“Wherever answers the calls of every pointing sole and beyond!”
The creature dips a front flank as she instinctively springs forward swinging up and onto the properly poised back. Hugging the rusty mane of threadlike hairs an energetic symbiosis saddles both bodies altogether. Darting valorously out from the tree brush curling aside, an arching tunnel-way manifests while prancing together into the picturesque whole of the magnetizing mountains.
⇝ Playne ~ Five ⇜
Observing the fractal extensions of the woodlands hugging tightly, the impetus for a guiding sign is asked of from within to guide the next movements. In the immediacy, he remembers another maneuver for manifesting a way. With both physical eyes sealed firmly, the inner eye begins steering guidance spinning the connected body in circles. As the spinning completes, both arms and legs commence into motion while he quickly moves into a slowly widening spiral pattern.
Spreading both eyelids anew, the first flash of substance is a mossy low-hanging branch the birds had once perched atop. Then, that enigmatic branch makes contact with him square across the chest and both legs fly into the air as though goofily slipping on ice. Snapping with a dry crunch from the trunk, the branch plops directly onto a respiring diaphragm surfacing the oxygen from an quickly emptying abdomen. Bellied insides glow with spontaneity as tingling sensastions steady between all ribs. The only sound he can make is a flabbergast chuckle that eventually spills into an outburst of laughter. A few tears roll from each eye and crystals fall to the forest floor, similar to the ones produced earlier now sparked by this soon to be happy accident.
“How bizarre!” he speaks aloud palming the tiny fragments made manifest while peering into the intricate crystalline structures.
The crystal reflects the ground sideways and within the facing facets he sees the transformed branch standing vertically. A premonition flows through him hinting how the branch could potentially further transform into a walking stick for the journey forth coming. A gentle vibration at heart centre, with thanks to the tree, grants an acknowledgement of what may be done. In examining the joins of perhaps a new walking apparatus, he notices a hollowed pocket naturally formed atop the crisp wood ring core. A creative inkling to fill the space of the stick with crystals then comes into focus recommending the sentimental gifts be placed in the eccentrically crafted wooden cache. He gathers and collects the recently crafted crystals, funneling each piece from a hand into the cache of the stick. Walking back towards to the original trove of bejeweled tears, he fills the branch with all the anomalous gems.
“Hmm, what could fit completely snug in here?” he asks amid silence.
Both feet tingle twitching and he tilts downward seeing the abundance of moss sticking between each toe.
“Aha, of course!” he exalts.
Bending over, he asks the moss if a new home is welcomed and receives confirmation as both feet buzz with approval. Thanking the forest floor with a kiss of gratitude, he delicately peels a handful moss. While steadily grounding the stick, the complimentary terrestrial extremity is now completely adorned as a magically inspired walking stick.
“Woo hoo who!?” he bellows while raising the stick with outstretched arms.
A breath urges encouragement of arriving to where he is soon to be. Again, the question stirs of a choice in direction. With inspiration from the assistive magickal companion he points the walking stick outwards while magically fanning about in a continuous circle. A quarter turn into a seconded spin something jumps into awareness. The branches resting in a nearly direct line with the stick are slightly askew suggesting an ethereal realized path. While without foot prints, cobble stones and hand rails, there is however a magnetic sense of energy flowing along the way presenting.
Again he puts the large stick into action waving a wild pattern where the trees referenced a path while chanting on impulse, “PresencesHappeness!”
Flowing yet surely the branches shift creating a spectacular path sweeping space thru the midst of the fantastic forest. Then smiling awesomely while humming along he begins a walkabout adventuring into the terrestrial-likened abyss.
He walks and hops listening to the mystical melodies of the vegetation shaping the lands. He notices different plants and trees singing songs familiar to one another yet each in unique tuning, noting and scaling. The different varieties host tones for specific areas of the forest while sounding altogether like songs of a grand compilation, gratefully resonating. A sensation of beauty abounds as the melodies are coalesced by the frequency from his core for nourishment to fuel further travel. The notion of a treat tantalizes every taste-bud with saliva and readies the purring abdomen. A few strides thereafter, imagining tasting a treat to be announced, he nearly steps upon a patch of sinewy translucent mushrooms. The fungi are stringy with tiny caps and stands like surreal ornaments. Studying the specimens, he grips the walking stick in a relaxing manner when he feels an affectionate vibration.
He kneels and speaks to the mushrooms, “Is this well to eat?”
Growing a nudging amount in response to the question, the mushrooms nudge nearer with each breath. Inhaling deeply, while investigating the soil, smelling for further evidence, a shiver wiggles along each spinal vertebrae forming a welcomed invitation from the alluring scents. He gingerly gathers the choice specimens, excited to commune with and savour such delicacies.
Gesturing with the fungi in both hands abreast and centre, he voices in rhythm, “Thanks be, thanks be, thanks be!”
Tasting the textures, an impeccable flavour fills a mouth dancing with a lively tongue thru earthly festive world of homey flavours. Electrical pulses reverberate throughout a fruiting body surging to the lengths of every rippling nerve.
“Whoa!!!” he sings aloud.
Delicately maneuvering thru mouthfuls of the abundant mushrooms, the thanks filled communing continues. Eventually, after a resonant signal of completion for now by a rejuvenated body with wholehearted appetites, he recommences the venturing further with refreshed cadence.
A focalizing cluster of trees juts from the enchanting path showcasing a quaint passageway thru the middle. With fascinated hands on the embarking entrance, he feels the inviting textures and responses guiding forward. Peering inside the nave of the fibrous network, he notices an endearing garment resting naturally and readied for the arrival of company. Sliding beyond the extensive array of silky wet webs, he moves with presence thru the gap into the innermost centre of such a wildly endearing anomaly. Touching what seams to be a tunic, a texture of silk-like weaving engages throbbing skin receptors with each finger touching tip and more. As the initial contacts shift he is drawn to something rolled inside the covering hood. Gracefully planting the stick within the nook, he delicately stretches out both hands to gather the wee message resting in the form of a scroll which he spreads wholly wide open.
Reading aloud he speaks as letters begin forming words as becoming, “Spiraling threads of being, combine a new chorus of whole, offering of this sacred felt way, here presented are sensitive strands as chose…”
In continuance, as the message concludes the connective transcription transforms into metamorphosing burst of sparkling sparkles embedding into and among the all surrounding atmosphere holistically present. Smiling, he navigates the suited silken sinews as the fabulous tunic material slides across a poised head, as shoulders are touchingly graced, stretching toward both well rooted feet. While smoothly flipping the mystical tunic hood, he feels guided to bow as palms handily merge hugging in sensuous gestures of totally engaged thanks altogether.
⇝ Playne ~ Six ⇜
Streaming through the spacious meadow, the radically coloured day setting hues playfully mix and dash adaptingly in the backgrounds. A galloping rhythm thuds softly among the grounds beneath the thrust of the creature pulsating throughout a toned and supple physique.
“As night awakens, this ride may have to begin anew,” speaks the horse, “Once upon far as possible, down by foot shall befit the rest.”
The traversing begins as the meadow transforms from flowing grassy constituents to more rocky spotted ember soils. The galloping steadies in tones, cruising among quickly populating trees growing denser as the climbing continues. The creature strides confidently jiving movements and motions while bouncing along and revering the purposeful journey.
Traversing the compact mountain a biologically formed rock bridge is being approached leading directly to the grandest ridges in the ranges. While passing over the platform the creature slows, pausing in the centre of the bridge. The luminous orb setting daylight nestles near the landscaping horizons as the beautiful scenery floats suspended for what feels like an aeon, relatively speaking.
“This bridge is solely designed to be cross-able this way once, and there’s a little further to go. Speak now or…”
“Giddy enough!” she says interrupting the creature.
The creature raises front haunches rearing upwards again then trots onward to complete the reverently mysterious crossing.
Stepping beyond the bridge, the stones of old tumble fumbling into the previously hoisting gorge in a gently thunderous release. The depths rumble through the body of the creature riding strikingly focused and forward. She turns around to watch the bridge transforming, grinning giggly with grateful surprise.
“What beyond earth was that?” she asks.
The creature responds with a guttural chorus of animated laughter.
The tantamount figure of the mountain sharpens with the elevation and the brilliant skies are begin altering quickly. With dusk infringing, the ride halts near a somewhat discreet entrance gashed into the side of the rock strata. Massaging multidimensional memories, there are some esoteric carvings etched into the stones welcoming the presence she arrives with. The body of the courteous creature affirmatively dips as she gracefully plops off landing barefoot on the chalky greyish ground. While feeling somewhat sturdy as both feet touch to the dropping point, she feels a funny buzzing tickle in the belly of the body she’s sensing within. Nearly thereafter, impressive swarms of multi-coloured dragonflies burst from an slender opening from inside the cavernous entry.
The creature exalts, “If as chosen, rest well tonight, and thanks for this dear honour.”
Cutely nudging a snout into a smiling cheek, the creature snorts, and with a goofy tongue licks a sensitively attuned ear.
“But what about saying…”
“Until then is when as now again next, cheerio!”
The creature rides off in puffing wafts of dusts, as the concluding slivers of luminosity arc beyond the edges of this newly witnessed world completing another transiting shift.
She turns around to the cave opening, noticing how intrinsically constructed the arching way appears. The mountain looks as though organically crafted with natural skills to prepare this entry to awaken awe as a segue to passage. Around the entry, rocks are finely stacked showcasing a rather ancient feeling passageway. She delicately brushes all fingers across the pronounced lettering on the rock slab. The letters seem to extend directly from the stone with ultra fine finishing. Further enacting slim tactile fingers, she presses firmer while noticing glowing sheens of imaginative hues akin to the recent shimmering setting connected among land and sky.
Now she feels the expansion of a pulsing heart within as vibracious tingles kindle with a multitude of emotions infusing gratefulness for all that’s wholly become. After shuffling a few steps forward, she pauses momentarily. The sovereign sounds echoing of both feet amplify in the cavern entering unbeknownst. Greeted by cool calming drafts and the meditative placings of feet, a pin-pointing triangle representing the doorway spins and morphs until silently engulfed by nothingness. Swirling signals cascade through all nerves within her prompting further proceeding with presence into the hallowed inner depths. A plethora of glandular secretions begin circulating through her, magnifying the breathing she feels rooting upliftings. The completely resounding sounds of all steps remain as the only external stimulus, accompanying the vastness of the inner world she now enters.
“Where is this isness going?” she inaudibly questions.
Both thymus and lungs answer the pondering hinting she relax by filling the diaphragm. She feels another warming sensation in the abdomen, more reassuring in this instance, as another buzzed fluttering commences tinglings within. Almost immediately following the fluttered annunciation encore, whimsical wings dust her across the face, arms and legs tickling the way she loves to giggle.
“Maybe those are moths of the tummy,” she says with further giggles which penetrate all around.
From the expansive formulations of hearty echoings, the cavern mappings feel quite immense. The air smells of a neutralizing freshness gliding thru the whiskers of each nosing hair, so she inhales another deepening breath filling to capacity. Like in the waters earlier, she inhales feeling down into the belly first, while gradually filling up into the lungs, exhaling with ease relaxedly, then choosing to motion on-wards. Just before another breath begins, a sultry shriek cracks the silencing as she bumps a toe on something solid making a clattering noise in the midst of seaming nothingness. Both ears ring with the shrill chilling echoes tho’ nothing else wavers, and the attention she’s focusing intensifies once more.
“What’s here and there?” she asks awaiting any sort of stirring.
Offering both hands outwards she waves about exploring the spaceciousness. Shuffling both feet she again prompts contact as a clattering sounds commence. Balancing the feelings she’s noticing, she then kneels and brushes around with both hands along the surface until a smooth densely object is felt, similar to what one may guess as stone but more porous and intriguingly softer. As one hand motions back and forth an oblong shape decidedly larger than a sole hand is detected. One end has a bulbous capping and another thickens adjoining to what she estimates measures more than a foot. Realizing what is being caressed, each hand along with she and body as a whole wince momentarily as she gasps, lengthening into a standing position. The mysterious leg of a skeleton beyond flesh subtly calls into her the next story arriving. Inviting a series of elongating breaths, she moves on-wards again to continue feeling more of the parted bodies. Nearing further she bumps feet with a body then inadvertently tumbles the frame spread amid the ground with exceptionally silly graces and open palms propped outwards gently cushioning any impact. A louder clambering of bones follows as she stirs many stoic bodies situated among the cave of resting quarters.
The only mouthed sounds now are groaning giggles as she internally recognizes the profundity of what really happened. She is positioned perpendicular and palpably present with the obvious fact she’s potentially surrounded by a vast audience of naked bones and continues laughing sporadically. She chuckles wildly crazed with amazement of the aware possibilities imagining what anybody else may have been thinking as she weaved about so gracefully fumbling thru all the introductory impressions into what rapidly manifested as an enigmatic repository of naturally preserved memories resurfacing anew.
A homey voice then speaks, “Thanks for the divine comedy show, such playfulness here is very much welcomed.”
While spreading n’ wiggling all bare toes situated in the bed of bones middle, sitting stilled, she replies, “These hoofs are born curious! What is this place?”
“This is where many vessels are curated for beings ready to transform and shift realms along the way,” explains the voice.
“But this world is kind of incredible, who would want to leave?”
Then she intuitively feels precognitive remembrances of him.
“Ah ha, is somebody near n' dear in another space too?" asks the voice.
“Yes. Did magical creatures assist in transporting everybody as well?”
“Each may choose to arrive here by various means, and as of these moments that’s why here is here. What now?”
Nestled among the discrete remains she places both hands onto a frisky heart enacting inner whiskers, eyes, ears, sensing and more, to investigate the inklings of deepening soul. Merging the energies and inspirations from experiences guiding her thru all the regions to this instant, what is to manifest next becomes evident. An instinctual song begins arising from the innate recesses of a dear heart gifted with a readiness to sing. She opens both lips while fondling a skeletal piece with both hands, invoking the width and breadth of all diaphragmatic faculties. With everything she can generate, as the energy moves into the heart and beyond, she expresses a potent chanting of notably derived hums vibrating through to the very foundations all that surrounds.
An amplified chorus of ensembles join in the glorious humming and a resounding rumbling quakes from the crux of the terrains. Rocky fragments are heard and felt crumbling, whizzing, and booming within the collapsing vestiges. While internally wondering what to do now, suddenly, in the instant of another soulfully inspired breath, thereafter a morphing pinhole materializes shining blazing bands of luminosity into the cavernous features. From all directions she senses the grounding gap widening as she intuitively readies for the next world. Into the portal of divine light she is lifted along with the rest of the bones singing and floating along. While integratively experiencing the ride with and among everybody else connected in that moment, sensing lucidly with astonishment, she transcendently witnesses the isness she once thought she was fusing fully into the lustrous oneness of a triumphant source wholly encircling.
⇝ Playne ~ Seven ⇜
Embodied in the arachnid tunic, he shares thanks for what all the inner sensations arising from the soulful depths. The neon spotted spiders of this particular nook motion nearer to him from intricate latticed homes in an attentive gesture of sœw long shared well for now. An assortment of shapes, sizes and colours cascade across each glinting webs, signifying a full spectrum presence anointed. Placing both hands together touching at heart centre he finishes a ritualistic offering of gratitude and then stands, courting the memorable walking stick, so to continue onward, grateful for the profound fractal presence of spidering spirits.
The webbed tunic he dons is truly thoroughly befitting and breathes easily with him, wicking away any excess moisture felt in the foggy densities during this trek of the woods. Moving with fluidity, he experiments amid meandering motions in playfully inspired combinations of movement, directing the elongated baton with accompanying hands rhythmically. When he readies for the walking adventure to continue more empathically emphatic, a clearly announcing elemental musical score now accompanies him aloud. The continuous and spontaneous melodies of the forest interface with the movements he chooses, enacting helical threads of energies being spontaneously weaved altogether inside and out.
Whilst walking, he passes an especially noticeable tree appearing somewhat crooked compared to the norm. When he approaches the curious oddity, music circulating inside of each ear fluctuates slightly normalizing once passing by. The ripples of sound nimbly bounce throughout the culmination of hearing vessels attuning. Temporarily pausing footsteps onward, he moves backwards syncing again with the deviating tree, reversing tracks respectively. With complete presence additional curiously fascinating results are replicated anew twice more as he experiments back n' forth with the notable broadcasting tree resonances.
The coherent trunk inquiry furthers while employing the wholeness of both introspectively inspecting hands. Touching the roughly textured husk, shudders gingerly swell throughout each skin cell. Coaxed by a holistically insistent body he eventually snuggles into the tree with an endearing hug. Squeezing the sizeable mast with affection, the lucidity of the inner chorus enamours both ear drums with grounding thuds of mighty clarity. Enthralled by the internal rhythms, he intimately melds coupling into being at present, listening and gently singing along.
When after just enough, he sounds a quipping query aloud, “What is this tree-ladened wizardry?”
He taps the trunk with the bejeweled stick, and a incredible shock-wave bellows billowing from the tree, momentarily stimulating the forest salience. Promptly, as the waves began the rippling fluctuations merge again into another natural serene state.
Peering around and beyond the trees, an expanse now reveals a make-shift shelter nested in the spaciousness. Buoyant smoke swells from a rugged stone chimney centered in the roofing creating an enchanting musky perimeter. The quaint dwelling is sporadically cloaked by a runic translucent haze drifting among the trees nonchalantly.
“Where did this come from?” he questions wondrously.
All toes and soles soften into the lushness of the soil as a ticklish heart encourages venturing inwards and greeting whom or whatever is tending to the fire. Beginning a continuance into the infatuating landscape, he observes each step while admiring a concentrated variety of plants situated around what feels akin to the homiest of homes. All sorts of shapes and sizes as well as newly imagined specimens saturate him with information while witnessing such immaculate physical expressions consciousness being newly experienced.
As he approaches the terrestrial oasis-like building, he notices he's walking amid an alternate approach. With steps so very gentle he proceeds advancing gracefully. Walking along side the naturally fashioned walls, he glides fingers and palms over the crafty architecture. Intuitively, he props the stick leaning supported by the structure before turning the corner to view inside of the elaborately constructed hut. An epic aroma flys into both nostrils as a handsome fire houses a modest steaming pot hanging quietly, kissed by dancing flames. Esoteric symbols decorating the outside of the pot magically dazzle while glowing in wispy tips of warming heat.
Amid a rustic corner behind the fire seats a seemingly elderly woman draped by a colourfully ornate patterned blanket. Inching nearer invitingly, he observes her attentively, deciding if she is still dreaming alive. A hearty resonating vibrates with alignment as he senses another pulsing heart breathing. Moving nearer to her, in slowing motion, like a cat and dog embodying patience and focus. Both lips pucker to announce arrival, tho’ as the first words shapes on the tip of a speaking tongue, a surprising salutation greets first.
“Heylo!” says the woman bouncing forward in position, with eyes remaining sealed and a candid smile on a characteristically face filled with resemblance.
He inhales expressly, deepening at first, then a laughing belly combines with a gushing heart and a youthfully relaxed exhale. The woman joins the laughter, rolling wave for wave with him until a more formal salutation commences.
“Welcome, Welcome!” the woman announces while opening all eyes. “Luckily prior and thanks to meditatively napping, preparations are intact. Still, what a surprise and honour to meet again in this way!
Feeling a palpable reminiscence to her, he asks, “Has this meeting happened already?”
“That question may be responded to in many ways, tho’ how ‘bout a hug first?”
She opens caped arms, standing from being seated, showcasing the intricate fractal depths of the blanket wrapping the form accompanying her. He readies into the co~connective invitation and a impact-fully appreciated hug transpires. As the blanket encircles like a curtain, a whirling confluence of inflections surge from the gestured melding point of hearts, minds, and bodies, enlivening the soulful fire housing the symbolically decorated pot with inspiredly emphasized colour shifting shimmers.
After the chosen hugging completes, both remain silent in integrative appreciation of the casual sensations and experiences. A festive confidence is assured from within each as the appropriated revealings and customary honours are wholly felt of the mysteriousness arriving together. Plenty inter-playing inklings of intrigue land and surface for both beings regarding what curiousness may happen to occur at present.
Summoning a question from the silence she speaks, “How do the spider silks feel?”
“Haha, naturally of course! This dashing tunic feels thankfully flexible and fits remarkably well.”
“Congratulations! That is very sensitive material, weaved exquisitely by some exotically talented creatures recently. To witness the crafty tunic fitting so aptly is quite splendid!”
In mutual accordance, the spider silk continues webbing into all skin pores connectively melding more with every breath into the organic garment he already embodies. The pairing of both manifested creations share an innate intuitiveness and the ability to deeply feel and expansively sense the surrounding vicinity with clarifying vividness. Redeeming such wakeful dreamy threads fulfilled with presence, he gracefully and fluidly connects to the whimsical whorls oscillating from the near hearty strums of within.
“Is this being awake?” he asks.
“Could the same thing be said when falling asleep?” retorts the woman.
“So how does the dreaming become fully?”
“By becoming the dream, might the dream be being?”
“Huh!?”
“If a pine-cone journeys to the forest floor, does the wee sapling feel the rings of the tree embarking as source?
“That’s quite the question,” he renounces into a position of rest while turning front and centre to the fire, situating on the ground.
“Ahh. Some in-of-this-world tea is brewing. How about playfully pondering further with a nourishing cup?”
“Is that what’s boiling? Sure, the smell is deliciously tantalizing. Thanks Ma’am!”
“This is a special blend, made during some profound seasons to spirit the deepest questions of the soul.” she says while gathering a pair of cups from the stowage corner.
“What does a season represent here?”
While dipping a worthy chalice in the bubbling serum a statement returns, “That word means some unique things to many beings, but here such a word is simply a reminder of imaginably conceivable duration.” claims the woman.
“Oh. All right, left, and center then” says he, changing course again asks, “So, what’s in the tea?”
“Can all this be discussed after the shared experience together?” requisitions the woman while passing him the brew.
He stares deeply into the generous communal offering while cupping the smooth inviting surface with focused solidarity. The reflections he sees wave kaleidoscopically on the imaging cast throughout the steaming liquid. The neatly contained steeping puddle casually draws all reflective faces into the centering point of the cup. Whirling with excitement thanks to such a strangely cozy kind of magick in between both palms, the effervescent chalice soothes all questions for this welcoming woman of land and beyond.
“When the warmth feels cool enough, if as ready, cheers and thanks be!”
He sits engulfed by the steam rising into both nostrils emboldened with the liquid movements spiraling in every direction. Alternating perceptions between the sparking flames and the cup, shifting irises begin dilating into internalized visions. The visceral beauty of the inner world expansively transforms the remnants previously absorbed. Now, he focuses inward on the elemental essences radiating with thanks to the tea,a belovedly kind lady, circulating breaths, and the fire chumming so reverently.
Readied as he is, the cup raises to both lips and he subtly slurps the celebratious concoction. A pervasive smell of florid herbs, modestly sweet n’ robustly sour berries and brawny bitter barks waft into both mouth and sinus relaxing him to the point of barely beholden to the tea intact. The woman giggles with amusement at the oozing look on the face of a silly smiling boy. Determined to carry on slurping, half the cup fluid is then drank of downing the contents gratefully. The texture tingles into a gulping jaw line and tickles teeth and gums. As the mixture swirls down the channels into a friendly absorbent stomach, a spiral of smoothness spins soothingly saturating the inside core of him and out to every fiber of the vessel he wakefully embodies. With tongue curls of approval from the newly consecrating flavours, he feels the tea vibrating around the entirely of blood within him, stimulating muscles, tissues, sinews and bones, cleansing even tongue buds, while the necessary insides begin a sort of energetic dancing. The remaining tea is then poured out onto the ground in a offertory spiral, and he stretches out onto the ground resting the cup nearby with arms stretching horizontally, palms up, with feet spaced, and the hearth of the fire centred safely between both human hooves.
In an ever-present sanctuary among the inner worlds he invites forth a song that is playing inside, strengthening with clarity, as the tea invigorates with a calming attentiveness, and an excited to rest body fully amplifies the frequencies. Soon another chorus of exclamation reverberates the music gyrating energy that jives to an original signature song heard clearer and clearer. Intensified further by a complimentary sense of deja vu, deeply listening, many re-collective instants of the present tune realizes play, wholeheartedly metamorphosing with everyone of the dearly revered breaths breathed, and breathed, and breathed.
⇝ Playne ~ Eight ⇜
Travelling deeper and deeper into the transient portal, the many layers of the body she spirited begins melding into the endless enormity of energy present as each inception pointing generates extra-sensory washes of renewal. Casual tracings of physicality whisk away, then a bubbling fractallic atmosphere engulfs all that is being experienced. By focusing on one brancing of the current psychedelic reality each attentive choice creates a zooming effect drawing awareness into that particular area. In succession, she chooses select branches while moving thru the always accessible centre point, farther and further into the soulful cosmos. Soon the only feature present of consciousness is a silent incubation of awesomeness, and a wholly omnipotent feeling of pure potential.
The pause breathes until completion completely completes, and a breathable presence beyond essence then surrounds awakening entirely. A supreme buzzing vibrates a cascading frequency into the being becoming, and becoming of being at the very moment of all moments. Attuning to the energetic totality, she becomes the isness all surrounding and the presence becomes a simply immaculate embodiment of eternal beingness. As this central source spawns with the present fabric of now, a gloriously pulsing inner sanctum embodies the omniversal possibilities in the middles of vital viscosity. Inflecting a sense of flux, being further to being, as the breaths of such a home whole and infinite, an initial sense then emerges; the wondrous smell of everything, all through a super saturated instant.
In a hearty swirling sweep of a wavy shifting, the smell condenses immensely immersive until one distinctly unique fragrance actualizes from the aethers and plasmas. A pungent yet soothing oily scent and a mystical texture of earthiness arouses a reawakened concentration of anatomy gasping with surprise. The remarkable whiff wraps around what feels like a refreshingly tingly spine with rooting waves of wandering wonder. She realizes she now embodies a transformed physical vessel and quickly the abundance of senses ignite and align coming to life. She feels a wowing sacredness emoting from an expansive simplicity of monumental aliveness. Still noticing whimsical plasma arcs, lines, curves and spirals interweaving fractal tapestries of the moment, with all eyes open, she sees long pointed fingers gently encircling a cup seated upon a cozy lap. With both feet resting on the soil, a rustic setting crackles with the nostalgic intimacy of home.
Intuitively she recognizes a sovereign soulfulness which then indicates a dear companion near by. Innately choosing to stand, an internalizing pulse enamours her lovingly as a beloved human being appears across the fire. A young boy in a tunic rests seemingly dreaming while sprawling neatly nurtured among the ground, smiling, resting, breathing fulfillingly and relaxed. In between that spacey mixing of fire, water, earth, air and everything else surrounding, a pot engraved with esoteric symbols is transmitting a sentimental resonance. She softly shuffles towards the boy with arm opening motions gesturing a pronounced contacting occur. A hugging of hearts while irises meet is felt in waving skin currents signalling more communication becoming.
Telepathically she asks, “What’s cooking?”
“A foolish blend of deliciousness,” responds the silent boy, “What form of talking is this?”
In tandem with the question, a ‘deja vu’ like experience of a dream where a horse is speaking with her in this way materializes at the forefront of the awareness she is witnessing staged within the centre of envisioned periphery. Intrigued by the situation and how to proceed, a sudden synchronous pulse of energy flows out from the silence instigating a laughingly primal yet consciously active scream.
Waaaaayyyaaaaahhhhhhh!!!
The boy screams along with her in fun.
Inclined to speak aloud she asks, “What was that?”
“Is this a strange joke of sum kind?”
“Who is supposed to home the answers here?”
“Seriously?”
“Oh, boy!”
“How about a fresh start?
“Of course. May a wee game be played?”
“Okay, witch game?”
“Guide and greet?”
“That sounds, somewhat, synonymous, sure…”
She feels magnetized to the divinely familiar and intriguing boy accompanying her so devotedly beloved on this newly renewing yet nostalgically notable journey and harmonizes with the wholeness of who he may be beneath and beyond such forms. The wonderings conclude with another choice to come again into now, into the moments, as a chance to reacquaint who he really truly is anew altogether.
⇝ Playne ~ Nine ⇜
Each then stand together from being seated, feeling equal with excitement to play he begins speaking.
“Oh, grab the walking stick, that may come in handy,” says the boy.
“What walking stick?!”
“The one resting over there,” he states while gesturing to where he entered earlier.
She noses around the corner and clasps the rustic stick taking notice of the fuzzy moss topping. One hand instinctively brushes across the ticklish lushness and she feels a shiver spiral downwards into the spine to which she is connected. An effervescent whorl dances around the pelvis and down each leg as would lightning connecting the ground with skies above, below and all between. Squeezing for the stick, the organic rod snaps like a magnet to both outstretched palms simultaneously. Smiling with giddy appreciation, she playfully bounces on over alongside the curious boy also walking with a bounce of assurence. As she arrives beside him both footsteps begin softening with each pressing of the terrestrial floor. The density of the ground beneath becomes jelly-like feeling and increasingly playful with each step. From inside of the depths of each joint compression releases and deep inner sensings excite further with a magickal vitality vibrating all embodied nerves. She raises the stick and kisses the hallowed branch, sharing a honourary expression of thanks. Motioning the stick to the bosom at the center of her another energetic gushing instigates once again, tho further pronounced in this instance, moving in ripples outwards from where she homes the lively thumping centered nexus pulsing with aliveness.
Parting the domains of the intentionally subtle cocoon relaxedly outlined by the forest, the boy walks onto a path where the trees have grown accordingly as guided by the smudging haze of smoke wafting in succession from the savoury smudging fire-pit.
“Hear, over here,” he shouts exuberantly.
Meandering across the widely spaced tapestry of flattened stones she's guided by the stick coinciding with the positioning placement from each step to the next. Vision focuses on the ground while entrusting the sacred stick. She is completely focused from within the meditative journey until hearing a silent pause in the action. When she looks upwards she sees him standing in front of an arched solitary structure mysteriously placed in a circular clearing of trees. The monument is wholly nested amid the natural elements, built of stone, wrapped with vines stretching from the forest floors with ornately covered surfaces akin to a vessel adorned by coral reef gardens of the seas.
Nearing the archway she peers through the entrance witnessing an inverse forest reflecting thru the external opening. Looking left of the stones, then to the right, attempting to make sense of the situation, she notes the forest appears upside down only through the centre of the materialized arch.
“This is where the next game begins, count here until trusting all is readied. Then as is chosen come on thru!”
“When does the counting…”
Before she finishes the timely question he jumps through the arch and she watches him jogging overturned into the forthcoming forest. She laughs at the imagery, feeling amusement about the perspective flip-flopping. Covering both eyes she starts counting.
“1, 2, …”
She is attracted by a glowing phenomenon emanating from the walking stick. She spreads the fingers of each hand to gaze upon the glow which radiates of something far beyond colour, stirring an inviting mandala of brilliant hues. Refocusing, she starts counting anew.
“1, 3, 2, 4…”
Still tho’ the stick is nudging her into the entry of the archway.
“Well enough of this, the moment has arrived,” she decides as intuited aloud. “Okay, deep breaths.”
She smiles with fondness for choosing to venture into the next unknown with him, while he awaits the chance to play on.
“1, 2, 3, 4, phi!” she proclaims leaping heart first into the gorgeously decorated enigma of the mysteriously placed archway.
Visually, nothing seams to happen as she stands sturdy on the complimentary side. The forest appears as prior to moving through the archway. She wonders what interchanging occurred as she gazes back through the arch, where the landscape is once again flipped upside down.
Turning towards the open forest she beckons, “Peppy and swapped, here…” She pauses at the different sounding reverberations. A higher pitch now accompanies the echoes of the voiced tones surrounding. Looking to the walking stick standing elegantly, she squeezes again a gently gripping hand and notices that any former wrinkles of time have been neatly smoothed and both hands have also changed proportion. She inspects the pairing hand, then feels for facial features. Both cheeks are smooth to the touch with a youthful resemblance of character. She surveys the rest of a significantly altered body, now magically clothed thanks to vines and leaves woven from the abundance of the forest. A restorative vigour re-configures her inside and out boosting auric energies amplifying further extending awareness embodied.
The walking stick quivers with newfound acknowledgement of a transformed presence and she commences dancing to celebrate validation of a modified metamorphosis. A song singing of the forest is sung with a melody innate to the signature expression of how she feels. As she dances the water-like ripples of music increase, as notes ring farther, and the instrumental chorus fans wider with coupling crescendos. The gyrating communion lasts until the crackling of branches sound nearby. Quickly she remembers the game with the silken wrapped boy whom is purposefully roaming somewheres among the vegetation.
“Heylo?!” she speaks while listening to another reverberating echo induced by the calls.
She glides towards the area near to the spot the startling crackle announced movement. Realizing he could still be on the move she dips and ducks about the cover of the lush forest while sliding behind trees and peeping between leaves, moving with revived agility, proceeding towards any innately guided sensings. A stealthy smile frames tepid cheeks as again she hears another sound, among an area nearby. A grunt pierces the silence and the source of the noise rises from behind a large log laying across the ground cover blanketed with lichens. A fantastic array of incandescent fungi bloom sporadically around the top and sides of log. Sprinting full speed ahead she leaps over the log and intentionally tumbles while hugging the stick and rolling gracefully. Still in motion she springs to both feet brushing backwards sliding along the naturally carpeted ground with both feet. Astonishingly the boy is actually a faerie resting, backed organically amid the naturally furry log.
“Greetings dear one!” expels the faerie. “What luck to be among the presence of such a wee magical lady!”
She responds with silence as she gapes into the crystal eyes of the faerie and feels the majesty of such a funtastic celestial being.
“Does she speak?” toys the faerie, “or are there more ways to communicate than this?”
She studies the face of the faerie for a few breaths. After realizing the extensive lengths of the stilling pause and silent mouth she eventually offers correspondence to the faerie.
“Yes she does, and she also dances!” she states while spinning into a whirling pirouette.
“What a gift, but can she mend a misplaced wing?”
“Misplaced? How is that possible?”
“During routine flight, a surprising boy was spotted gallivanting through the woods. Such a spectacular sighting for these parts guided a course directly to the boy. A silly branch behind a bunch of leaves intercepted the flight path. The branch was nearly maneuvered around, but a wing was nicked, and in a moment such resulted in landing rather promptly among this landscape.”
“So that’s what that stirring commotion was.”
“This log looked like a comfortable place to rest and assess things, when this exchange started shortly here after.”
“Wow, what a co~incident while surely existing.”
“May either and neither be beautiful ways too of believing altogether?”
After a couple breaths she honourably shifts the subject.
“That boy welcomed now to show forth,” she says drumming the stick on the ground “Where is he?”
As an act of mutual honour, if this wing is first addressed then some further assistance shall certainly also be offered,” says the faerie gesturing to the delicately opaque flying fabric where the notable wing awaits flapping.
“Near the top of the head she feels above pulses a tingle, stirring inspiration as she quizzes for a solution to assist the faerie who is also eagerly curious.
“This wing requires something equally delicate and strong, something similar to reconnect with.”
“But what?” asks the faerie, “Could the answer be nearer than first thought?”
With a funnily tingling head again, down to the tips of lengthy hair, a possible potential manifests.
“What about a sole strand of fully aware and strong yet delicate hair?” she inquisitively states.
“That is swift! What a marvelous idea.”
She moves a few fingers along and through the tingling hairs pinpointing an appropriate strand for divinely choosing. Feeling for a properly readied to be hair, a strand is steered to front and center for investigation with a convergence of crossing eyes.
“This is the one!” she whispers, while tenderly plucking by the silken tip.
A pronounced tickle arrives from the follicle once housing the hair. The strand is a gorgeous length of shiny joining connector. She plops the walking stick down and then tenderly places the faerie upon the log, front side down and begins threading the winding hair while attentively resetting the wing.
“Wing around the faerie, knockings hulled aglow, question, answer, thankfully…go!”
Laughingly she pleads “Breathe steady.”
Wrapping the natural thread with several bows she weaves the strands miraculously.
“Almost finished,” she says leaning while heartily puckering both lips, positioned at the base of the wings of the faerie she then surprisingly lands a spontaneous kiss.
The faerie festively blushes with a glistening aura as sparkling sparks ping in all directions pouring from the orb around the now levitating faerie. All wings flutter better than ever as the elemental faerie form checks over each shoulder to witness the applaud-ably adaptations.
“As is chosen, may these new winging wings, entrust all that is to come wholeheartedly,” says the faerie scooting beyond the log and launching into the forest.
“Hey, one moment…”
The faerie answers the question to form communication from within her, “What if one imagines by feeling another is already here?”
She is saturated by the simply profound clarity of the faerie compassionately questioning voice channeling from inside and smiles intriguingly with celebrated realization. Gathering the walking stick she clasps the wood resolutely. Feeling completely inclined, she quietly places the stick nicely inside a befitting wooden log crevice as a seed point for another being to possibly acquaint. Then arising from within her, a pulsing resolutely guides her to lay the stick down. The mossy tip bops a ridge, and the velvety covering lushly divulges some fantastic glistening gems. With amazement she gathers the entire cache. As she palms the stones she feels and hears the ecstatic ambience of a gushing water fall building momentum. She visualizes drops of the stream spotting the ground, accompanied by a distinctly sensuous scent of zesty humid earthen aromas. The streaming crystals feel like seeds readied to magically replenish the grounds as she may choose to be. Amassing all the crystals she drifts to both knees kneeling on the forest floor. Preparing everything accordingly, while reexpressing everything experienced on the journey to arrive at this moment, improvising actualization with artistic symbolism, she skillfully arranges the gems and completes the design of a crystal gridded mandala. In synchronous quantum fashion each crystallizing particle is absorbed into and through the permeable grounds bathing her with waves of gratitude.
Engaged with gratefulness she thankfully utters, “Ready hereof, here is where now becomes together!”
⇝ Playne ~ Ten ⇜
Sprightly sprinting through the woods eventually manifests a resting place that springs into focus, while the circulating blood courses delighting all senses while he surveys the outer surroundings, marveling at the profound fractal acuity of the precious forest. The scenery offers harmonious arrays of gnarly simplicity and chaotic beauty across an epic expanse of lush vegetation. With eyes open an astounding palette of colours impresses amid all optics and beyond. When the gazing completes, both eyelids reseal. Among the inwardly serene amazement, supplementary spectrums of various colours saturate an inner envisioning, lacing together energetic strands connecting akin to a continuously fluid lattice of breathable fluxing continuity.
Choosing which malleable world is more fantastic seams foolish to him, he feels compelled to appreciate both equally as the magical abstractness within and the wondrousness of concrete forms without may unite in reflective resonance. Sitting attentive with a lengthy back supported by a thick bulbous bark coated tree he faces into the simple wildness of forest complexity. After hearing the whispering of a name, the pronounced calming textures embarked by the tree surface subtly upload, download, and share-ably reattune all aspects of a grateful resting body once again. Now marinating into every field of awareness while sitting, breathing with all the elements, appreciation transforms into a growing smile for the guidances entering these realms. Standing from the base of the tree, he decides to venture about through the inner reflective palettes. Perceptibly tweaking the meditative game he is experiencing, he witnesses dazzling colour sets of intricate patterns of fibre-like fluctuations of active etheric energy. Breathing accordingly, he feels the ease in navigating this realm inversely similar to ways amid the world of outer seaming substances.
Supplementary to the directly external experience, the internal awareness fields can feel as though the atmosphere vibrates with rapid transformability. Questions of how long until and when things shall coalesce into a giggle of presence as focus centres around experiencing the supreme intimacy of such present being. Moving about, an inner gazing becomes drawn to an oblong point of oscillation near to where he is presently situated. The shape of the point is somewhat elliptical and stirring a focusing of cosmic soups within subtly gravitating cyclones of counter-rotating concentric anomalies. Sensing the heart of the magnetic gusts, he gravitates towards the wholly resonant energetic presence while feeling more interconnected to the serenading palpitations of intensity.
“Is this a seed point?” he speaks within loudly.
“If so, how may such be planted together?” asks a youthful external voice.
Hearing that nostalgic voice reverberate through the internal realm and into the inner heart chalice, an emotive imagination begins dancing with questions. Before opening both outer eyes he feels into the sensings for the voicing source. A formless figure moves gracefully from the impressive orchestra of energy in all frames of references. Amid the rawness of data perpetuating into the in-flowing bubble of experience, embedded between the spiraling discs of wheels and spheres he witnesses an extra terrestrially animated presence. The organic vessel moves nearer between him and the oscillating seed point as skin follicles filled with hair begin raising with sensitivity as the being nears. Cascading ripples stream up, down, and all around front, back, and sides permeating through the inner emotive visions he is experiencing. Relaxing into what feels like more than a dream, he chooses interacting honourably as possible with the super natural world present, responding to the question with another questionable question.
“Is this being dreaming or awake?”
“With respects to nature, why would the latter question matter?”
An astounding wave of insight flashes within the faculties of mind within a brain and roll throughout all body connections as he flips open all eyes to observe an endearing girl dressed with intricately woven materials of the forest. Quickly he switches vision of all eyes again to communicate through the concentrations of the lucid inner theaters.
“H’all’0ha, who might this surprise be?’ he questions while sharing the rainbowing greeting once again.
“Who… or what?”
He flips both eyes yet again to witness the girl smiling while assessing the body she too is witnessing. The physical vessel accessories he maneuvers are finely wrinkled with what appears as long tracings of living adventures. Hands, legs, arms, neck, and feet relax with the stretch-ability of experiences lived.
“Did this really happen?” he asks inwardly, but the girl hears the question stir within also.
“How is the impossible possibly done?” arrives an answer.
The quick witted telepathy she enacts tickles him while he realizes he is encountering a truly phenomenal young lady.
“Somehow this body is changing quickly. Being much younger shortly ago, how is timelessness so?”
“When is this now the times?” proposes the girl.
“Pardon!?”
“When are the times this now?”
“Well if times such as now are, what more is happening?”
“How too does that matter matter?”
He pauses while digesting what the forest tyke is emphatically communicating to him. Concepts of re-imagined consciousness bounce to the heartily intuitive recognition being experienced, yet something beyond the immediate potentials is hinting from the core and centre of what’s he sensing. The feeling fashions innately like upside down balloons, pushing both feet deeper into the living gifting mulch beneath both well-weathering soles. In the densities currently embodied the vibrancy of lineages who've also touched such lands gyrate through all body cells with the accumulative concepts and collective conclusions, blending a confluence of stories together, energetically resetting in part thanks to the ingenious pureness of youth.
Suddenly, the seed point once again calls to presence figuratively in outer focus slightly ringing inside both ears and twitching at both knees amplifying further capacities. The enigmatic seed point also speaks to the young girl also who feels the anomaly growing with extra attractive omnipotent exuberance.
Again the playful being questions, “Is this feeling reminiscent?”
“But, how could such imaginings be?” he shouts with curiousness sensing conclusion of another questing response.
“In these ways of being, what might become here as is breathing?”
The rhyming response she offers sends a him into an ambitiously rhythmic dance of inner exploration with a metamorphosing body. The divinely proportioning seed point hugs at a flowering chest with meta plus physically pronounced petals. He now sees the seed point is also situated half into the damp dirt, cuddling equally below n' above the surfaces, surrounded by twinkling dusts, while rotating surfaces textured by noticeably attractive pulsing symbols appear in a variety of varying permutations. Dropping forward to the ground onto both kneels, he still expresses with gratitude as revitalizing wisps of valour merge through a pulsating wholeness.
The abundant influx of the geomagnetic induction absolves any questioning for the moment, focusing through all centres activating clarity thru each aspect of every body. The finalizing substances that remains at the root of the moment are breaths whorled in and whorled out syncronistically. As much as the miraculous melding is extracting in all directions, the breaths continue homing infinitely present.
Meanwhile the girl prances gingerly in a circle dotting sporadic outer circumferences of the seed point with foot prints. Such an elementally expressive body innately prepares her for what approaches. Through being incessantly inspired by play, the wee girl embodies the immaculate heart of hearts, epitomizing the revered chanelings of soul with spirit breathing with ease playing intently.
Through palpable energetic transferences virtuous fortunes of youthful actions and ingenuity, the portal is interfaces with the constantly variable recurrences of breaths. From the spaceless space of nothingness and somethingness he furthers what the seed point establishes inside of a fully enlivened spirit amid soul. As mightily as the lady likened decision to dance around and among in the middle of the corporeally surreal experiences, the seed point condenses like a magical orb, compressing within the prior point into another quantum access point.
“Ready to transition together this go around?” she merrily inquires.
He laughs charismatically in unison with the wily chuckles she squeaks. Matching tears from each eye roll down both cheeks in unison and drip from a re-configuring face forming into crystals while freely flaoting onto the ground. The entire body he is situated shakes into a calm gentleness with a finality of restorative release.
“Whatever the choices, may the journey of journeys continue together and altogether,” he announces with a sniffle, lifting soft furrowed hands to flip on the hood of a still befitting tunic. Then, with auras of gratefulness, he and she embrace one another linking hands while walking towards the portal point while both simultaneously begin a downing count.
“1, 3, 4, 2, 0!” both say with poised excitement placing a hand into the spherical seed point. Striations of plasmas ignite symbolic geometries and begin webbing like moving fascia sinews across precious fingers, onto the forearms and omward, eventually forming a protoplasmic cocooning for each. With harmonizing toruses of redefining figures a contracting expansion of tachyonic symmetry surrounds each being in exuberant surgings of phenomenal inflowings.
⇜ Playne ~ 11:11 ⇝
The flowering seed-centric embrace serenely enflames further with safely thundering cracks of alternating currents balancing tranquil as a calm waking morning rising. A blooming wholeness of elemental energies emanate inside and out, front and back, eventually interlacing between and among both bodily moldings. Hugging thru the energy, while linked in sovereignty, the sentient lattices of intraconnections transform into technicolor liquids while purposefully osmosizing of each body entirely. Waves of resonance careen from both chest centers animating now synchronizing inhalations. Every vacuole of diaphragmatic and bronchial capacity fills both abdomen and lungs, through a wholly strengthened expansiveness. Then releasing with a simplified signal of relaxation, coupled exhales produce cooling streams pouring forth pooling into the stream outwards from within.
Emerging from the dynamic energy coalescing into forming the setting once again, two sets of feet can be seen resting between an indicative wooden board in the middle of another new world within worlds. While the memories and premonitions sing through every feeling being embodied, eclectic realizations of where the journeys once began, for how far and wide, and who each may be, pulses an everlasting gratitude imbuing into all the transforming moments.
And thus, when on cue, listening into the eternal quintessences of correlating one another, comes an eternally smiling respiring from sole to crown, and beyond. With aware reverences marked by twinkles of countenances, as the question fuses inside a wellness of curiosity exuding from both and the all surrounding fields.
“Now what’s next together?”
Flexing fingers with hands in concert altogether, both beings of form and more bolt into an excited dash propelled away from the board. Primal alchemies of newly primed bodies and complimetative physique wholeheartedly glide across the bountiful lands. However, something approaches from the distance; the current land comes to a point of transition, leading into seeming nothingness. As the compelling edge nears, quadruple rainbows of grey, black, white, and every colour imaginably conceivable and further, indicates some greater grander gapping becoming.
Where the land veers into the edgings of choice momentum, from with each ignites a wedded sense of what may decidedly come next . Leaps of courageous graces to continue commence, like birds from a branch, embodying whatever the choices become. Floating through the abounding rainbows each flows onward together with a hand of each woven by trust. The instant in doing so manifests thru the transcendent motions voiced of actions, while the enigmatic ways of exploring between betweens completes. In the midst of the midsts, a sure footed firmness gathers beneath each foot as life sustaining globs of earth form from the ethers of nothingness levitating with invisible wings of flight. As each foot moves further beyond the edge into the spaciousness with supported steps from one to the next, the prior steps transform back into nothingness. With coupled laughter of totally amassing thanks, the storied journey concludes of miraculously coming home to one another altogether and continues into ongoing fulfillment of being dearly beloved wholemates together, among individual paths yet all ways also as one, in celestially magical states of wing-able life-living working plays in progress continuously breathing presents...