3-2-4
Here, a Node exists
A crossroad of Energy
A nexus of time and place
Earth-tone fingers of Lightning
Stretching
Reaching
Flowing
Exploding
In
My
Mind…
Crackling intense spidery etchings across the web of my mind…
bluish white lightning strikes crackling sparkling flashing
through the fissures in my senses…
disrupting the flow of my own electromagnetism with its own….
My core is not Still, but moves…
if sometimes sputtering, shuddering…
and yet breathes in Stillness in its Journeying through this electrical storm…
the activity is intense increasing…
the voices and noises…
the stirring below the Land…
rocks moving shifting crunching crackling…
the rocks move and their blood moves and their breath moves and shifts…
and the energy of who they are shifts…
the crunching and re-shaping as they move…
the rocks are migrating…
and the Land must transform…
the rocks are migrating upon their sea…
moving moving moving
and brunching up against each other with sparks and grunts and grousing and gristling…
they don’t migrate often…
Time is so vast for them…
so that this seems fast for them…
move move move …
migrate…
return…
the Call has come and they answer…
move move …
and so a current of rocks grunts and grumbles,
but most of them, introspectively…
such seriousness like Tibetan monks…
it is Time…
the Time of Change Calls them…
Great Spirit Calls…
move to the proper places…
and the great rocks move…
the crust of interconnected silicon entities moves in a unity
to re-arrange according to the Call…
No question at all…
move move move…
I can hear it in my head…
move move move …
and the Land shifts thousands of feet below me…
causing tiny ripples in the dunes and ponds…
shifting the molten rivers…
shifting the water tables and geysers…
shifting along new ley lines…
they are surely changing…
as the People of Stone relocate and migrate…
move move move…
the shifting of the Foundation…
while the Core remains beating like a heart…
still, quiet, and very much alive…
move, brother rock;
move, sister boulder;
move, father mountain;
move, mother earth…
move, pebbles and sand and dunes…
move, beneath sun and moon…
beneath ocean and sea…
beneath you and me…
move…
Yeshua speaks to me. “And now do you see the footprints you need to follow?
Now, do you see them revealed to you?
There, between two great rock sentinels, the Path opens up.
Go now, before they close the Gate.
Move, now, up the Path.
Yes, and keep moving, for the safe ground is only within.
Keep watch; be wary.
The Stones move beneath your feet. Careful which ones you step upon.
Some are solid; some are dust held tightly in suspended space until you place your foot upon them,
and fall to the Void in their midst.
Go now. Move upon the Spirit rocks.
See them illuminate beneath you and before you.
Timing is everything.
Timing is everything.
Go; keep moving.
Beware the rush of rocks hurriedly tumbling across your Path,
attaining their balance, their destination.
They stop for no human, no Being.
The Call is strong.
Be wary of the crumblerumble-down scattering of smaller rocks racing to their Place.
Quick, now, through that small arch, small window from one Realm to another.
The crunching bunching movement is more underground here.
You can see the passage of Earth,
by the trembling of the trees and the shuddering of the moss.
Do not linger in the green forest, though.
All forms, in their Need and Reply to Destiny’s Pull, take up the Call.
Soon, great migrations will occur…
but not along known routes…
no – along the new ley lines
and the new electromagnetic spider webbing of the planet.
The Rocks know,
and they are moving because Time and Movement are so different for them.
The rocks are moving deep, deep;
but you can hear them and feel them,
and they are whispering in gristly tones to your spirit.
They are telling you now,
because humans won’t hear until it is almost too late to migrate safely.
Yes, the Henge Calls you, specifically,
because of its many Portals.
Go there, and listen to the Stones of Spirit. Go there, and Listen.”
And so I did.
“You need to breathe, girl. And calm down.”
“What’s it all about, Merlin?”
“You know.”
“I know. I mean, what I just heard. You know, from the Rocks.”
“Yes… breathe, again. Slower. Deeper.”
“I panicked.”
“Indeed.”
“Sorry.”
“You’re human, remember. And Terran. You’re of this Move, this Change.”
“How do I move with the Peoples of Stone, or at least in concert with them?”
“Kind of like walking on water.”
“What?”
“How you perceive determines what you achieve.”
“Well, yeah, ok.”
“And you’ve walked this far with them. They helped you, yes?”
“Yes, that’s true.”
“So why here?”
“ I would ask you that.”
“The Change will bring it back to Life.”
“The Circle?”
“Indeed.”
“The Rocks will re-align under these Spirit Stones in such a fashion as to create a circular current, the power of which will create both a Shield and Portal for the Circle.”
“And this Circle of Light will be re-created in other diverse places, as well?”
“Yes.”
“As a Place of protection?”
“Of sorts – depends on your definition and perception.”
“Like as an arc Ark?”
“Ark2 … just like you wrote about: one step higher, but in a spiral sense – not linear.”
“Up here, then? On the Hopi mesa?”
“Oh yes, very much so. The Gates of Ja’rohn have opened for you. You need to Listen now.”
“But it’s so noisy.”
“That’s the static. That’s the movement. Once you acknowledge it, inhale it, accept it, then you will be able to Listen to the quieter sounds of Elder Tibetan Rock Monks. Well, that’s the best visual parallel I can give. Listen and write. Already you are breathing calmer, becoming more Still. Return; sleep well. Tomorrow, such a Journey begins for you. Listen, and go find your Ark.”
And he vanished.
Everything vanished.
And I was back in my room at the Inn of Third Mesa.