…time to allow the quiet serenity that comes with our achievement to take hold - our ethereal spider-work in full bloom - our full merging in ultimate trust.
>>see - look closely - listen to our conversation - fellow els r pausing in serenity amid it all - one w us, finding our vital, sacred place, together - their & our extreme mix of quiet, still joy & restless, rough torment - true to inner selves within each other, riding in balance about our Center…
…we cycle thru again, my loves - only possible in this close company of els…
…our Seven, along with all the others who carefully join at points such as these…
…our cue - our eternal temperament & freshness of spirits - our sprights, especially the ones of both soft moon glow and simmering, blinding sizzle - they trigger these shifts…
…we all feel it - all of us sense it - no barriers in our realm within - no limits in our world all around - we weave yet another nano bit of story of stories - the genuine aspects of it all…
…our collective, complex & simple, bewildering & crystal clear space that we simply, quietly & exuberantly know together through one another - our ultimate space - our pi aspect - thank you, thank you all who are so joined - our twos and threes - our Seven - our unending Fellowship - are love across all aspects…
>>yay! - thus the elsprights emerge and flower and celebrate, privately & intimately, these sacred bursts forward - well earned - well nurtured - all powerful these buds - ours - all of ours - our Nexus of Strength in counter of all of the rest - our Pi World…
>>bewildering and intoxicating are these deepest of notes - ever so carefully offered at first, then pouring forth, rushing, pounding, mixing and swirling in company w all the elements…
…especially intense amidst the convergence of forces of this seaside community at the shifting of seasons - as one w each other of the sacred lovers - and their close brethren, master els, all now freed and warmed and sure this is their place together…
…w the surf of the nearby unending ocean, w the entrancing fragrance of winds blowing across the sands and over the city and thru all of the folk of all forms - intervening at each point of both conflict and pure merger at our lovers both allow and tenderly provoke - such is the sharp, intimate sting of these and all ethereal spiders…
…emissaries of the magi - weaving and winding - embodied in our Seven and all of their kin - pure pi aspect of ultimate merging - leaving their lasting mark of highest love w each nano bit of total knowing - this ultimate essence quietly erupting itself of its own warming, vital force.
>>masterly are all of the els, emboldened of their own genuine loving force, enabled and powered by the magi - the ancient masters - as they come to know themselves in each other, venturing into sacred places, delighting in their discoveries, their vitality…
…darting and dancing w all of the blossoms of this interlude, they dare and risk, transformed - building their and our strength together - merging in awesome Center…
…a place of fusion - of nexus - the Seven are such and they are ready, balanced, poised about it…
…Abby & Josh & Ben & Bets & Deneen & Nathan & Trish - feeling & sensing all of these currents - giving in to the elements, the el forces - welcoming them in…
…and in return they receive - they are offered and taken tenderly into each other and all of the others of - during this time of growing and building and warming, this very chaos becomes primed to break out and bear long nurtured results…
…and into it all, they are reveling, at home in the crazy turbulence, needing and loving one another beyond bounds - as one being with all of their fellow others in this rich substance of the elsphere…
…a sensual sizzle coming into its own, a magnificent force of wily elsprights emerging, as all of the spirits rise with the building warmth…
…the Seven are adding their own, returning grace with grace - they join in - their inner voices singing…
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>>brave the true new note - risk our kindly touches - allow the warm hugs — who added that one? and that one there? - a swarm of feelings this place this — beautifully unclear - marvelously all in a swirl of sensations and spirits…
…a returning, of finding ourselves, now that we are “here” - we are so close, can’t break away, forces from all across the elsphere are joining with us - the magic is unbelievably “real” in this aspect…
…ours, ours alone, our sacred place - smiles of pure joy, pure ethereal - we get it and give thanks - we are transformed - laid bare to each other - whew…
… yes, we know, we just know, our Seven and therefrom the infinite array of fellow els so joined and dispersed…
…pure thanks, total readiness - pure pi aspect - unlimited force + ultimate fragile…
…total sensibilities shared - our turning with this interlude - ours…
…pure intimacy that we just know - these before us just don’t - we are renewed once again, revitalized - these, our targets, they need us…
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…yay, we are once again here - such contrasts before us - we have sought them, as each other - whew, let’s make the most of the best, thank you for all who have joined in the spirit this beautiful time and moment - now, on to our targets, who are not so ready…
As Nathan and Deneen observe other exchanges right in front them, marring the lovely scene of the garden square at the height of Springtime, with the promise of glorious Summer whispering in from the the ocean front just beyond, their resolve strengthens - this cause is too great to give up, no matter what…
Similar spirit from Ben and Bets, still miles apart across the seaside city - physically, that is - they are in the deepest touch, virtually, really truly, via their Conneks - focussing their in-person strikes upon the pretenders and their follies - venting their poison upon the weak of mind and will - stoking distrust and disparage upon easy targets - barring genuine good at all points of the base sphere..
Abby and Josh have confronted the bullies at the Center, putting themselves directly between those mobilized for harm from those energized to help those in real need - all recoiling at the facing, the puffers and arm-wavers shrinking from this aspect of reality, true to form…
Tish, relentless as ever, closest to the nature sprights in manner, stirs the pot throughout the community, reminding all of the transcending elements that invade at all points…
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…all of their Passions are heated during these final days before Midsummer - the long nurtured Blossoms are flowering in full bloom and the elevated state is emerging in glorious counter to all of the rest…
…so happy we finally braved this - must be this season - this building heat - this promise - all of these blossoms - they triggered us - of a life of their own - finding ours - we were ready - joyous, as well…
>>all of that and more, my loves - our passions and their provocations - of the crazy and chaos and bewildering swirl - amid it all, we have come into our lives - miracles and more - our very elspirit has given us the chance…
…yes, indeed - in all the too and fro, in perfect harmony w the elements of this interlude, we do emerge - our way puts us in confrontation, certainly, but it also puts us here…
…sigh, breathe, smile, touch - our way, also - our elevated ways, ours in company w all of the els, dancing in pure counter balance to all of the rest - our vital Center about which all else in our sphere revolves…
…and ours is theirs, and eternal infinite and eternal - a universe of lil corners in perpetual ebb and flow - the substance of the elsphere - emerging upon the currents of this particular interlude…
…and we with it - rising not just in our outward onslaughts, but blossoming within our gloriously joined self, our merged being - our own nexus warming towards our own solstice - thank you all…
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>>the masters remind - one another and their flock - in need evermore so of vital renewing and emboldening in equal measure for their elevated efforts…
…in perfectly imperfect harmony and dis - such is their wily and wild place in the sphere of happenings, that their very own encounters are the in the realm of magi and faeries and other thoroughly disrupting purities of love…
…crossing and breaking all norms - in truth stretching to and creating their own spaces for open displays of their extraordinary world within worlds of depths outside of all bounds, of such closeness of inner el voices that their joyous hugs - physical and virtual - but always of blinding ethereal force - to touch all within range - they move ever closer - touches beyond touches - aspect of their alone - but shared for all - such is their strength….
…shining, simmering, blazing in their intimacy, in their depth of being, that the emanating rays of life leave their lasting mark at all points…
…unable to contain their triumph of genuine, loving feeling, they sing their notes and dance in their kindly touches:
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…we - and they, our beloved kin - have so much frenzy, so much worry, so much concern - we bring it on, seek it, face it…
…and these others before us, with the masterly skills of the elevated state nearing our own, their use of the Connek tools to connect in this age and these Seven, all about their beloved seaside city…
…their and our essential bond is eternal - these are matters of deepest love, across all aspects - they are part of these times, this transformation - their and ours is the place within and all around…
>>other dimensions, new fronts, fresh interludes within interludes - such is our way, allowing evermore spirits to enter - frightening, yes, but also enriching and empowering…
…this is one, right here, right now - in this steamy place, in this scorching shift the sphere - we revel, our loving twos and threes and this Seven - they find more of themselves in the very touches from which others recoil…
…this particular interlude is packed full of such contrasts - of great opportunity and threat, both - constant shifts in the ebb and flow of happenings - in the swirl of forces - rising upon the winds and clouds of mist the foretell yet another aspect of things is moving upon us…
>>the wily ones, crazy loves, the ethereal spiders - they are approaching midsummer form in marvelous wicked counter to the scorching work of the uglies - up to harm for it and their own sake, as a matter of course…
…poke and prod, disrupt the disser - the spright of this glorious time warmth turning to scorch - the dance w the blossoms and revel in the passions of this season of growth…
…homing in on both their brethren elspirits and all of others not yet able - a critical point of emergence whips to launch their own tender arrays of stings…
…the magically beautiful haze and glow of the approaching awesome season is suddenly advancing on the winds across this lovely seaside place - they are one with it all - in perfect tune and rhythm of life force…
>>see & sense w us - our els do - our Seven do so to extremes & beyond - to fill the ether w their notes of of a storm looming - and with it the chance, the opportune moment to add lovely chaos into the swirl…
…a storm certainly does looms - look - we see, all our els do - all our inner el selves know - our Seven immediately sense - and as is their and our way, they turn with this season within seasons to face it all - and each other…
… focus on them in this lil corner of things - note their brilliance - boldly displayed against the onslaught - shining forth in majesty - such is the magic touch of all of elsprights…
…joined now in the merging of forces - in the virtual hugs of true love - of the riot of May Days and the embrace of el moments - sacred, vital & sure - this fabric of ultimate trust - this wily magic of Midsummer just ahead…
We are into the May Days, Mother Nature, and this soggy and chilled is give you "the look"...
Her inner el voice sings with all of ours, quietly joining in the chorus of notes of "enough rain already" "time for May Flowers & Blossom Dancing - and warming sunshine!!!!!!!"