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(Part 9qz of 11)
We come into this dimension through flight.
How else did we get here?
Aren't we children of the Creator, children of God above, children from heaven above from our Father's house, our Mother's house?
Is who we truly fully are, half in the seed of our mother and the other half in the seed of our father?
Let's take Sankofa River Road back up.
Who are we?
Aren't we spirit? Most, First, Foremost, Always?
Isn't SPIRIT the same as ANYWAY IT wants to BE?
Anyway, how did we, as spirit, get into our mother's womb?
We flew. (How else we gonna get outta this Earth, when tomb, and back to heaven where the Tree of Life blooms?)
We came into this dimension flying. We flew freely, from free for free.
We flew from the waters of Nun and into our mother's womb at the point of the crossover. That's where we came over through the communion, the holy kiss reunion.
How we got over? We flew straight through [making] connections nonstop.
Afterwards, while we are lying there in the afterglow, butts bare, in our unadulterated un-underrated naked awareness, in a crib made by humans, we are all ready, already resuming flight.
All actions and sounds, nouns and verbs of babies are clues in sign language, the universal language.
Those arm, leg, head, finger and toe movements, are us mimicking ourselves in flight, in recent flight in the waters of Nun, in outer space, in inner space, moving through dimensions from that place to this place.
We knew how to fly alright, when our language awareness was universal and neither darkness nor light infringed upon rights of sight that aligns (constantly reminds) each form of creation as to the nature of their might.
We know how to fly when our life in this world begins, then we are slowly reigned in, taught how not to fly, unless with the current context, it complies.
We are mis-told we have to crawl then walk then run.
This is not first things first. Crawl-walk-run is the second part of the lesson. And only part of the second part.
When we were in flight and about to land on this planet Earth and into our mother's womb, we had to sense the landing field, prepare, slow down, enter, touch down, run then walk then come to a crawl, then stop. All of this is part of the transition process of moving into a different home, a different dimension.
Slowing down and landing here is only temporary so we can be reformulated in our mother's womb from two halves as the host seed. (Superhuman seed from above moves into, merges with, human seed from below. Seed Seed, Sem-Sem, Same).
As this is taking place we are swimming (flying) in the waters of womb.
When we are born, we hit the ground running.
Why?
Because we are superhuman natural born flyers ready to resume flight in the midst of different iterations of duality.
Upon arrival we immediately begin running fast by learning fast how to adjust our sensing abilities to this dimension. We do so in the portal of the womb, continue as we emerge through the tunnel birth canal that funnels us into this Earth room, a classroom.
That's why we, in a child's state of mind, ask lots of questions and continuously compare answers to experiences.
We are learning fast, thus we are running fast, moving towards top speed of who we truly fully be, about to take off again.
That is, until we are taught how not to fly by those who have forgotten how.
And this is why the old must raise the young.
The old, even if they've forgotten how to fly, are remembering how as they are preparing for the next transition.
The old are the mature of mind, not of body or age.
The old who must raise the young are those who are in the continuous process of being reborn young, of spirit.
Parents are supposed to watch the child, learn from the child.
Grandparents are supposed to raise the child, teach the child.
Parents are supposed to watch the child, which means be present with the presence of the child.
Presence is the pre-essence.
We remember pieces of flight through dreams we dream with eyes opened up or closed shut.
In those moments we know we are flying because we know the sensation, the exhilaration that comes from raising our melanation emanation vibrations to the elevation of Takhuma.
In a vision of love, I flew to Tahoma where they played football at night under lights without any gnats, poquito mosquitoes or moths in sight. I arrived just as one player kicked the ball fluently easily. The ball was gaining altitude as it was clearing the fence line. And then in one easy fluent motion myself, I flew and spiked the ball back. The players seemed surprised, but took it in stride.
We all play this way when we first get here, until somebody kicks our thoughts back, some way in some fashion logically, through that which interacts and holds us back through the nutrition-toxin combination that comes in contact with our bodies, emotions, spirits and minds.
Then in the same vision came another division. I saw younger people playing baseball in an adjacent field nearby but far away. This field had no fences. The ball was struck, and by coincidence, not luck, the ball went a long way and rolled right past me. I hurried up, chased it down and picked it up then looked up into the face of a giant, a child who had given chase with fleet footed grace. I gave him the ball and he seemed slightly displaced of the joy of an experience I had not allowed to become full-sized.
I was in that valley, which then became wildness on fire. People walking around and some who were working, started running and yelling, climbing, moving higher. We were in motion trying to save our lives. The earth was firm but soft and there was a small opening in the side of the mountain where others had clawed their way up to and crawled into. I could not get in or fit in.
Everyone was speaking a different language but our predicament was the same.
I thought I needed help, but all I needed was help remembering.
How to fly.
Going in motion flying to save our lives is what we need when what we need seems out of reach of the lessons we've been teached.
How To Fly is the lesson, the Parent of these ages, helped us forget. Now those parents are themselves changing, remembering how to teach, what even for themselves, has been out of reach, logically, spiritually, mentally, emotionally, physically.
We are always close to flying, but so far away, until we reconceive how to.
The metaphors are everywhere all the time.
They are straightforward when we reconceive them as straightfor words that re-present truth straight for worlds, we find ourselves in.
See fly, to remember how and to forget how not to conceive the teacher and the reacher.
Reborn free in the land of captivity, IE, from the land of Dan and the iel and the eli to the ielle, this message is predicated, dedicated and recalibrated.
Yebo! Ashe! Selah!
Heka, Hiao, Asante Sana Nana Nana Mbwana
Hallelujah mtoto watoto entoto
Hallelu-Iah is in the challenge is in the challenge of challenge.
Alle is all el is allele.
(Rewrite logic for clarity and to understand the DIS connection between dispair and disparity.)
This is what elevates EL to the highest as Elshaddai. We go tell it on the mountain about EL because the mountain itself is TEL, the EL-evated place where awareness can reach an elevated state, even if simply through physical sight by being able to see more from the mountain. We subconsciously seek forms of euphoria elevation physically, mentally, emotionally and spiritually, while we are seeking, unknowingly how to remember how to fly, but we do so only in part because our context lacks the full range of understanding the technology that is the spark of our capabilities.
Re--conceive the metaphor you are.
No creature in flight forgets how to fly just because a portion of the journey is through a cloud.
No creature comes up “against the wind” and in proportion to the wind's intensity and duration, then that creature forgets how to fly.
No! Only the human creature forgets this way and does so quickly and easily because the human creature has not recently enough been a frequent flyer.
No creature forgets how to fly, due to rain.
No creature crawls, walks or runs, most of the time, when that creature remembers it knows how to fly.
We are born and reborn to fly, forget, remember, fly.
Aren't we all the same sa and me, Ta and me. na and me?
Aren't we all the same name? In the name of the same entity, beauti, God.
Who is the author of your power?
Uncle Scam Sham Flim-Flam?
Epiphany comes to help us reclaim the full range of name and same from whence she he they them us who we be, kame.
Simpler put, if we can try, we can remember, relearn to fly.
That which had the incentive of need, gave rise to what was needed through creativity.
The reversal of fortune for the fortunate ones has been made by changing the prevailing direction of the course of the lesson. The price has been paid at the crossroads of transition for the logic that has bee missing and the mess it made. The parent of it all has caused the savior to be saved who always comes in all ways to ensure all things in kind are repaid, from the micro page to the macrophage.
In other words, that which gives rise to need, simultaneously gives rise to the seed capable of meeting the need. Thus, through the seed, in times of need, comes the creativity to break free back towards free, try, fly and understand why IT needs little bitty I to reconceive.
