integrate a new consciousness through writing

WRITING WORKSHOP TWO

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FROM: The Class Guide for Writing Workshop Two – Focusing the Brain-streaming Reveals a FrameworkWoman-in-the-Rain

In WRITING WORKSHOP TWO, we begin where we left off in the first workshop by continuing to “DISCOVER A PATTERN” as we further develop the clarity revealed in Workshop One.  We accomplish this by conducting a more analytical approach to the question:  What came forward in Workshop One to be manifested in the “STUDIO OF YOUR CREATIVE LIFE”?  In other words, what SUBJECT kept rising to the surface or showing-up in our topic writing in WRITING WORKSHOP ONE?

With the “pattern” now thoroughly developed, we then engage in a new level of stream of consciousness writing as we “FOCUS THE BRAIN-STREAMING”.  This writing, these “SITTINGS”, provide rich material, a sculptors marble block.  Next, we master the RAVEN tools of WRITING WORKSHOP TWO, carving away at the “Focused Brain-stream” to reveal a framework and the “CONTROLLING IDEA of the work.

It is from this framework that we “DRAFT” in WRITING WORKSHOP THREE, adding what is necessary to develop in the framework revealed in Workshop Two.

MASTERING THE STUDIO OF ALL OF OUR CREATION: from: a Loop drawing a floor plan

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Surprised how little there was in my new studio when I drew the floor plan. I can manage and master this! Not that it isn’t a life’s work with what there is to experience here in the studios of all of my creation, but I feel at ease with bringing to fruition what energy has served me.

ABUNDANCE – what we need, when we need – it is revealed in the studio of all of our creation as we consciously attend to that which excites us – NOT what worries us, mind you.  Anxiety, as well, brings with it unconditional abundance, but in contrast to what we may otherwise prefer.  Flow toward excitement rather than anxiety. With the energy of Merlin, transmute, shape-shift, or travel to the dimension where all of our creation, our studio if you will, serves us, serves us with what we need, when we need it, and further allows us to share – to open our studio to other angels.

OPEN-ENDED JOURNAL

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Happy Spring! Well, yesterday was meteorological Eve of Spring. Starting this write / right:  After experiencing the eve of meteorological spring yesterday, I feel cheated.  I didn’t even know until now!  The first day of spring is magical.  There are two, I guess, meteorological spring occurs on March 1st while solar spring occurs 20 days later on 3/21.  Why do the scientists pick 3/1, 6/1, 9/1 and 12/1 as their seasonal markers – a question I will research today.  You’d think a scientist would follow a solar calendar as a measuring device, even religion do! 

The first ATV of the sea turtle season just rushed by. The sea turtles lay their eggs between March 1st and the end of October, so the scientist on her Jeep is out looking for nests to mark. 

Adding to my human interactions as I write is a voice on a microphone barking out, inaudibly, but sounds like some sort of workout training, yoga or some elderly morning movement session. 

February 2019 certainly was the quickest month I have ever experienced in my life. Each day I would document the date on some page I was scribbling on only to be astounded by what day it was on the calendar, already – again and again.

My writing has been rather slow and peaceful of late.  I am called to communicate more and more with my fellow Fallen Angels, information clearly meant for the light body integration of all of us who playfully decided to take a ride on planet Earth again.  So serious we sometimes become though, even me.  I am one of the biggest clowns, yet I guard my child like nature overzealously; I might add, I am seriously silly and even I am too serious.  There is the alarm to wake my partner.  May she be true to her powerful playfulness. 

The ATV Rider educates and enquirer.  More alarm, so serious. 

(Loop)

Scientists and turtles laying eggs in the sand next to Nature’s title Waters, digging nests and making calendars and weather maps. Happy Spring. a poem?