2 May 2012
A conscious sock adorns your foot as you step across a body of current-driven rivers of understanding. Five created the sock as your soul directed. Six created the brown puddle of mud you stepped in on your way to greener pastures of Soul Farm.
Six. Nature proceeds to do its best to confound the nodding petals of the daffodil with the quarter of climate, drought and stress. Blooms are rocked by today’s storm and racked by tomorrow’s north wind. Still they cross the way to your vase and sag. Creatures nibble at their tender bulbs and put their feet on their all-too-delicate stalks. Is this the evidence of a kind and benevolent reality? Love allows such kinds of negligent carnage? Not letting this pretty little flower open or that child see a day of sweetness is the reality put in place by Six. Six is a critical dimensional weave of the matrix reality springs from. Nature relies on Six for its operational development and dot-to-dot nodal movement. Growing is a function of Six.… Read the rest