Vision Dreaming

The ocean is white rapids moving, washing away structures. From it's foam, new life on the shores. The white rapids bring in seafaring canoes. The child separates from their parent, no longer sits in their high chairs. They are given their own seafaring ways. The adults soon will pass, are given a Mighty Spirit to fare the swift current. Are sometimes beside their children and sometimes not.

Dear Prophets, bring a focal voice to the path before you. Take care, do not spout your ambient voice into egoic richess. This will muddy the messaging.  The people who can hear will gather together. This will be best in a slow steady pace.  Dreaming the prophet into shaman affords a sovereign gait to the vital growth. Daggers are blunted to sovereign feet. As for the liminal Flow, let the water lead you where you need your feet to walk earth. The winds will guide the air and pattern the fiery flames of human hearts at the hearth, from the candle, and campfires in tented communities. Some as a torch to the toxic strangle.

As the flowering grows, each species working colors from their own boundaries of absorbed light, pulse patterns to support the fresh world.  Many bridges of star to earth. New forms are birthed. As the flowering grows no longer one species for themselves.