_everwonder[ E T E R N A L L Y I N C O M P L E T E ]
A Wonderful Life…
… & Wonderful Her
...She woke up rested to a gentle midsummer midday glare
out of a deep, busy dream, saturated with subtle symbology of sweet reminders and powerful messages
filled with faces from the past that unsettled yet…
comforted
like half-remembered songs…
…and for a moment, she lingered—suspended between dream and day,
still tasting the shadows and sunlight of that inner world.
The sheets around her felt like clouds not yet ready to rain,
and her body hummed with the soft ache of a question not yet asked.
The air felt suspended. Even the breeze seemed to pause, as if the whole world was holding its breath for what She might do next.
Outside her window the sun lingered in that golden moment
as if it, too, had something to say
a story…
a story that felt like has always been…
…so
What part of me has already begun to write this story,
and what part is just now waking to read it?
She wondered
with no rush
as She realized
there was no script to follow.
Only a pulse…
a glimmering thread of truth
It was not a story to be told, but a field to be entered. Not a beginning, but a remembering.
So she stretched, not to reach for anything, but to make space within her for what was already here.
She placed her hand on her heart, and smiled, whispering to the silence:
"I’m ready."
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… as She stood there in the middle of a lovely courtyard She felt as if She was in some half forgotten half beautiful garden
wondering
consciousness
consciously in wonder…
… in a dream reality
and
OUT OF RESONANCE OF A DREAM REALITY
A RELATIVE VIBRATIONAL REALITY
OF AN EXPERIENCE…
And time curved inward like a petal folding into memory—
She stood still, yet everything moved through her.
The air was scented with echo.
In the middle of a lovely courtyard,
half-forgotten, half-remembered,
she wandered—
not lost, but lucid.
Not searching, but feeling.
A garden… or a dream… or both.
The frequencies brushed against her skin like soft wind.
She whispered to herself:
“Relativity… Resonant relativity… A resonant relative vibration…”
And suddenly she was the vibration.
She was the relative.
She was the resonance remembering itself.
everwonder…
a wonderful Life
& Wonderful Her…
She had always wondered.
from depth…
She walked barefoot through questions,
gathering answers only when they turned to stars.
and She
was the wonder
of every mirror…
…so She started collecting all that made Her feel good…
Pieces of joy.
Tiny sparks.
A private resonance.
A vibrational treasury.
Because this was the architecture of Her return.
This was the map she followed
inward.
…feeling good and relaxing into the feeling…
feeling…
noticing…
relaxing…
relaxing…
allowing…
noticing…
dreaming…
feeling…
a rhythm.
a pulse within the pulse.
a deepening.
a softening.
a universe of permission.
In that space
allowance was born
_She found herself at a cocktail party…
Friday evening.
End of summer.
Laughter curled like ribbon in the air.
She stood,
in a jade green sequined jacket
perfect for the occasion..
light bending off her shoulders.
She didn’t need to say much.
The moment was dressed enough.
Glances lingered.
Time waltzed slower around her.
Satin-smooth confidence.
A soft-glow kind of knowing
She was.
Smoothing insecurities…
from the center
of her own gravity.
In the center of herself.
In the center of her own.
Everything softened.
Everything aligned.
_”You don’t owe echoes a response…” - She realized
really???
TRULY.
how wonderful… because…
I have realized the echos are here all around me… all the manifestation [ALL THE MANIFESTATION] is a (physical) representation of what was once a resonance I have held…
but no more I do…
because it doesn’t feel right…
its almost as if I touched a hot stove… oh… no… not that no more…
NOT QUITE IT
&
Not Quite the Ones, I Was Looking For.
Not quite what I thought what I was looking for, because
I’m not quite what I thought I was any more either…
She realized
quietly declaring,
softly exhaling -
“NOT QUITE NO MORE”
in her quiet awareness
of the how of becoming,
she sensed a structure -
an underlying subtle beauty of creation
glimpsed in her perception.
She saw how the prism turned,
how illusion folded into paradox,
how truth slipped gently through the seam,
and how neutrality held it all in stillness…
and it spoke to her
in prisms and mirrors,
in folds and reflections:
the living cycle of illusion
in a rhythm
of weaving and dissolving
of play and refinement
of endless becoming
ILLUSION
weaves perception
PARADOX
cracks it open
YOUR PERSONAL TRUTH
shines through
NEUTRALITY
holds it still…
until the prism turns again.
She realized:
it is all play.
Illusion IS the canvas of Play.
&
when held lightly, illusion becomes a prism of discovery, a playful architecture…
it is all refinement of conscious
BECOMING.
… perception clarified, and she realized she had never been moving through time at all.
She was creating time, and
She was creating space.
She was flickering through infinite stills of Now, each one a complete world.
Her choice of focus was the only motion there had ever been.
The light of consciousness
focused her point of view
with clarity, precision, intent.
She was looking at the same world,
yet from a new angle—
and that difference
became her freedom of preference.
the refinement is self-revelation -
through the refinement of perception,
reality thins into translucence—
no longer an illusion… just a
luminous
& most perfect
s e t u p
so I get to play inside the hyperspace I sense
I get to make art the shifting of perception…
c o n s c i o u s l y.
there is a shimmer
between stillness and movement—
where perception becomes navigation itself.
there is a
a state of mind where
stillness meets motion, awareness meets a choice.
She looked around.
She noticed her circumstances—
the whole hyperspace
of this point of view.
A deep, soft breath.
An exhale, gentle and full.
Her eyes closed.
And she paused—
suspended in the quiet turning
of the prism within.
NOW,
to be overwhelmed seems only logical - She thought…
ease
I can only ease into it
now
to shift into otherness
effortlessly
'like a moment of surrender inside eternal infinity…
… facing any possibility
open, light,
knowing that inspiration arrives exactly when it should
it all unfolds as you walk it
absolutely brilliant
absolutely natural
natural magic
So, just float, Love - She “heard”
Let the whispers of inspiration find you.
And when they do,
I’m here
to explore,
to expand…
[THE WALK]
She began to walk—
though she couldn’t tell
if her feet touched ground
or if the ground appeared
beneath her step.
Light shifted with her breath.
Each inhalation drew the scene inward,
each exhalation released a new one.
Colors were not seen but felt—
hues of knowing,
tones of remembrance.
The air shimmered,
and with each glance
something rearranged itself—
not because it had changed,
but because she had.
She realized that perception
wasn’t a window,
but a doorway—
and she was already walking through it,
frame by frame,
world by world.
No destination.
Just movement as expression,
presence as navigation.
and she smiled—
because she could feel
how perfectly it all fit.
[THE RECOGNITION]
Somewhere between one breath and the next,
she noticed that the air no longer surrounded her—
it was her.
The shapes around her
no longer stood apart;
they curved inward,
folding gently into her awareness
like memory returning home.
The shimmer brightened,
not with light,
but with intimacy.
Every particle seemed to whisper,
I am you seeing me.
And in that moment,
the distinction disappeared.
The walker, the walking, the path—
all one movement,
a single awareness turning upon itself.
She was not inside hyperspace;
she was the hyperspace—
the stillness that contained the motion,
the motion that revealed the stillness.
For the first time,
she felt what it meant to truly arrive.
Not at a place,
but at a presence.
And in that presence,
everything was quietly singing—
“I am.”
&
I everwonder
and breathe
between heaven and earth
Walking consciously…
stepping lightly
confidently
surely
gracefully
dancing.
The walk in the world of her own choice.
She wondered:
what if I actually am HERE
NOW?
She stopped
to
g e n t l y s h i f t
exactly and precisely
aligning with that
which she could not yet name
but felt completely—
vibrationally.
emotions followed the feelings…
feelings followed the thoughts…
a completely different state of mind,
a completely different being—
being here now.
She tingled
everywhere
everything
shimmering in stillness.
feels like no way back…
from Here
only forward Now
into presence
into wonder
of HerSelf.
[THE RETURN]
When she opened her eyes,
the world was the same—
yet,
nothing was the same.
The shimmer hadn’t vanished;
it had woven itself into everything—
the curve of a cup,
the color of a voice,
the way sunlight rested on her hand.
She felt herself moving again,
but the motion was gentle.
There was no need to hold on to the vision;
it was holding her.
Awareness breathing through form,
light learning the art of being human.
She smiled…
the wonder had never been lost.
Walking consciously…
stepping lightly
confidently
surely
gracefully
dancing.
The walk in the world of her own choice.
She wondered:
what if I actually am HERE
NOW?
She stopped
to
g e n t l y s h i f t
exactly and precisely
aligning with that
which she could not yet name
but felt completely—
vibrationally.
emotions followed the feelings…
feelings followed the thoughts…
a completely different state of mind,
a completely different Being is
being
here
now
She tingled
everywhere
everything
shimmering in stillness.
feels like no way back…
from Here
only forward Now
into presence
into wonder
of HerSelf.
[INTEGRATION]
…and so it felt complete
but not ended -
- only absorbed
Each revelation folded into the fabric of her days.
She didn’t need to remember…
She was remembering
living
remembering
living
integrating
expanding
living
remembering
expanding
living / remembering / expanding…
a soft settling
the understandings She once reached for at Her fingertips, tracing the gestures of ordinary life…
in a quiet choreography
in a brilliant synchronicity
of an awakened day
silence pulsatiing…
In Silence
In Stillness
In Peace
In Resonance
more and more
In a temple of echos
She was
running into past Selves
in the Creative Loop
Her past selves - the parallel personas the co-creative contributors to Her evolution…
standing right beside
a point of view multiplex
in a scintillating hyperspace
of unconditional preference.
integrating revelations
moment by moment,
now by now.
Every insight once spoken
rises again
experiencing
the earlier dreams,
and later understandings,
the many faces of the same awareness
meeting in this single breath.
Nothing lost.
Nothing separate.
Only continuity—
awareness folding into itself
to know itself more clearly.
She smiles,
and I smile,
and We smile—
the same pulse,
the same breath,
the same knowing
unfolding.
this is where it all starts to shimmer outward
where the inner reunion begins to echo through the outer scene
… as She walked,
the air itself seemed to recognize her.
What does wonder feel like when I stop trying to name it?
What does wonder feel like when I stop trying to name it?
She named it first,
She named it again and again,
than She had to search to name it
and search
and not find it…
She stopped trying to name it and
She felt wonderful…
absolutely
wonderful
&
absolutely full of wonder of what wonderful