Layers

How do I feel right now, that it's  8:22pm,   in mid -October of  2017?  We just got our roof torn completely off--there were at least four layers of untorn off wooden roof up there--and that feels good. Even though Mike, the guy we contracted, bit off a bit more than he could chew, he's going to get back to us with how much more it'll cost us, to have hired a couple more men I think it was, so we might be looking at three hundred dollars or so.   I feel great, this house we bought in SLC is the real deal. 105 years old with a bone dry root cellar basement hidden under the pantry in our kitchen. Our back yard has a lot of room for growth and development, it's a fun space for us now and we can build and grow around it over the years.  Zane's Clubhouse is great, and once we continue that project, it'll have a first floor possibly heated for winter and lit up with its own electric light switches. Zane's miniature home he'll eventually move out into so we'll have to time witholding the thing until he's ready to move in, I guess.  Something for when he's maybe 15, like I was when I moved to our back yard renovated shed. I loved that room, my little island sanctuary oasis of records and science fiction paperbacks. I feel like I could be connected to that kid still, and that I'm rolling with the changes and allowing something new to take shape. This plasticity I'm feeling seems to be getting ahold of me in more ways than one. For instance the maneuverability of my fingers across this slightly miniaturized keyboard remains superior to what seems possible. I feel emboldened by undercurrents whose arrival having exchanged for others I imagine swiftens my own departure from stasis. I feel individually crowned among a network of interdependent electricity exchanges, and I can't for the life of me figure out how it is we manage to escape or slip past and through our daily cracks without receiving the shock of our lives, and that's when I realize it's because we are the capacity for the ultimate surge of energy, we are the conduit for the currently manifesting flow lines of the avidly developing universe. We're threads chasing the looming vestment on the horizon of our dream. We're about to suit up and hit the street wearing our own brand of extra solar energy. I think that's real neat.

We're developing in layers, interwoven from a third dimensional level occurring across time and therefore four dimensional, when a certain amount of revolutions further on down the line will suffice to charge the nexus generational overture of matricial amplitude.  In other words we'll have evolved just to the point where we can better discharge and control the flow of electromagnetic energy channeled through our bodies. It's important to remember our bodies are what plug us in to the fundament. Believing takes seeing to the next level each time the universe performs a cubic matrix shift. The veils swept away are galactic in size and proportion.