BajoBaj

BajoBaj by Susurra

SHAPE SHIFT IS CONVERSATION

 Before the light we had gradually expelled from our psyches and maybe also then all in all other creatures/beings that existed before the massive industrialization of the past hundreds of years. But as soon as the transition came and we began changing ourselves, we soon realized these whole beings that we have neglected.  The blending with them began. This often magic creatures we some kind of advance version of us trapped in the constant past that we lived during the times before the light.They taught at mainly theirs shape-shifting technics as our physical body was getting lighter and lighter and we where blending with the light. They were the same like us have being waiting for long time and possibly also having lost their purpose of being against an apathic audience. it was indeed one of the purposes, to teach us to shape shift or The language of light, as before they were the only ones intermediating between us and the lights, now we were in direct conversation.The priests, the doctors and the poets.

Floods

Why the floods? We were left with the responsibility of keeping the world in place. Before, we were only responsible for what was immediately present,  this was possible by the light keeping the rest in place. Ie: when you left the room, you did not have to think about the table, as the universe was taking care of it. The transition was gradual. We swiftly had to learn how to keep rivers on course, the whole earth in harmony, we had to develop a full unified conciousness, as before the Light was doing. The new star brought more challenges than the initial benefits could foresee, the  marriage of our old sun ,made us like a new born, were we becoming the new sun? For the time being our new acquired orange eyes were having a hard time keeping the water in order, and so is why floods happened.

Interference

That is all what it came down to. There was something between us and the light. Those who knew more tried to clear this cloud. Inevitably they set up another kind of cloud. I remember the first kid, playing with small insects, giving them food, direction by transporting them long distances, did it really help the insects or just confuse them till death? Sometimes higher intelligences are clueless, how can you love at such a distance, and how can you not interfere when you know best. Ahh, the great wings gave us trouble, as soon as we hit the first wall the came to our aid, we obviously needed it badly, some of us even say that the new star is just the help we needed. This is though beyond our comprehension, there is only a trust within us, this is so powerful that must be good,… interference, clouds our vision.

The constant orbit of Necessity

I was resting between activities; the acceleration rate was overwhelming,

As she came in I got up, knowing that, I could remember the first time I did this, even before the lights appeared. Her intention traveling first, reached me, still our bodies were slower than the intention.

We need to go- She communicated.

As we locked in subsequent sounds on the distance, that where providing signpost for transportation, we zigzagged trough space until we reached the group meeting.

The Seeker told us this "song" was hiding in a cave of light, waiting to be sang and be freed, that was the Seeker task, to find and free hidden intelligences to the open atmosphere for Maximum communication. Together we vibrated this meaning trough sound and light.

"

Like you always knew,

What time it was

Like you Always felt,

how the wind

blowing over the mountains,

delayed the passing of the day

Oh Uncountable amount of stars

in orbit around us.

Please take with you the Necessity

You practiced it with friends and foes

They generated the struggle within you

Which keeps momentum,

like the nut you have hidden for he winter

You know where it is,

Even though if we prefer to complain we lost it

You know that the orbit, will arrive to iits own tail.

The Necessity will find it

You know,

You know,

like the wind blowing over the mountains,

delayed the passing of the day.

"

As we let the last unison fade out and resonate in the spark of life. A stillness arrived, similar to do point of change between day and night, even though with the new star, we could feel this subtlety of the "old' sun. As we where standing there, the ocean of silence covered us, and the this presence inundated us. There was an agitation in every particle of our individuality. Just us. Essence.

The song was some kind of missing ingredient in the present constellation, and clicked and catapult us yet again further beyond.

We stay in this quietness until the ocean tide of silence folded back. For a long period we stayed, just the minimum activities, a bit of nourishing and cleansing, some brushing of our light filaments, but for the first time after a long, long period, there was nothing to do, we did not even have to meet to do nothing us we where doing to create vacuum, we were what we were. She was right opposite me to me in this elliptical figure, we had formed for the singing, and or this eternity were nothing was necessary, we stared at each other with Joy.

Burning Orange

With the first groups we would trow ourselves into the vacuum, into the abyss, looking for answers, we push ourselves foolishly and encountered great mystery and pain. As i found myself one day, waiting for a rock to get me trough the day, The burning orange was scraping my idiocy, the light that got inside me and was scraping my inside from the unnecessary. I was just a thin skin, able to look outside and inside, a bag of empty meat. Outside reality was still happening as we remembered it, inside the orange burning sun was cooking us, getting us ready for the next station.

The Trace of Meaning

Many got lost in the transition with this new feature. As childs with no sense for so long we suddenly had to much. The change in the alignment implied that we could trace meaning infinitely back. Everything you did was meant to be now, it was your way to the present. We could travel all our life it seems, finding the cause of things, finding the cause of the cause, and so on. Did they really got lost in the trace of meaning? The groups decided during the trasition that a group of wayters should travel in the search of the origin of the origin. Once decided there was not much to do, a few goodbyes, we knew this was the last time we would see each other, a journey to the infinite. with time and as the lights where getting closer to us we realize that the patterns of the big stars approaching had a resemblance with those of the wayters that left in the search of the origin. As all of the group realized this, the future became present, the wayters where back with us, much changed, almost unrecognizable.-We had to change- They told us - We have seen the origin-, but they kept traveling because there was more, they saw that there were things creating the origin. They found us. All what they learnt was available and we could now trace the meaning into the future.

Inside Us

Before the transition, The Light was making us prisoners of the circumstances, we received and generated in accordance with our life experience, we were reaching high and falling low, comparing, wanting and pretending to choose. We build decent prisons for our petty existences, and although potentially the door of the cell was always open, we would rather stay in. There were always groups explaining in different traditions about the way to freedom. This was always a false hope in the sense that the conditions were not created for the true release. With the approximation of the second star, the conditions were there, available, habit killed a few of us, staying inside with this amount of light was not only impossible but suicidal, During the transition the catastrophe occurred, it began slowly, there was some benevolence in the air as the plants were greener, disease was healed, the climate was balanced and there was abundance and an equilibrium, there was a feeling in the air of union, the planet was together and differences between regions vanished from the psyche of individuals. It felt like one of those planetarian competition games of regions, a sense of brotherhood. As the star came closer, the end of the planet as we knew it began. As the tank was filling up with light all was good, when the accumulated fuel ignited was when it happened. The catastrophe was not like always pictured in premonitions, earth opening, oceans inundating, whole regions in fire and whole regions in covered by ice. The catastrophe was inside, the prison broke apart, our perception cracked, a sea of light illuminated our shadows. It felt like being dying of thirst and being struck by a massive wave of clean sweet water, trying to hold some water with the hand, slipping trough the fingers. The realisation of the wasted time unable to take the bless of abundance.
The catastrophe was inside us, as it always has been.

The Spacecraft (Soundcraft) that takes you Always Home

It was made for two. To take the two of us. We have already practiced some moves in the previous project with her. We had played mobile and the sound was taking us into places. We found a way of transportation. As we built this programming we lost the original force and I lost her for the first time, but that is another story. I realise that direction was important and the new project was specifically designed to Take you Home, wherever you were. This was assuring a back to base, in case of emergency. The seed for next one was there and a new mischief partner fulfilled the role. We were due to travel Always Home with our sounds, the new one had also experience in duo flying, it was a transition from her, trough a sister, a great pilot with less emotion and baggage involved with me. We had the right amount of experience. And we built this Soundcraft. Our flying sequence was:
Sonreir (Smile) – Cucu (Greeting) – Brava (Courage) – Our Flag (Statement) – Sunboy (powerforce) – Abdication (Let Go) – Princesita (Little princess) – Susurra (whisper) – Cold Stones (Remember the Loss) – The Joyfull Day Of My Life (Extra Fuel) – My Friend and the Saw (The unnecessary) - Carriage (Our cristal) – Orange Eye (Receive Life) – Sueno (Dream) – Mother Called (Direction) – The right One (Decision) – Limited Stay (Sense of Urgency).
We flown successful missions. We Always arrived Home. This was the preparation and transition for the next project. Now that I knew I could fly Always Home if needed, I began an expedition to all the places possible in this ship, she did not need to travel with me and she stayed home, I got a new co-pilot for the exploration, he was pretty much the main pilot and he jump into the ship with confidence and unattached. We shoot out in many directions and visit amazing places, travel in a condensed time... but that is another story.

The Loss

And we Lost many. Some tears in our cheeks. Sooner or later we do remember them again. Misfortune and Life living itself, you gain... you lose... The seed of change falls in hole, deep, without end, to germinate, in between the worlds, the loss is the filter of the light, an attractor of lights, lights to show the shadows, our dark sides. I lost her many times, and many times she showed up in my dreams, negotiating her exit, giving the reason of the fall, I wish I leave but I already left. We worked with this in the transition, there is no further till we let go. So many more got lost in the beginning, in the transition we tried things, we follow leads, innocent at this benevolent force we were receiving, but the force has no language, and cannot control the medium, materials limit, our thought misunderstand, our interpretation of the force took us to our own places, and those who where lost transform and decay to be just part of the way. The wayters step on the lost ones, no bad intention, just the path.

The Only Story

As a preparation for growing up, we have been told the same story, over and over again, and we have wondered and learn to accept the understanding about life. Like a fairy tale for children. Building the understanding for the future. We though that good and evil was within us, and that we could change things, but there was no such a thing, the story told over the centuries was meant to prepare and crystallize this breed of creatures that we are and to prepare when Light will become available again, the history is a dark shadow weight over our spring, gathering momentum for the release and further jump to the outside of the seed.

Family Reunion

Los Hijos de Sol. We are the sons of the Sun. An arm in flame gave us life. A solar storm as they used to call it. As soon as transportation was available throughout the planet, I did a few trips to visit my family in other lands, where I was born, the place I left in the search of The Lights, I did not know why at that time, I knew there was a search and an urge. The awake and the sleep times have blur somehow, both are more conscious and colorful. What are we doing for rest now? We just look inside ourselves, at our core an stop everything, inner and outer impulses, we watch them until they stop, we regain the clarity and we move to the next task. There is much to prepare, we are getting ready, we are clearing the way, between this work, I often travel to visit my family. Hold hands. It is part of the preparation as we are meeting with our fathers family. The other lights that breakout in the sky sometime ago, are approaching and we are preparing for the gathering.

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