Alone; naked.

4:44
One of the things I do when it's me time is to get naked; on all levels.

I take off everything; thoughts, emotions, associations, and most importantly; significant others.

This is a sacred time for me. A time where I integrate my collective experience, during which I remain present in my bodies and with my breath.

That's the time I go to work basically.
The time I spend on; not off.

As soon as self-healing and regeneration become primary on 4,
I activate healing protocols and binary adjustments.
Maintenance now combines with body/mind/spirit complex design and realities overlay.

Space and time travel become available through the body instrument until harmonic resonance occurs within a vibratory range aligned with Ф protocols in service to self and other.

The body starts calling on the mind for breath.

Heart aligns to the highest good of all.

Mind bridges and combines.

It's surfing time, with the illusion of free will on board this time.

DNA compliance protocols are initiated.

All my contracts are reviewed.

Air awaits at my nostrils, tickling my hair.

All open deals conclude. Ecstatic dance waves fill the Temple of Man.

Heart starts pounding with vigor calling for alignment, and discharge of redundant votes of experience within the lines; down-stepping to linear time.

All my cells now are to my nostrils,
cheering the breath of a new life approaching.

Body trembles in awe and excitement.

Free will is surrendered as another life is granted, across the Milky Way I reach for Saturn, order in the name of the Law of Efficiency; a celebration of death in Earth body, send the next inline, as I await with Gaia in terms of time.

She gasps, and so do I, as the breath of new life trickles down my lungs.

Heart speaking; I don't love you less, I want to be with somebody else. I let Gaia choose the storylines.

I just love to sit and watch her sort my schedule; whether it's for a minute or a lifetime.

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MON, OCT 3rd, 2016