It's been a long and tiring week. Weariness has set in for the traveller. Fortunately the Seeker still scans the trail and provides snippets of insights as it soars high in those slakeless skies. Through all of the confusion, intuition has remained undaunted by the melee which unfolded on the trail within the billowing clouds ... as confusion closed around the heart wood like quickly growing dense deciduous trees. One minute, the trail was cleared of the deadwood and the last few steps were observed, then in the next breath an entire new forest .... much denser than ever before .... was constructed to hide the fact from the gathered observers. But though the dense concrete walls were quickly constructed, the Seeker was still able to watch from its undetected vantage point.The truth is ... I am very weary right now. A Daily Merlin was added earlier than has been the norm in preceding days and weeks. So much frenetic activity exists currently; there are insufficient hours in the days at this point in time to ensure that everything can be undertaken and in the order it is required. Ultimately there will be delays in communications as this mortal has to take a breath and prioritise. It is just a temporary situation I am sure.
Dreams are as frenetic as ever. Their imagery very precise in their detail. More real than real at times. Indications and further insights ... most surely given to the sub-conscious mind by the Seeker which resides in still higher minds. Information filtering through into the lower awareness. All of which is noted down and fused into current insights. Interestingly so.
It is a certainty this weariness will pass. The Traveller aware of the need for an untroubled night's sleep. Disturbances still continue as assurances from those etheric quarters still arrive in clandestine abundance. The Sorcerer not doubting a single word or a single insight. Conveying a consistency in what is passed forth within those transcripts. Nothing has changed. There is no conflicting communique from the elysian fields. So the fact remains that the newly constructed forest over which the Seeker hovers is by clever design with its holographic transmissions broadcast on the white concrete walls a clear illusion. Emotionally compelling for those on the material shores of Malkuth. But for any minds higher ... walking the pathways of branches of those stately trees ... there is clearly a different reality being wrought on the base metals at the foot of those trees. Alchemy prevails in those mystical avenues ... as emotions are processed and reactions reviewed. On those many levels the Seeker sees ... and conveys those occultic messages within the mind of the Traveller. It can only be a matter of time before it is portrayed in simple terms for the observing to comprehend.
But that can only be after the Traveller emerges refreshed from the cave of introspection. For him the wander into the cave is surely only a temporary thing. To the observer nothing untoward will be witnessed ... it will appear nothing has seemingly changed at all. That is the magic of the moment ... the alchemy of the situation ... for in truth something will have changed ... as the enigma becomes known and what is a mystery will be a mystery no more.
