It is time that the seeker's eyes gazed in and saw what the hidden ones hide. Little if anything appears to be changing. Progress made effectively only scrapes the plaster off the wall to reveal the unrelenting brickwork wall. A blank wall. Motivation the hardest energy to summon, especially as the energies unleashed in previous weeks is now a mere shadow of its former self. A murmur of the voice it had before --- a mere hint of the cacophony it was before. The seeking Hawk sights the clearing within that dense copse of ancient trees, but is unable to penetrate the protective layer of the tearing Hawthorn branches. Everything appears to have been deliberately pulled in tight. Tightly packed presences disguise those who are in the centre of it all. The guilty party is known to those who face the public eyes. That the observing piercing eyes can perceive. But no amount of laser light can now penetrate that doom. A plot is mere speculation with so little evidence to chew upon. Voices from beyond; from within the ethereal places are silent. They do not aid the shaman in its unrelenting journey through the caverns of shades.
The brick wall has weaknesses but scouts inspect those places in an attempt to strengthen those nooks and crannies. Inspiration fails this inquisitive mind. High magic creates an illusion, but no former impression is lost ... the shaman merely consolidates it energies to soar once more as high as it takes to fly above this barrier. It is time that the seeker's eyes gazed in and saw what the hidden ones hide.
For now permit the wisdom of Odin and a gaze into the impressions within Mimir's Well; perhaps an awakened perception will sense that which the hidden wish nobody to see. Will gaze at that which the hidden see as a risk to them; a risk because so much effort has been taken to create the hologram to conceal what is really going on.
The force of EH to shatter that illusion. For there are blatant lies and falsehoods spoken and shown. So few players in the tale should be believed. It is all a deception. Even now. They know the outcome for sure. They know the little one is safe so why don't they say? Why don't they reveal but then it is a risk; it is not instructed by those who devised it all ... they have not attained what it is they set out to achieve. This is planned and it is a deep rooted cause in both religious and governmental policy. These things should not be said, but they are and it will be so easy for the powers be to disregard one voice that says it. One little voice that stands alone cannot stop that snowball from rolling. Eyes see that innocent little child then turn and face all those guilty parties; all around are lies ... and anger ... and deceit. May the power of EH evoked by the power of truth shatter that illusion and permits those who hide her be found out before they are permitted to hide once more. She is close by to the stables and well kept horses.
Two headed YR and the fable of the risk of a life which shall not transpire. Many others suffer in the belief that the little girl is at risk or has perished. But not I, for I have faced this before and remain unchanged in my declaration of her survival. I am assured by the presence of the ancient dragon line that her existence is one of reverence; the perpetuation of her life suits the cause ... she appears a product of so much effort. Kept safe in a hidden place. A locked door on a history which those who have the power insist must not be revealed. Deep rooted influences and far reaching concerns. The little girl does not come from an ordinary family. There is something magical about it all. Her life is not one meant to expire; and it shall not be expected to expire. So much effort taken to keep her plight and her locality concealed. Close by to where she resides is a place known for its ancient trees?
DAEG reveals new horizons and some kind of change ahead. A time of transformation and realisation. The structure and methods of an organisation are changing there within the concealment; away from public eyes. Something like a revolution is taking place. One out of favour at the head of the mountain who's signal pyre makes little smoke; communicates with those who conceal her who are making so much smoke. Their efforts are seen and now understood. Their message cryptic and guided; following the pattern of ancientness laid down in order for those far distant ones to glean what it is they hope to achieve.
