Terra Gaia

Branching Out

When murky, heavy winds crash into spines of creaky tree barks, we sense nature's utmost roar. Nature's roar is Terra Gaia. She is a conscious being manifested as our dear planet, Earth. She nurtures and maintains our planetarian resources in order to support us in our journeys. She breathes into our cusps of rocky, foamy sand dunes heading into vanishing particles carried by our gusty winds. While our footprints are treading our coming of age archives, she remembers them through our energies, frequencies, and vibrations. She gathers us in faraway geographical structures, situating eight billion people and counting. Nature's roar reminds us of Terra Gaia despite how we overlook her subtle gestures of love. 

Terra Gaia's manifestation as Planet Earth brought us the greatest gift of all: various toys amongst geographical structures, underlining physical forms of unconditional love. Planet Earth is roly-poly slinkies zigging and zagging into pastel-colored mushy, creative legos. Her zig zags become our chalk in manifesting our creativity in forms of different languages held up by hidden light language. She granted us our playground, filled with every possible variation ever, leading up to our sacred vision. Our sacred vision never changed. While Terra Gaia wanted us to have fun on our journey, she also wants us to remember our vision, our cosmic blueprints. Our cosmic blueprints return to our source of unconditional love. She does not want us to lose our cosmic blueprints when our variations of this playground become our perceptual prison. 

Branching out of our dark natures of matter, Terra Gaia evolves with us as beings. Through her rapid retrogrades of spacey astrological sights to blotchy solar storms hitting our climate change, she is evolving within our multi-verses of our multiple timelines. She ascends into our newer energies, frequencies, and vibrations of our third-dimension. She helps us gather our energies, frequencies, and vibrations, trying her best to transmute them into light natures of matter. During her ascension, her light language is manifested in our earthly realm in every nook and cranny that hides away from us. In fact, her light language is in everything we do, say, feel, or think as she listens to our deepest aspirations, unconsciously fiddling alongside our jelly-like brains. 

Terra Gaia encourages us to share our cosmic blueprints in our form of creativity and unconditional love. Different forms of creativity and unconditional love is her way of assisting us in our manifestations of our fifth-dimension and beyond into our third-dimension. It is a postponed article lingering in our quantum memory, delivered to us when we reach that specific field or frequency, holding up its vibrations in an accelerated manner. This creative spark, this buzz, integrates and interacts with Terra Gaia's energies, frequencies, and vibrations to reinforce the lighter natures of matter. 

Funny enough, Terra Gaia's light language is generated in our metaphorical, imaginative, and abstract expressions of our cosmic blueprints. Her light language is our fifth-dimension, sleeping away in classical books, spongy poems, dreamy artworks, and old age philosophical works. Her light language in our fifth-dimension is seen in her comparisons with personified traits of nature. Howling railroad water tracks crash into our sand dune teas, leading to our spontaneous metamorphosis of being. The vivid imageries of her creations stem from her conscious expressions in our forms of nature. She is a great storyteller. In that specific line, she tells us about how her crashing oceans are compared to railroads when they are left with dirty, polluted trash. She tells us about our sand dunes being delightful wonders to marvel at, grazing into our footprints of deserted spectacles. She concludes it with greater value and approach to our being. To resonate with her energies, frequencies, and vibrations, she tells us to slow down our speeches, hear how our consonants go up or down, how our tones react to our vibrating energies. She tells us to listen to our rhythmic variations of words, illustrating how they come together. She reminds us to be aware of where our words place their emphasis in their structures. She reminds us to remember.

She tells us about our multi-verses every day whether we know it or not. She talks about them in dreams, imagination, fairytales, and the storylines of our humanistic experience. Our driving force of escapism is our greater connectivity with our multi-verses embracing our vineyards in Terra Gaia. She knows we have the gift of wonder even when our darkest natures of matter steal them away. She cultivates our beings into evolved, physical forms of love. She shudders when she hears our ruckus blocking our stormy streets. She whimpers when she sees vibrating weapons solidifying fearful energies. She flows, rarely every interrupting with her own soundtrack, having to bear our dense energies, frequencies, and vibrations without her say in the matter. 

We can surely say Terra Gaia does not need us. We need  Terra Gaia. We need her to remind us of our humanity when our screeching is clawing at our fearful mercy. We need her when our dark natures of matter are negotiating our cosmic blueprints in efforts to postpone our evolved love for our geographical structures. We need her to tell us about our playground, our dust boards of ruffling feathers when our sensations, gratification, and ego make us wary of love. We need her for our energies, frequencies, and vibrations. She harbors, transmutes, and maintains our energies in our state of duality. With her duality, she collapses into her entirety, manifesting her projections as both metaphorical and literal concrete art. 

There are times when our third-dimension beings hate Terra Gaia. We want to leave physically when our variations in our circumstances are perceptually exhausting to bear. She resonates with our disruptions in our energies, frequencies, and vibrations, yet she knows this is not the case. If we were to leave physically through other methods, she knows that we would want to come back. She knows this because, in other multi-verses and multiple timelines, our beings do not get the privilege of reincarnating in a human body to interact with physical manifestations of our energies, frequencies, and vibrations. She says her dense energies makes Planet Earth distinctive. Since our perceptual experience feels so realistic, it can not be compared to our other dimensions. These dense energies give our music and artistry our vibrating, surround sounds, resonating in our rattling skeletons. Our beats, tunes, and vibrating waves of energies fail to match our other dimensions because they rest in physical forms of guitars, trumpets, violins, stages, drums, flutes, etc. We love to escape to our other dimensions because we get so used to these physical forms, yet they are still a privilege nonetheless. Our beings know that it is a privilege to be here despite whatever condition we had to have for our journey. Terra Gaia is Heaven, but she is also our dark natures of matter, believed to be Hell. She maintains our energies as duality. She smiles and sweeps our sandy beaches when we ask her, How can such an oasis possibly exist?