Imprinting Blueprints

Shipyards Creepin' Coastal Ranges

There is an imprint that exists within our inanimate matter and spatial grounds of Mother Gaia. This imprint is found in the dimension of Geology where our geographical structures come together in their literal collapse of movements, forming different structures that overlay huge amounts of rocks, dirt, and debris that hover over the sidelines of our everyday highways, countrysides, and even the nearby distances of our houses. Through these collapses, we have specific techniques where the great colossals that bring us oxygen, reinforce our grounds of the area we occupy. These colossals become our catapults for any natural disasters, such as landslides or mudslides. When the vibrations shake, stirring up the energetic interferences of our rocky surfaces of such damp grounds, the great giants hold their weight as barbaric, enduring shields to prevent the destruction of our towns, people, and our current electrical and water system we have. As these catapults respond rapidly to the vibrations, their roots still hold the capacity to preserve the remains of our plantation. Not only this but during the Ice Age, our slushy, slimy glaciers rumbled, crushing each other by their wing in a careless manner. However, these slumpy movements shaped our rocks of Yellowstone where there are inches and inches of beautiful rock structures that take decades to truly understand. While our rock formations wrestle with the great ones in their roots, our humongous waves interact and emit the soundwaves of their dimension to our coastal ranges, building up as 20 story towers that resemble our magnificent, macabre tales of the Lochness monster. However, there is barely any form of protection against such waves, but there are protocols that are met with ensuring security to people who are within our area. Through these tides, this is where the inanimate matter becomes less strong, heavily reliant on whatever they can stick to for the time being. While there are active sights of molten lava sticking together through the cracked surfaces, it reminds us that Mother Gaia and humanity are so, so conscious. They are consciousness within everything and everyone...slowly migrating into our surfaces that remain, shouting into the grains of their forms. Seemingly, nature sunbasks us and vice versa, bringing us the shimmering moonlight that struts into the intermittent tunes of classical, vintage, songs.