Prism Array

I feel myself utilizing a sliver of my being. Last night with Sage, such a marvelous activation serving Hapé, remembering the Shamanic sphere, who has been more quiet recently, with loud piercings, the rock, and a deafness to follow. Here lies a key to Grace, to entering the music in a state of ConnectiviTy, the Essence of Elevading Grey, and afoundation beyond arrival to iTs success. Though the body seeks less movement, or perhaps that of a different language than my accustom. I tune into the silence, allowing the embodying to be merely breath of a blank canvas before entering the sea of sound.