The Free Radical

‘Tis the season for breaking spider webs with my face. The trick is to not walk through the forest with my mouth open… lest I accidentally swallow a spider. Ew!

In a previous Report, I issued a missive on behalf of Spider, whom at that point I hadn’t yet met. Judging from her appetite for wasps I had concluded that she must be a rather formidable creature.

A formidable creature indeed! Those raspberry leaves, from which she has constructed this house, are fairly large leaves, measuring several inches in length each. I really like this picture because of the markings discernible on her back. I know this Spider… or at least, her predecessor.

Grandmother Spider, the architect and keeper of the Loom of Existence, has a whole chapter dedicated to her and her interaction with Martin Dexter in the second book of my Muse Trilogy, Butterfly Dreams: The Nectar of Transformation. The original Grandmother Spider was jet black with two white triangles on her back representing a separated six-pointed star. This newest version is mostly white with golden markings. Those with “the eyes to see” understand the significance of those markings and their relation to the inauguration of the Golden Age. Her message this day, and in the coming days, is rather complex and very far-reaching… so let us begin.

This is the top view of a wasp freshly cocooned in the center of her web. The wasp’s face is visible, staring up from the background of a raspberry leaf. The blurriness to either side is the nearly vertical view of the strands of the ensnaring web.

“To recap, I will remind you that there have been many schemes within schemes, wrapped up in deceptions, delivered on a platter of lies… underlying the relationships of your patriarchal controlling elite. As these old webs fall into disrepair, their advocates fall from their lofty positions to become… um… lunch. There is still much to be cleaned up, but let us turn to the New.

“Consider the spiral structure of my web. Though it is made from a single strand issued from my being– the linear unspooling of Time– its existence is surely geometric. It holds linear time in a new configuration, making many moments visible at once. There is very little point in tracing its linearity… as it functions holistically.

“You must learn to function more and more away from linearity, immersed in wholeness. Do not get too caught up in step-by-step ideologies. Yours is a role of Vision. You are to choose destinations while others work out how we all might get there. And even when your goal is not clearly defined, you must still choose a direction. In times of great change, you are required to move. Move according to your heartfelt principles.

“Let us speak now of guidance versus improvisation. What is important to remember about guidance is that a guide may only infallibly lead you to where the guide has already been. To venture into the Unknown demands your improvisations; no one has been there before.

“The Human Anthropos is a relatively new creation. You are fundamentally Wayshowers. You will lead this Creation into uncharted territory. Your journey now is assuredly one of remembrance, but all of the pieces have never been assembled before. It is a paradox for you to ponder that the restoration of all that you have been will culminate in total novelty. As such, you will choose to move ahead into the new direction of Total Universal Integration.

“We are all in this together. There is only One Life here on Earth. Ideas of oneness are not exclusively human. The unique perspective of but the tiniest of creatures must be included in any successful Total Universal Integration.

“When the world of your disenfranchised culture offers only confusion, turn to your wild siblings for proof and clarity. All is ascending together. Even when your world appears to be falling apart around you, you will find clear evidence among your animal brothers and sisters that a kinder, gentler, sweeter world is coming into manifestation. Only fear can bely this fact.

“Be daring in your improvisations… never quite knowing how anything will turn out, but trust in your own innate goodness. Don’t get caught up in the old traps; be done with them; they no longer serve. The rules change when you change them. It is Time.”

As I ponder Grandmother Spider’s words, I think of all of my friends who have taken up the ascension narrative. We want evidence. We are “told” that the Earth is already anchored in a fifth-dimensional reality… but we want proof. The only places, so far, where we can find such proof is within ourselves and in the natural world itself. All of Earth is ascending– if the narrative is to be believed; then there must be proof in Nature that this is indeed the case. Don’t wait for the tabloid headlines to read: “Juniper Berries Taste Out of This World” or “Alfalfa Blossoms Display Unprecedented Colours.” These are things you’ll have to check for yourself… to your own satisfaction.

I’m satisfied.