The Green Stone

PART I –– THE PLANETARY PERSPECTIVE

It is richly symbolic of Earth’s motherly state now that the story of The Green Stone should be about to flame across movie screens. (cf "The Green Stone" book published in the UK, and the screen-play being developed for it by Diane Squires, Verlaine Crawford, and Phil McCain.) The story concerns the miraculous discovery, with much guidance from the dream world, of a stone of deep spiritual signifi-cance. The end of the story implies a kind of doorway into the under-world, or collective unconscious, focalized by this green orb.

Interest is high and focused on how this very fertile myth/ metaphor should be "delivered" to the media, which, as electronic noosphere, delivers awareness to collective mind, as does Gaia’s ner-vous system. The synaptic sparking of heightened awareness delivers a membrane as a vehicle in which to incarnate for a babe flirting with birth. Like a mother gasping with paroxysms, her face afire, she exchanges the pressure wave of life’s ultimate touch –– massage the envelope –– because the babe, having finished turning inside out (zygote to fetus), emerges impressed with the shape of the center of the vortex: An umbilicus through the birth canal: creates an immune self/system exploding in the fiery unpacking of that first star placing, imprint, breath.

Where does this story begin? Where did the pregnancy start? When/Where was the seed planeted?

Tectonic land masses called continents are just faces seeking lever-age afloat on a sea of fire –– the heart/core of Earth/Gaia. Recall a time when the surface membrane of Earth was rich with the memory stone of mineral, but barren of the green of biology. The responsive-ness of thin-film semiconductor biomass to the ecstatic long wave of gravity’s blood stream to the stars was but a glint in the eye of a starseed transmission.

Moss had not yet greened the sword from the stone, chelating mineral for biology to consume, maximizing surface area for touching. The chelation process is a digestion of mineral into biology. Since min-eral is memory of pattern, this is a digestion of the memories of Earth and her gravity bloodstream from stars which wove the rock, into vein and plate. Volcanism is the grinding into life of stone by fire in Earth.

The fire of the stars became rock when fertilized by the seed of pattern. Light became packed when only symmetry would do/be. Pressure passed the law called order, executing disorder. For biology to suc-seed, light would have to reach inside itself, to come up on itself, as a kind of donut. Only turning inside out would feed back. The turn was re-membering the angles, only they would slip (k)not. Those who knew the angles were named angels.

Fortunately for sweet Gaia’s el lactose (galact-toes), the angles and the arc angels form-you-lated a plan. Lux i fir (Lucifer) (light-I-fire) said seven Sisters lay out your grid, Siriusly. Yod he has Vau; he has given us space for her here, let us re-peat ig-night him time. The ONE who re-members symmetry among pressure’s wave, feeds the synaptic spark gap fire of memory.

Fourier’s sine wave summation at infinite harmonic content limit is a sharp resolution, a coherent phased/faced hologram mindful nest: The Lord of The Flame consumes perspective...cont'd

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