Present Summation

There are those who say desire is bad and a hindrance upon the road to enlightenment. Rather, desire is what inspired the creation to begin with, it is what keeps The Dance flowing. So, desire is a necessary aspect to a complete/whole state of being reflecting The Dance/Source. The desire initiating creation was the desire to see and be seen. Of course it manifested instantaneously and the dance began to flow into/toward the fulfillment of that desire. The answer to that desire was physical. And so the journey/flowing toward/into it is much like a maze puzzle:

The Dance is flowing in every path, dancing in each "dead end", desiring and thus extending each path all the while heading into the other side of the maze from complete formlessness through spirit through spirit/physical and into purely physical where it's desire is fulfilled, embodied and released as the physical version of it's self, experiencing and observing The Dance. So it is that every path senses it's source yet every path is not to the same destination but physical creation is the arena in which all are presently focused because it is the grand fulfillment of the initiating desire of all that is within creation. Everything desires to be within physical because it's source IS the desire fulfilled by physical embodiment.

Integration beginning in earnest. The initiation of me into me, The Dance within me who is she.

The loving caress of a mother, the back of hand drawn in the whisper of a touch across a cheek, as I caress a flowering bush, is felt within me.
The longing of The Dance to be inside me, to be in body that she may thus brush my cheek similarly, for it is just such a touch that I need.
The regretful holding back and withdrawing as man longing to fill his young woman with his love, she longs to be inside me, but knows the soul is not yet ready. "Hurting her would be the end of me", says 'he'. "Thank you for thus sharing yourself with me", from me, rubbing cheek to that hand,caressing me.
The smallest penetration, the whisper of a kiss, a taste so serene and sweet. Something else I need. A longing deep within me.
"Pull it back, little one" she says to me, "rest and release that which comes between you and me, the anxiety, making you unready for me". There will be another day for thee.
So goes the dance of embodiment, of this thing beloved and dear to me, The Dance, Mother and Father of all, of me.
The ghost of three. Distraction.
My soul recognizes this is her beloved, all she has been wanting, all she has been waiting for, all for which she has been longing,what her soul needs. Oneness of body. Oneness of me.
So she, the "he" in me allows the integration, allows the release, allows the rest we need. Observing with fascination as a man of a sleeping lover, a child by her mother,a dear, sweet little form, the results of his generosity, the rest he gives her. He is gracious. He is loving. He is nurturing of me.
I am loved romantically.
I have the warm embrace of a family.
I have it all growing inside me, a pregnant mother, a child within me, the child that is me. A family that is complete in me and in she and in we.
Innocence and purity, curled up and cradled in safety,warm arms and loving embrace, all holding one in another. He will not touch his sister, his lover, for right now she belongs to her mother, these babes at rest and at ease together within me.

A present sense of what is going on

As an aside: I am usually this prolific only in the fall, suggests that time is indeed speeding up.

So far this is the sense I am getting for a big picture according to awareness of knowings I receive on a consistent basis:
  We are indeed each and every one of us The Dance expressing certain desires or at least dancing toward certain desires. Like a childhood puzzle where you try to trace a path through a maze from a character to it's destination (trace a path from a duck to the pond, for example), we are either a dead end or road to freedom/fulfillment of a certain desire (The Dance has reached the pond). Those through whom The Dance can reach it's desired states of being, windows of perception, etc get sovereignty-they become their own entity with free will and individual everlasting life in an enlightened state of being. The vessel becomes it's own entity with it's own spirit, soul and body.  No one will rule in the heavens who has not experienced a physical incarnation. The final destination of each is now sealed. The dead ends  are placed in vessels, limited to only certain places of occupation and vessels (tribes), from which they can only and only they can feed off of. No other vessels will be of use to them nor have any use for them. Any attempts to violate this arrangement will result in a plague upon their tribe, further reducing their range of movement and ability to feed.
   Frankly, I  get the sense that life on earth and in the heavens is a mixed bag. We have unconscious avatars becoming integrated with conscious beings, w e have conscious avatars becoming "I, Robot"s, we have vessels in the dark who will just expire with the promise of "everlasting life" equaling a remembrance of. Basically, an understanding appropriate to smooth the transition into whatever our destined state of being is.

Grandmother Lava

Once upon a time I was seeking the highest consciousness I could come up with. The slower, more dense things are wiser because they have been around longer and because they are caught in time without moving, they can observe and reflect more deeply. That left mountains. But mountains are too intellectual and self-righteous, so what is the more feminine version of them, what is their source? Lava! And so I reached in to sense and convey my distress to "Grandmother Lava". She does not wake often (comparatively speaking), but when she does, things change. She joined with me and gave me to stomp my foot, sending my energy into the earth. An earthquake happened nearby not long after. While this was occurring I got the sense of a few things historically, I was reflecting on this after conveying to another how I was recently given to do another foot stomping. I'm not sure what it was about because I asked it just be given quickly before I over think it and hinder Spirit as I am known to do quite frequently before. And this is what I was given while reflecting upon my conveyance:

When Grandmother Lava wakes, she is usually grumpy about what she perceives is upon the earth (on her body). That's when mass extinctions occur. She decides who will stay and who will go. It was at some point The Critical Eye came into the mind of "man" and realized it was "God". Well, that's when all hell broke loose upon the earth.

Turns out, as well, that after one reaches "Eden," this "God" is the gateway/guardian to/of The Dance..maybe not a gateway or guardian per say but a serious contender to those who are drawn to and by "her".