F R O G L A N D ! channeled by vavrek vavrek.com :: creative commons by-sa ~ "Dance with us during these Happy Times! Chirping This Song, greeting This Moon, We sing as This World. Our Voices, each a note of One Chord, strings pulled tight upon This Loom of Stars. Our Sound reaches out, touching each piece of This One Life. Your Life! We Thank, Honor, and Greet You, Fellow Frog. Welcome to Your Land. Welcome to Frogland!" -FROGLAND CHRONICLES VOL.01 C H A P T E R 0 1 The flesh of Her soft Breast pressed gently upon the rounded Bamboo. Peeking between bright Green leaves, She Thought, "We are not Lost." Somewhere from the Trees came the sound of a Guitar warmly humming rounded patterns of scales, each repetition a flow of grace lightly drifting between majestic wooden pillars and cascading branches. Busy Insects felt This Sound, some occasionally lifting an antenna up to the Air, feeling deeper into this distant communication. The Sun blazed down upon it All, pouring melting warmth over Everything indiscriminately. "Where is One to hide?" She Asked. "There's nothing here that You don't Know already," She Said, raising a tiny Frog to Her Nose. Colorful fruits lined the pathways, dotted and dangling in scattered arrays of voluptuous plenty. Air smelled fresh and full, various flowers filling the morning with luscious scents, thick and rich, vibrant with Nature's potent, open invitation. A light Wind came, filling This Space with a slight hissing sound, the subtle rustle of Palm Leaves brushing in swaying waves. Some kind of surrender filled Her Mind. A gentle release of habit, honoring of Truth. Her Sight rolled over This View, Her Eyes a distant Blue, to mirror This Bright Sky. A Flame! She Smiled, allowing Her lowering gaze to turn and fall toward the Great Green Ball under Her Feet. Something We Remember. Something We Are. It's as if the rolling hill was the canvas of Her Mind, a landscape of reflecting Inner joy, understanding of Infinite Time that simply Shines! A golden glow softly grew within This Dawn and so it was that She was bathed in Love. For, what else is This Sun? This Giving Fire, This Loving One? She touches All, feeding every Life, Sharing with All, Warming, Showering, and Showing All. Mother Fountain Supreme! Of course, She Knew All This, and contained within Her a Core of This One Solar Crystal. Something Lit! So, Frogs went on, chanting Their mantra to This Galactic. It was as if They could barely hear any Words, Their Inner Tuning so honed, so sharp, so Entirely local as to be purely Universal and Present. As were All Things, Big or small, Ultimately So! Spiral Indeed! A lockstep sprawl of bending Circles. The Frogs had shown All Ages a clear map of Nature's heart, a precise demonstration of Life's Identity. The Answer to Any conscious questioner. This is Universally Known. Body development, Mind, and Zen, Everything Forever revealed. Wisdom incarnate. Fact is, She, This Girl, had been Listening ever since Birth. ~ "Words, precious Words to fill, to Love, to Hold. Even skeletal remains decay, but not so Words. To Give Them Is a Gift. When You can go to No One, go to Every One. Go to Words! Letters are Friends, a Gift to be Shared." -FROGLAND CHRONICLES VOL.01 C H A P T E R 0 2 "Eye Am This Highest of High!" "Eye Am This Anointed Flower!" "Thank You!" "Thank You!" "Who needs a Light, when Eye have This Moon..." She Thought, walking around lush ground. Of course, Stars Know This Full story and The Frogs are always busy Telling it, Speaking for all of the various organs of Our One Body, This Uni - Verse. This One - Song. This being the Nature of Nature, to reflect, celebrate, simply enjoy Life as much as possible. Thus The Frogs Sing! Transparent and clear Always to Any, with or without Eyes. And so, She Saw. In This Seeing, Gratitude was Born and could never Die. "If there were Something Other, then This would not Be," She Said to the cluster of Stars beside a towering Mango Tree. Grey blending shades of Moonlit branches bloomed in the silent, still space of a bright Night. "This Moon, Great Reflector of the One, keeps This memory of Light, holds This candle of promise through long, lonely dark coldness." "Alone means All One!" Upon evenings such as These, when clouds appear more as powdery decorations upon open Air, All pathways are effortlessly apparent. "Lizards Dance, Laugh, and Love to Stare, yet it is The Frogs who Speak and Share!" Moon and Sun Are One! "Great Mother, solid, silent, and strong, You are the Center of This World," She Thought, a spread Hand pushing against the moist trunk of a tall Coconut Tree. Explosions of Green shoots hovered over Her Head, suspended in a Sea of startling Sunlit Blue Air. Breathe in Deep . . ! She Stared at Her Hand connecting with the wet moss speckled bark. "All Right!" She Thought. "As obvious as Anything, Indeed!" "Everything up is Everything down!" "Everything One!" "Everything, Everything, Everything One!" "Everything is Everything, Indeed, then All must Be Right, for certain, as Everything Is This only thing that Really Is!" "Right?" Wild Rivers run Free! "Today sure is Sun Day!" She Called out as She Danced over the soft Green Grass toward the swinging clothesline, covered in colored dresses drying out in This Solar One. A large Red flag of fabric flapped in the rolling wind, strong symbols " A V A " displayed upon its shining surface in bold Gold. "Ava!" She Heard echo in Her Mind, a strange sounding Voice of sharp Crystal glass tones, sliding through Space as if being spoken from some remote Star. "Yes, Mother?" She Thought, pulling Her warm Red cape down from a drying line. "Fruits are ready for Harvest, Love!" the Silver Metal Voice spoke. "Please, help Yourself! Funny, there are a lot of Lizards Here Today!" "Much Love to Them!" Ava Replied, Her bare Feet and Toes pushing up from This Great Green Ball, reaching out to feel the flowing folds of a Lavender dress. "Still too damp," She Said, lifting up Her Head to View Our Glowing Sun. "Thank You!" She Said with a brief bow. "Sun, Eye Love You So!" Water tasted cool and clean going down, slightly sweet, with the mildly tart edge of a tangy young Coconut. "This is a Hot Day!" She Thought. "Actually, it Really Is Sun Day." "Eye sure made This One." A Lizard Smiled. A Breath or two later, Day is Night! Trees Are Moving! Love! And so, once again, This Moon was Full, releasing Her Total Light for the First time. Stars Kiss This Sky, a graceful sprinkle of white glittering jems spread within vast spans of Space. "Space, This True Identity of Light!" She Remarked. "We Walk as Her Ways, Sun Rays! This Day!" On This Girl went, into the uncertain Black of Night, pulling from Shadow This Pure Core of Sight. "See in This Dark!" She Shouted. "Bright Light of Plenty, Gifts Forever flowing from Her Heart." "Frogs say it so!" She Cried while the calls of crickety creaking croakers carried on along with Their Song. "Everything binds Me Here," She Thought, stroking the smooth back of a glossy Frog, Her Hand then gently lifting to point toward the Trees edging the end of a dark wet Green pasture. "These Veins we Share the same!" She Spoke to the whirling wind spinning about Her Body, a young, fit fruit of Nature graced by curves reflecting a peaceful horizon of hills, rising and falling like waves of Ocean Water being tugged by rotating wheels of Lunar gravity. And Now, She Sleeps. Dreams . . . Sun Rise! "Love! This Answer is Named!" Her Voice rising like a Dawning flow of Fire fierce to gGow, each Word grabbing hold, riding through Mind Spheres like Golden Beams of Starlight. Her Tuning? Trained, an adaptation of Eternal Change, expressed in such a Beautiful form of display. Simply put, She Was (and IS) a Glorious Frog. Spinning in small Circles and laid to rest upon a Lava Desk, Her Fingers pressed the silvery page of Text, clusters of dark marks in crooked rows running across, expressing a relaxed style of Script, a Free Play of Writing, carried on by This Spirit of Fun! "When Life hands you lemons," She Read, "Make lemonade!" "Very Wise Words Indeed, Ava!" She Heard in Her Mind, This Silvery Voice returning from Void. "Thank You!" Ava Thought back in response to Her Mother's telepathic transmission. "Frogs Be Hailed!" Ava Stared deeply into Her Book, Sky Blue Eyes scanning Symbols, stopping occasionally to Scribble, then intensely gaze into Endlessness Within. Bursting from Moments of reflecting Silence came Insight, Wisdom, and Discovery. "Sharing is Key!" She Thought. "This is such a Central Message." Bananas bordered the entry to Ava's Room, racks of Yellowing bunches slowly shifting from young bitter Green. A Triangular window hung over Her Head, a visual portal into Celestial. Abundance filled Her Life, and never did Ava ever Know hunger or lack. Food grew everywhere, from Trees and Plants, covering Ava's Domain, actually enveloping a Whole Eye Land, where All People See, and Food is Free! Coconut Trees and Hibiscus Leaves! Fish from This Sea and Jungle Berries! So Much! So Much! So Much to Eat! What a Treat! "So, Blessed BE!" "Gifts surround All Beings!" "Especially Those Wild and Free!" Ava's Desk was a Rainbow Flow of dark hardened Lava, edges whirled into Spiral curls of liquid frozen. Vines and fuzzy Ferns were woven around its width, various small Creatures tickling Their soft sprawling tips. "Life Is All Around!" "Now! Now!" Googly buggy Eyes bounced about Their sockets, delighting in the Dusk of a Tropical Dawn, This Endless Cycle of Flying Circles. Ava Loved Them All! Big and Small, Seeing Within Herself This same Ultimate Nature. Her Fingers slid the silky sheets of Flower perfumed paper from corner to border, flipping each page with the determination and grace of Fish forcefully swimming Themselves upstream. "World Of Worlds!" "W O W !" The Book Read on, "Spheres of Spaces!" "Spaces of Places!" "Where to Go?" "What to Do?" "Who, Who, Who Are You ! ? ! " Ava's Eyes drifted toward Blue Skies while These Words worked in Her Mind. "Squirmy Worms and Bats That Fly!" She Shouted aloud. "Life's Meaning is Mine!" "Although, no other World do Eye Know than Frogland My Home, and none other do Eye See than Frogland before Me, there must be More, More than Is Shown!" "Worlds Upon Worlds, Indeed!" Firework bursts of palm leaves noiselessly nodded high overhead. ~ "She Burns!" "She Burns!" "While We Turn, Turn!" "She Is My Light, My Flame, My Sun." "Oh, My Helios!" "Oh, My Holy One!" "Today Is Always Sun Day! "Sun Day For Certain!" "This Lit Moment Calls Everyone! "One Open Eye!" "Illuminating Love!" -FROGLAND CHRONICLES VOL.02 C H A P T E R 0 3 "From a Galactic Perspective, Our Earth Is very unstable." This Book Read on, "Slight wobbles while whirling around through This Universe creates dramatic seasonal shifts entirely across." "Eye Am Living My Own Dreamland..." She Thought. "All This Is My Own Creation." . . . to be continued . . . ~