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Easters Rabbits Eat Lettice

  • Writer: Gander Editor
    Gander Editor
  • Apr 22
  • 3 min read

Updated: Aug 20

A long, wide pulse from nowhere - and in the town of Noosa, the call to move towards rabbits could not be denied.

From the very large pulses, to the very small, tiny, and intricate ones, the strength of energy alignment for our Young Griffin Kage, to find a way to eat Lettice with rabbits, could not be denied.


So, despite nursing many significant injuries, especially between the severely breeched consciousness and ripped up Mind, our creature made it there.


And - hit the ground running! With tremendous speed and vigor - opening up immediate pathways to pleasure beyond thresholds witnessed for many moons.


The festival continued with heartfelt Handpan playing and a glorious massage to an angel in white, by a river bed - the type of scene you might find only in your sweetest of dreams.

But divisions had already been afoot. And energy seams had already started splitting apart.

The event included many many hours of the familiar grind - of a sort of presence, without really existing - like a waiting, or biding of time, waiting for the currents of energy flows to shift again... All the while, some deep rifts were bubbling underneath the surface.


Full release was found, late on the Saturday night, on a beer - gifted - by some legends, enjoying flows on an alternative dancefloor.

What sparked was a full blown wave ride - where energy sored to some of the greatest heights witnessed.

Simply presence and intention was enough to lift even the most reserved of Souls - with some fortunate enough to receive some extra special gifts of blessing to go with chosen expressions.

This is how it should be. This is what all the dreams were about.

But tragedy again struck...

The container ended by connecting with an awesome, vibey, cool group of cats.

And this is where the energy stuck.

But as they walked away, without open arms, the energy from the container slowly popped - and the field was lost.


Drifting again, sailors were met along the way, and brave steps were reached again.

But energy had already been gushing away, and there was little more that could be achieved, except holding out the tides.


On a day of resurrections - there was a chance for saviours - however, a fateful move to the right, followed by a fateful move to the left, followed by a fateful move to the right, and another fateful move to the left again - each one, exactly the right energy read, for the situation before it. and the exactly the right energy read for the situation after it as well - but deep curse had set itself in, on this day supposed to be about chocolate easter eggs...


To further rub insult into the wounds - energy demonstrated it's complete power and dominion on that day - taking full control of the Mind - and pounding points of disgust deeply into unconscious cells, that can only know what they know, without any capacity to think about why.


The now disaster flowed through to tidy some messes, and relieve some pressure points - and some heartfelt and very enjoyable expressions were found still.


A last night, and the cloud had lifted - signaling a battlefield that was over.

Joy and expressions of experience were shared - with great flow. An ease. A grace was back. Where it goes - God knows - and Jesus Christ was to be found that night - in a haven of joy, with colours of light, and also... messages ... deep, deep messages were shared. There was still a severe rift - and the tendency to split it all apart at any moment, from all levels, and even within the layers of levels. But the heat was out, and the pain didn't resonate in the same way.


And the festival ended, without one rabbit being asked what they like to eat for lettice...


On the outside, there was changes in popes.

And the cycles of energy that had been swelling around signaled their flags - more clearly now - but then lowered them - as sufficient alignments could still not be reached.


The truest, deepest scars of this battle were yet to be felt.

But they were to come...


Our Griffin pulsed on - and tried to find a new idea anyway.

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