Making Waves

Making Waves

For now is the time to come in.

For now is the time to wade in.

For you are wading in it.

Come in through the curtains.

For I declare it is curtains for your enemy.

For now is the time of the pulling.

Now is the time of the collection.

Now is the time to collect.

From the nothing to the something.

From the catching nothing, to the catching of everything.

From the place of lack to the place of fullness.

From the side of lack to the side of fullness.

From the side of emptiness to the side of abundance.

From the place where you came up empty handed to the place of fullness.

For you shall hold onto fullness.

For in your hands I have placed fullness.

Not just a handful but a net full.

For it is time to come in.

For you shall not come back empty handed.

From the depths.

Up from the depths.

From the place of the deep.

From the hidden place to the surface.

Above the surface. Not just superficial.

Raised above the surface.

Up from the depths.

Above the radar.

On the radar.

Not landing on the rocks, but coming to the shore.

For it is time to cross the shore line.

From the broken place.

From the place where the waves break.

To the place of the sure.

To the absence of breaking.

To the presence of that which is solid.

Not an ordinary means of transport.

Not an ordinary event.

A supernatural event.

For the fish shall wrestle with each other to get in the net.

A vigorous gathering.

But then tell them to come into order.

For they shall swim like one fish.

For they shall make a wave.

A pushing forward.

A new means of propulsion.

A propelling forward.

A breaking wave.

A wave carrying you forward.

A means of transportation.

A new way to hold on.

A new means of movement.

A new hand of movement.

A hand that moves your forward.

Surfing the wave.

Riding the wave.

An established wave.

An established going.

A new strength.

A new power.

At first a holding on.

But second an easy grip, a one finger grip.

For that which once caused you to sink will now propel you forward.

A giant leap.

A pushing off from the fluid to the solid.

A springing forth.

A giant leap.

A fresh flow.

An anointed flow.

A flow of that which is golden.

A golden net.

A heavy net, a strong net, a net that bears much weight. Unlike any other.

Take my hand and I’ll help you out.

For that which pulls you back will have no hold on you.

It will be like water off a ducks back.

The flowing off.

Yet that which flows, flows from your hand, drop by drop, trickle by trickle, waterfall by waterfall. That which falls from your hand shall be golden.

For it splashes on the ground. Ripple after ripple. The splashes rising like the petals of a flower, blossoming all around.

Wherever you walk shall blossom.

For you carry that which is fluid to that which is solid.

The power to refresh all that is dry.