Her presence broke up the party. Killdare scooped up Walt and flew him the distance to Motu's alter and dropped him just as Albert told Motu, "El is in the field, she is not focused on moving you today, Motu."
Motu's powerlessness rose as anxiety. She hated that her current embodiment did not include any self mobility. Once she had flown through the multi-verses and somehow for now for her essence was embodied in this split nail, skinny goddess traveling incessantly around the directions on an alter.
Her power was dependent on an undependable white lady to move her every thirteen days to align with the Mayan calendar. El actually had only missed moving her on the first day of a trecena only once in seven years Motu had been navigating Space Ship Earth with her friends, Albert, the snail, and Walt ,the lizard, from this unassuming little cockpit. This entire scenario was carried forth through a small imaginative act done by a hermit-Tess on a small cannabis farm on the edge of the wild in southern Oregon. Yet if El forgot to move Motu...
Motu's inability to control this aspect of her life sometimes made Motu, the Mother of the Universe, forget her greatness and it reduces her to only this small copper sculpture on the grave of a dog named Pearl. Motu moves around the center of El's alter of Broken Things. Motu is grateful for this small rock pile circle for it sits in a vortex, and this is the center of a portal allowing Motu, Walt and Albert to navigate Space Ship Earth through this multi demisional, challenging and changing universe.
Walt, seeing Motu's discomfort, rushes to tell her of what he discussed withJunco and Killdare. First though, he addressed her evident anxiety, "El remembers it is the first day of the Oc trecena. She fully intends to move you south. She is happy for the week of Oc and she plans to ask her guardians to be with her and communicate with her. She is in a hurry for manmade laws to catch up with the corrupt and dangerous politicans in her realm. And she knows we are in a critical place in space with many unusual and intense of the planet and stars. She will not forget you. El is feeling the opening in herself, the ability to perceive more, such as bird languages. She is opening to this, leaning into it and she has friends feeling it, leaning in and amplifying it as well.
Albert's tentacles waved. "you don't say? Perceptions are changing? Oh, this is good, this is very good. Don't ya'll see?" He tentacles waved with vigor. "It shows the vibrational frequencies are changing. That people are feeling them and being altered."
"You are absolutely right! I am glad they haven't melted into globs of goo, myself." Walt exclaimed.
Motu was steaming light as she took in the new information. "This is important. While we don't know where we are going, we do know the planet has to change some of its realities. If the people's senses are opening, if they are showing new abilities - just maybe we can hold form without shattering!"
"It's going to work, "Walt said with confidence.
Albert said excitedly, "I can see it, I can see a resonance beginning and the crystals reforming. I can see how they organize themselves with these resonances. As the eruptions and disruptions come, one after another, they will find their ability to ride the waves and become the waves."
"Let us hope so," Motu added.
"It is so," Albert intoned.
"You are becoming quite the priest," Walt commented.
"Tis true," Albert acknowledged.
Right then, El showed up. She moved the old faded flower blooms dried to seed to the outside of the circle and cleared other fallen debris off the alter. She moved Motu to the south, turning the bowl and Motu's plaster fruit cornucopia crown so it framed her from behind, nodded and left.
Motu practically purred.
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