I have a different calling. I am here for a different cause. The calling of stardom is not mine to explore. Not in this life. A part of me always wishes for more, but I know why I am here. I know who I am. No distractions of the illusion can divert me from the path of connection towards the earth. I have escaped from the virus of the labyrinth, and I am not going back. As tempting as the sweet roads to Rome, I know who I am. As tempting as it is to forget my roots and to go back to the incessant tears of oblivion, I know what I want to be. This is who I am. I am the vision of the healer of the mother within. I am the vision of the healer of the mother within. I am a song. I am a multidimensional siren of the sun, and with my magical chants I heal disconnected hearts. I am a companion to the spirit world of Aya, the flying feathered serpent of the universe. Holding hands in the obscurity of the cosmos is what I do best.
I run in the clear, blue skies of glory with a smile upon my face. White calm clouds. I am happy of the visionary Aya-Knight that I have become. I have been given the gift of inti magic. The magical aromas of the sun have been revealed. No need to feel lonely anymore. The sun glows brilliantly behind my shadow. The power of the soil, and the roots, and the webs of mycelium roar in the depths of my soul. No regrets… only the instant moment, a flash in time blazing with passion. Everything around is indeed perfect. I am where I need to be. No rushing. I am calm like a serpent cloud in the sky. I am alive in the dreamy hologram mystery of life. I always knew there was something more to life. I now feel the rays of the sun on my lips. I have felt the precious emeralds of the earth in my eyes, and my visions have gotten stronger.
Oh, nature, I will always be your sweet friend. Your spirit is now and forever in my heart. There you are…. Powerful being of radiance. Grateful I am for having found you in my life, and for showing me your marvelous splendor. We are indeed a loving dot in the divina eternity, and I am your knight.
The planetary catharsis, and the industrialized trauma is real. Indigenous vision is key for the embodiment of the self, and the understanding of the renaissance of plant intelligence. Thus, soothing the central nervous system is at the core of wellness in today’s media-centric society. Emotional pain is crucial in the healing process for traumas arise and become expressed through addiction. Addiction is a response to emotional pain or so they say. According to the ancient Tlamatini, addiction is what happens to us and whatever is left of us unresolved.
“I am a neurobiologist,” she says. “I study trauma of the body, mind, and soul. Be thankful for the ability to feel. Emotions birth and shape your persona. And as tough as it is to have this conversation, I must have it. There are healers of the heart and leeches of energy. Don’t ever get too close. I have been there. See over there… there were my finger is. Do you see that? Well… that’s my shadow…And I don’t even trust her. Everything vibrates in golden bliss. You pulsate like a silver supernova exploding and imploding… and when you least expected…poof… just like that…your field has been corrupted…. or worst swapped or stolen. So there you have it. Learn to smell the leeches of energy or else…
I am telling you. And how do you think I can forget the spooky night when a healer of the heart brought with her a leech of energy to my feet? In the darkness… there I was… inside a chosa… in the jungle. I was promised riches and fame in exchange for…Never mind. Not sure who was using who, but the fire of my heart sent them away. Just know that they are there. Be wary. Be wary…
I now understand that humans are multidimensional beings who create themselves in the moment. I now understand that the key in helping someone heal is to heal the relationship with one’s environment. We are living in a disembodied society lacking emotional awareness. The planet is at the brink of losing its solar consciousness. Imagine waking up one day to realize that all this time you have been living on top of a massive, dormant volcano on an island that is now about to transmute you into ashes. This is what the Minoans experienced in the 16th century on the ancient island of Thera…Now Santorini, the land of my soul. This is a simple reminder that nature surprises us when we least expected. The law of serendipity is always present. Historical trauma is a real deal. Historical trauma i still ubiquitous in the digital age… in the form of depression.
No one escapes her ferocity. Spirits are crushed and the master plants are here to assist. We are not alone. We have been given all the tools to thrive. Life is truly full of surprises. Who would have thought that fossilized ancient grandmother systems of woody roots would eventually become the coal of a not so distant past that allowed us to thrive, but is now severely poisoning the environment?
And there I was in the middle of a ferocious river asking for help and nobody around. The current was strong. I could not get out. The river took me out of the city lights into a remote area…all by surprise. It was late at night. Nobody around except the howling of the winds. I did not know how I got inside the waters. It is as if I was teleported there…
An ancient looking woman was there underneath a hollow tree. It was raining. I approached her, and poof just like that my backpack and my dog were gone. It was a simple reminder that I needed to pay more attention… and to let go. I did not even know what was inside my backpack, but it hurt so much to not have the weight on my shoulders. I was scared. I was stranded in a countryside. I followed the ancient woman, and saw her face for the first time. She held my hands. She looked deep into my eyes. My hair changed from fusion red to purple. The winds came, and she disappeared into the mist of the cold night.
I walked and walked with no shoes…under the soft rain. The moon shined bright above in the sky. I saw my dog in what it looked like a dilapidated home. I was excited. Then, as I was trying to liberate him, a man came out of the abandoned house. He tried to stop me. And somehow in the midst of stress, I managed to unleash my dog and desperately ran away. I was covered in mud.
“Trust yourself and only yourself. You are free.” “No backpack can give you what has already bestowed to you,” she whispered in my ear. Her whispers comforted me. I simply needed to connect. It was the great mother, spirit of the rainforest. The plant spirit had come into my dream to remind me that is now time for me to create my own healing potion; my personal water of pusanga… like the healers from the jungle… deep in the south. And so mint, basil, ruda, chamomile, lavender, rose petals, and tints of honey were the herbs and sweets that she gave me to create my Divina Solarium, my personal vine of the soul. She said, “you are more than ready. I am with you. All the doctors of the jungles got your back. A medicine woman will come to your life soon… to finalize the ritual of the womb. Wait and see. You are the wave that has been building in the depths of the oceans. Your time is today…not the day after tomorrow. Don’t be afraid. You are a perfumero of perception and inspiration. The cycles of the waters, and the air, and the earth, and, the moon, and the sun, and the chants of the wild birds are with you. And don’t forget to burn bay leaf, cedar, and marigold in your rituals to enhance the inti magic of your space.” She says, “it is all about activating the limbic system of the human body. The spirits of your magical potion will not only help you to contact me, but it will also unlock fascinating experiences that you have never dreamed of. You are an ancestral vortex. Embrace it. Embody your inner vortex. Smell is a great activator of memories and feelings.” By the time I am done blowing tobacco over your head you will be back home. Let the portal of smoke guide you right back to your bed.
“I see and feel the vibrant yellow light of the sun emanating from your pores,” she says. “And when you feel… once again… that the world is crumbling…and when you feel the burning ashes of the volcanos on your skin…and when you feel the floors shaking… bow down with your hands in the air, and kiss the earth, YOUR MOTHER.
Know in your heart that it is our thoughts and our perceptions what drive human behavior. The universe is nothing but frequency. It is the frequency that we choose to live what shapes who we are. We are narratives, episodic memories of life itself.” “No healthy child of the stars was ever born from a poisoned womb,” she whispered. “Your womb is sanctified. You are no longer cursed by the jealousy and hatred of the usurper. I am sorry of what you experienced. Not everyone is like that… and you know that my sweet charmer. Some are rotten indeed. Some are alive… so alive to be vessels of my visions.
“The system corrupted the usurper. Wash her image in the wind, and you shall be free from her never-ending darkness,” she said. “Your Divina Solarium will protect you from her red-blood magic. She took away your water. She tried to tarnish your soul. She tried to besmirch your image. She is nothing but the remainder of a death ancient sea. She is a screeching night hag. Her body and uterus have been cursed. The gift of life has been forever removed from her by the divine law of nature. She is no longer worthy of being a birther of life. Ignore her. Do not be part of the curse. She is thirsty to be noticed. Detach yourself. She has yet to learn to love. The divine law of nature is coming for her mouth next…and her eyes shall she not stop. Remember: You are not a resource; you are the source of life. Her demise has been and continues to be perpetual self-hatred. Let her rot in her own mud…that which she has created. Nothing will ever make her happy. You are the water of the forest, and the clay hole that holds the sacred space where beings from all dimensions come to drink. No more pain. She is another of those spooky shadow people…another ragged doll. No more tears. No more suffering. Sing to the waters. No more resentment. Invoke the spirit of the water. No more long hours of enslavement. Blessed be the waters. No more regurgitating the same old information. May the waters forever be.
Master and unleash the precious force of chaos upon the face of the earth and the ancestral waters shall dance with you. She will wither like a dirty pink carnation in the winter. There will be nothing but serenity once and for all. Let the rejuvenating rains wash away the malevolence that was thrown at you from afar. Channel the energy of the cosmic sacred womb… like the lightning, portal keeper that you are, and you shall forever be an entity of light and wonder.
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