Kratom of Life Blog: The War on Nature
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All she has in mind is… when I die… will I remember that I am dead? Will I be able to remember that I am no longer confined to a biological, degradable suit of skin made from the stars? I wonder. I wonder. So much to wonder. Thanks. No Thanks with confetti… She laughs. Will I be able to say, hey I am death…in the astral plane will I be able to detach? Will I be able to…
She is passionately melancholic…
…She lives in a state of passion and creation.
AND SO the oriole orange-rouge had traveled directly from the netherworld. He had been sent. He had a message to deliver. And so he came and appeared like a spinning ball of gold and red fire right in front of us. There he was on the branch of a magical tree. Days later I learned he was right there where the so-called fairies of the night live and care for the bones of our ancestors. Aura of the Sun. Quiero ser como el aura del sol. They go by many names. Some say they are the little people. They are the elementals, the builders of reality. In the east of the world, they are known as Devas. The same patterns repeat over and over again. Who are they? The ancient Druids knew who they were. I wonder if the laughing coyote knows who they are. He is connected to the Druids of Stonehenge. He must know. So long ago. So much knowledge already discovered coming out to the light. The presence of the oriole orange-rouge, the beauty was strong. What a surreal mythological creature of the incessant blaze. Oh, Mon Dieu. It was not only just a lovely mystical bird singing a melody of joy. He had a message to deliver, a mystery to unravel. It was a memo just like the time I looked up and noticed there was only one yellow flower left on the palo verde tree in my garden. Because even in the netherworlds they believe in the eternal summer sunshine. And so he said, follow the north star. Follow the rhythms of the earth and you shall see me again underneath the skin. And so the Creatrix spoke and said: Follow the fire, follow the south and it will lead you right to my home.
Oh Mon Dieu… Mourir D’amour… Oh Mon Dieu…
Because even from the nether astral realms they manage to help. Because even in the nether realms there is hope. The notion that the fairies of the night have the answers is written all over the message. That and more of course… The fairies of the night know about…
She is fire of death. He is waiting. So cute. He is always exploring. Always visiting new places, new dimensions and I can see why he wanted to go there. I guess he is finding this place interesting. I close my eyes and I smile. I can see us there in a moment that is yet to be manifested.
What a fun place.
Another chance has been given to them. They can be together all over again.
As the body, so the spirit.
He is in the netherworld of summer sunshine…
The message was clear. She had gifted him fuchsia flowers days before and then this…
A lovely bougainvillea drifting on the windshield. A gift from tryptic language and the fuchsia-shadow of the canyons near the spring…
“Amore Tiriri. Corazón de Shamuriri. Shamaicuri” sings my friend shipiba-conniba from the jungle to my heart. Paz, paz, paz. Luz, luz, luz, amor y libertad.
Movement is healing…
“Veo cantar, son las montañas,” me dice mi amiga dentro de una canción
They hear us. They feel us.
The communion with the infinite
Though it feels like a dream it is now a reality
“If you only knew that there was a fire the night before,” the woman of the canyons had spoken. Always shy and full of wisdom. Now is her time.
It just happened yesterday. I have not seen the fuchsia shadow myself, but they told me about it. Who knows where the fire came from. It was not a coincidence; it was a synchronicity. It was a symbolic gesture from the netherworld, a way of saying I AM STILL HERE. I might not have my physical body, but my self is still here resonating, waiting for you to tap into 741Hz.
“See you soon beneath the skin, see you soon beneath the skin,” he whispers through a song, the song of the oriole. Her voice, her chants alter consciousness. That is a fact. It is no longer a myth. It is a known reality. Because she has learned that imagination heals the soul and strengthens our memories and our ability to recall and our ability to store information. She is now aware of the magical powers of narrative therapy and how metaphysical stories of the world are ways to connect with hyperdimensional realities or higher realms of consciousness that have always been there. She is more interested in looking and diving into quantum biological truths. She is more interested in saving her soul and jump into quantum realms. She is preparing herself. She is not so into the plastic electronic futuristic boot that is rapidly stepping and encroaching and not letting us breathe. She is not into the discriminatory model of technology dictating the lives of what it means to be human. The power of self-trance is a gift. Her stories are more than just entertainment. She shadows of what they want to create are here. We can see them. I can see them. But that is not her future. That is why she is here. Her stories are symbolic initiations to higher realms of wisdom and inti-magic from the universe of Divina Eternity. She is a Tlamatini, the mother of the sacred mysteries. Awareness is being aware that our senses determine how we make sense of life. The human body is nothing but an antenna. The brain as part of the body interprets the mystical nature of infinity. For it is our senses what determine aliveness. According to the flower of decisions, the sixth essence is consciousness. According to the flowers of decisions, the elements do not respect boundaries for the elements are alive and they do not need bodies to be read for they exist beyond the physical realms. They are what make us. They are the naked walk of the universe with no shape for they can become anything. They are aware. So yes, we are walking translators indeed of Divina Eternity. We translate the quantum level. We translate ascension. I am a vessel that interprets, that reads an intelligent ancient force, the force of Sachamama (mother earth), the force of Yacumana (mother water), and the force of Wairamana (mother air). And so plants are grandmother-technologies that expand the vision, the ranges of our synesthetic awareness. I am the incarnation of self-expression of life and the nether-world. I exist here. And the serpent of the rainbow is underneath. We are on it. She is slowly shedding skin. Any minute now and she will… I exist here and there. It is the law of awareness and nothing else. Together. Bound. Existing in life. Existing after. To dream is to die and to die is to dream. I am a frequency. I am a vibration. I am the product of sound. I am the in-between of the infinite and the finite.
And so they are teachers. They are guides to realms to….
Bursting in and out of worlds…They welcome wisdom seekers.
She is a Prophetess…She always felt special. She always felt untouchable, but she was wrong. Loving truly hurts. And dreaming is her antidote to the pain of the heart.
Synesthetic-clairvoyance. What a gift.
Because at this time writing is the only thing that makes her happy…and eating of course. Feed your emotions or so they say but grieving is a bitch.
Because the personal self of the soul is Perpetual. Limitless. Otherworldly. Mystical. Autonomous. So she searched and searched for non-stop. She is after something. A mystery, a peculiar world waiting to be revealed. The signs are everywhere. Follow the mystery of the little people. But who in the world are the little people? They know all about personal energy. They know all the secrets of Atman or what they called, the immortal aspect of our mortal existence, the individual self…that which is hidden in every object of the universe.
She had asked the Red-Headed fairy for assistance. She had been asked to find the frequency of his soul, but she did not understand. She was not into the quest. Not this time. I am not sure if I even understand it. I have yet to tell her about the book of souls. There is a record of them all.
Ay, the flower of decisions…
Ay, the holographic book of the souls…
Don’t ask how I found it. I think, I believe I am pretty sure it is 991. Don’t ask how it came to me. One thing is clear. I must follow the synchronicities of the 3s. Another mystery to solve. Things are flowing. Things are connecting. Could the answer be really in the numbers? Could the numbers really have the answers? Because as I imagine, I become.
Extrasensory perception. (ESP). That’s all. That’s what it is in scientific terms. A label, a form of clairvoyance. The world is getting crazier and crazier. Projecting myself into the universe is what I am doing now, today, and always. Creating a new reality. Because as I imagine, I become. Because if I say we will be together, we will. Because what I imagine, I become. Time to prepare says the red-headed fairy. Time to prepare. Enjoy, live, prepared.
Synthetic voices in the air…
Electric sky. A motorcycle parked. There they are. A night with a bright moon up in the sky. This is only the beginning. For he is the 9 and I am the 1. The laws have spoken. But what in the world is holding the vision of the material world? Of course, she knows. She is a Tlamatini.
Messages traveling through the worldwide web. Arriving sooner rather than later.
Prepare. Prepare. Prepare has been the message. She wants to be ready when its time for her to go. She came to earth to prepare for the next life. She came to earth to learn about the body and the mysteries of immortality and the rainbow body of pure prana-light. She is here to learn about the science of trauma. She cannot miss this opportunity. She was given the chance to learn about the divine science of life and the sacred plants are her allies.
She has seen the parthenogenesis. She has seen the mother reptilian birther of the universe. She is red like the blood and hummingbirds and the serpents like the flowers are also with her.
She is here to learn about the body, mind, & spirit. She is here to plan her next life with the help of the hummingbirds. Bursting in & out of magical worlds & learning the mysteries of the divine science of the earth & the nether realms is not enough. She knows there is more. Because the power to know oneself and plan for future lives is so clear. The earth, a space to learn, to plant, to ascend. The earth, an opportunity to explore that we are more than a body. There is more to us. Because I have the power to exist outside of the human consciousness. I am not limited to this plane. I never have. I only needed to remember. And we are not the only ones here. Silly of us to think this. There in realms, we can’t even imagine there is magic. There is an ecology of independent souls. Hyperdimensional intelligence is no myth. It is as real as it is my skin. It is as real as your perception.
Today she bathes in the angelic waters of the soul. She is the one that she has been searching for… the flower of decisions is clearer than ever. She is one of the little people. She is a so-called fairy of the night. She is a violet Deva of light on earth. She is divine eternal love and more and supernal possibilities.
She values the collective memory of the universe. She values the presence of direct experience over the outdated dogma of fear and hackery.
?️?️?️?️The Re-encounter.?️?️?️?️
The temple of the stars was so simple that she forgot she had been there. All she remembers is going up a stair. No handrail. Only white squares going up. And then she saw the giant walls that looked like an ancient palace floating in the sky. No decorations. No furniture. No noises. Everything was clear. Everything was white. Nobody was there but it looked as if giants lived there. What a celestial place. She felt good there. There was nothing to worry about. She had been taken there so she could sleep. She had been suffering from insomnia for days and the next day when she woke up, she felt incredible like never before…. The message was clear. She had been invited to sleep at the temple of the stars. The clouds were visible. What a curious place. She had finally learned her purpose in life. She is a grief Tlamatini in the 21st century. She is a grief doula. And helping reconcile others with life and death is her true purpose in life. It is all about waiting. Meditate. Get ready. She now understands what eternal life is. She now understands infinity.
She is no serpent eating her own tail.
She is a witch of the water…Bruja de Agua she is and emotions. She is the eternal return.
…The philosophy, the ancient magic that she was after had come to her through inorganic beings. Because she has the power to travel in her dreams. She is a free Quetzalcoatl. She is a precious bird of freedom. I hear her coming…She has learned to be conscious of her dreams. I hear her wings…
He had been trying to communicate with her for days, but she was not receptive at all. He could not communicate with her. She was blocked. She was grieving. She was crying. She was remembering… Until she…
He would sit on the roof, but she simply could not see nor feel him.
?⚡?…Because they exist outside of time and space. He is fire. She is air. Because energy never dies. Because the death of the physical body is not the end of conscious existence. The quantum realm has made it clear through the triptych language of the ancient ones. And so they both learned the cosmic writings of the ancient Gods so they could be reunited…. …She has visited the temple of the stars. Of that she is sure. She has been there in a dream. And he has been there. Who else would have taken her there if not her loved one?
She has learned the language of the constellations. Because the ancient ones knew that this type of knowledge would be needed in the future. So they both learned to communicate… They are, we are cosmic mirrors…Because consciousness is nothing but information stored in the quantum realm independent of the body and the mind…Because imagination is the information of the truth of the heart. The wizards of the waters. They paint poetry with their bodies.
After so many attempts, she had finally entered the house of energy. What a lovely place. At first, she did not know what it was. She closed her eyes and fell asleep. Then violet and blue all around. She knew it was not a dream. It was a gift. Bright shining blue-violet all around. It looked like a living cell that emitted life. It looked like a pool, a swirl of lifeforce. He had chosen to become an ever-changing orb of pure light to show her love. He wanted to remind her that he is there…waiting. There is no time for him. He could be anything now, but he chose to appear in the form of an orb of light. He could be anyone now. A glowing eye of luminescent energy. He is a white butterfly in most cases. Some say it takes a lot of energy to fully have an apparition. But in the inner worlds, in the inner worlds, he is a supernal being. Is saw his pacific essence. I am nothing compare to him. He is a being of light. No doubt about that. He is a house of light.
And she is on earth writing, completing her celestial task. They connected and he is now a blue-violet light. The silver path has been created. AND NOW…
She pursues happiness until it is time for her to… She cares, she heals others until…
All she sees is a lot of glitter ahead and a second chance to travel the infinite together with the man of the moon, the one teacher of the heart, the one that showed her the sacred plant to the….
So much more. So much more… He came to teach her patience and the lesson continues…
“I want your peace,” says the mysterious man while touching her heart. He sits and she sits between his legs facing the moon. She feels him. He is whispering in her ear. She wants him. He is strong. She feels him. He touches her ear. He kisses her neck. They walk. They stop. It is dark. They seem to be in the forest. Perhaps a jungle. He wants her but he respects her. He honors her. He walks towards a hut. “Take your time,” he says. He is powerful no doubt about that. Very charming. What a gentleman. So intense. So much passion for a first astral encounter. It had to be the man of the jaguars. Guiding… so much guidance. So much peace. So much information downloaded from the celestial realms in the past days. She is protected by the light of the jaguar. She is protected with the light of the blue souls. She is nothing but power-love. She is nothing but magic-love! She is excited to return to the sun. Magic-love. The spirit of the jaguar had come to her in the night. He had heard her voice. He had come to bless her with the night. Gentle he was… coming always in peace. He had made it clear. He is… he can be anything. He is glitter and then a jaguar. Poof just like that. Eternal love, eternal life. Light, blessings, love, and light. He is willing to fight for her honor. She offered him her heart for it is her heart a crimson flower of conscious love. He has made it clear. He is the hero that she dreams of. He is her blue angel. He will never stop trying!
As you heal, I heal. What happened to us? She knows there is more. An ancient past of mystic gods. She remembers. She is a wise being of the nether worlds. She is integral. She is impeccable. “Follow the jaguar, follow the jaguar…” she hears voices as she walks but she ain’t crazy. Clairaudience. Another gift of the jaguar. Psychic vision. A blessing from the eternal return. Together they are keepers of the Great Arcanum. Now in the present. Something is up. What am I doing here?
Silence…
She is learning. She is not happy just becoming part of the whole. She is a Mictlanmatini. She is a warrior of the panthers and she has the power to alter her destiny. After all, that’s why she is here on earth. The rugged jaguar had come to help her devour her emotional impurities. Now one thing has been confirmed. There is the whole and there is subjectivity even in the astral-nether realms. Waiting, waiting inside a pacific lullaby. He sleeps, sleeps tight, and waits for her hyper-epic return. ?⚡?
…for it is his spirit, my skin, a garden of crimson roses…
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No fear. Love. Only Love. Power Love.
Follow the jaguar… Follow the jaguar…
She heals with music and caresses her body in the trance with the blue lights. She can now open her inner eyes.
She looks and looks for the jaguar… Until then…
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“Death gives new robes to the soul actors, in which to play new dramas on the stage of life. Death, above all else, is a transition to a better land, a change of residence. The wise man who has opened his Spiritual Eye finds that the death of earthly life gives him a new beginning in another supernal life. On this earth, seeing, we see not.” – Paramahansa Yogananda
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Alas santas plantas…
Cielo azul de día
Y mucho amor divino
Y mucho amor divino
Porque lo que sigue es el sol del jaguar de la tierra
Sueño, divino sueño. Con la maga de las plantas. Por ahi van sembrando. Sembrando flores en el paraiso. Sembrando en sueños. La maga de la plantas bailando con las plumas.
Flores en mi piel estan creciendo. Es mi piel un jardin de rosas.
Es como el aura del sol
Es el resplandor de la montaña
Y la serenidad del lago de la paz
Soy soy, el eterno retorno de la ave de la esperanza y libertad
Alimenta el amor del león de la tierra porque el amor es energia y el amor nunca muere. Se transforma.
Porque el amor es energia y la energia es indestructible.
Sabe que por dentro su esencia no es nada mas que un ser inorgánico.
Conciente es de sus sueños. Sale y y vuela. Sabe que regresara a…
Mucho brillo es la piedra de la vida dadora de infinitas oportunidades
Es una mente maestra el laberinto del arbol da-vida
Es la tierra una caja de limpieza divina
Porque ella es una sabia Tlamatini ensoñadora de saberes ancestrales. Lo ha recordado. Ha venido a limpiarse. A venido a purificarse para poder estar con el. Ha venido a encontrase con sus ancestros hyperdimensionales. Es todo una casa de energia. Sueña despierta. Se conecta con lo sagrados secretos. Porque el poder de la preciosa serpiente emplumada lo lleva dentro de su corazón. Porque su corazón es magico y la naturaleza ha bendecido su paraiso eternal.
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