Oh, powerful emotional healer of the psyche.
Beloved, powerful angel of the flame that births life.
The keys to my hell you carry, and in the name of love and wisdom I write with feathers.
And when they ask me, who are you? Today I respond:
I am, and I have been, and I will always be an artist of love in the sea of hope.
And when in doubt, I wear a hat, and I let the sun be light.
Nature is the medicine of the heart and the soul.
Do you ever notice how the universe moves and how we also move to receive?
Integrity, modesty, sprinkles of light, and the roots of the earth in my veins.
We are the doctors of the sun, and the smoke, and the panthers, and the ashes of the golden toad.
Never feel ashamed again. Communication is key during the healing process.
No more self-cursing for you now know how energy works.
Traveling to the stars gave us glow, innocence, and, valor, and wisdom.
No one escapes nature for true love is wisdom in the eyes of the force of the seeker and the believer.
I bow to the auspicious teacher of the jungle within.
I bow to that which brings me from darkness to light.
Faith, hope, and love are the pillars of my home.
Life is a reflection and thus the panthers of the night spoke.
I observe and create. I manifest the universe with the help of the Wizards, Los Magos.
And when afraid, I now know the roots back to the unity of the living cell of the heart of the universe.
I am everything. I am the inside as I am the outside of the living universe.
And how can we even think that we can upload and create an identical version of ourselves in the age of the internet when we are the universe itself?
One thing is true: life is an incessant creatrix force. She is the medicine of the sky.
A new version, a branch, a petal of me… yes…of my current collective experiences; But a version of myself entirely in the present has yet to be revealed. There is a difference between what is possible and the inescapable laws of the universe.
Life is a self-creating mysterious miracle of love.
And whoever wants may drink from the sacred waters of life to awaken out of the illusion.
Invitations have been sent, and it is all about waiting for those to receive the message.
No pushing. No rushing. No more abrupt disruptions when opening new portals.
The moment is perfect in the eyes of the philosopher.
I walk among the lambs in silence with a new set of eyes looking up and praying to the stars.
And the purification of the sacred waters begins when we choose to help from love and not out of guilt.
I perceive the occult, that which is the free spirit of nature.
I perceive the occult, that which is my iridescent essence.
I am the water of the desert.
I am the doctor of the light as I am the doctor of the night.
…And eclectic philosophical, psychological, theological, and cosmic currents of intelligence from the stars I bring to my tribe… from tech to life to death and rebirth… from organic plant intelligence to medieval schools of thoughts to Artificial Intelligence to Neolithic indigenous knowledge all in the name of love and wisdom.
Because in the universe the highest form of true love is the love of wisdom itself.
Aya-Psychology is about accepting the essence of life, death, and transformation. It is about recognizing that our connection with earth and the elements is undeniably inseparable from the unity. We are the grid of light. Nevertheless, since colonial times, we have been detached from our connection to the earth. There is a way to return to our roots. Not returning to our roots will lead us to psychological, emotional, and physical illness, ignorance, and perpetual confusion. When one communes back with the earth and the sun, we liberate ourselves from the mental manipulation, from the mental prison that has kept us limited to nothing but plastic people. We have been literally devalued and reduced from shooting living stars to organic automatons. And when our shadows see the light, we will be healed from the love of the infinite being within, and not from the conditioned eyes of guilt that have been imposed upon us. I am the one that gives meaning to life. I am my own liberator as I am the architect of my existence. Cultivating cosmic allies for the betterment of myself and the planet is literally in our DNA.
And so we rapidly traveled to the universe inside a shooting star. We just remember going up. And as we were going up, we realized that we were nothing but a sparkle of light. And there we were holding hands as we ascended within the toroidal, cosmic vibration of our energy fields. There was no darkness. Only golden rays of light and lots of glitter around and around until the plant woman presented me to the sun. I felt the heat on my face and the doctors of light were there. They had no faces, but I could feel their warmth on my skin. And so I went to sleep, and I dreamt that I was inside a giant egg, and the egg was being hugged by the wings of an angelic bird of luminescent light. I woke up and I knew right away that it was the portal keeper’s magic. I had been staying at her home and her magic could be felt everywhere in her land.
From an ancient Greek Medicine perspective, there is no doubt that our pains and traumas get trapped deep in the cells, in the intracellular fluids. It took me awhile to throw up the toxic evils that were inside me in the form of vile. I kept telling La Maga, “I can’t get it out. I can’t get out. Please help.” And so, I opened my legs and moved forward close to the ground as I was holding a tray, and the evil phlegm finally came out of my body. I felt released. I felt my virgin heart once again palpitating. We had no idea what we were doing. We traveled to the stars and when we came back, the floors began to move. Hell broke loose and we fought the same ancient demons of addiction as we realized that we were the terrestrial angels with giant swords of love. And so I met the doctor of the smokes. I met doctor M and the air purified my body. And so the communion with the sun had come to a culmination. I was once again a beautiful child of the stars born once again from the air.
We brought the fires and purification came after. We brought the winds and the cold winter arrived. We both transcended, and while I became a terrestrial angel, the plant woman, La Maga became the deity of the white linen dress. We were excited to be working with inti magic. And so, the sleepless night came as we decoded the information coming to us in riddles and symbols and ancient literature and scriptures. We were invited to the dinner of wisdom and wisdom from the stars we were given in exchange for our courage, for our intrinsic love to help others, and for protecting the mysteries of the tree of life. Portals were open and the relationship of humanity with its surrounding were to come. “But time does not exist. The idea, the human construct of time ages our bodies and alters our biology and psychology,” the doctors of the light spoke. And so we were told to live without a watch, without a clock.
Arabic medieval time medicine valued the importance of healthy coitus, movement and rest, dreams, healthy organs, hygiene, and a healthy balanced diet. And when feeling down they understood the importance of aromatherapy and the importance of baths with herbs like rosemary, lavender, roses, cinnamon, and chamomile. Medieval Arabic medicine understood that massages with organic chestnut oil and arnica are vital for our well-being, especially for those suffering from varicose, thrombosed hemorrhoids, and other vein related issues and circulation of the blood in our temples. They understood that our dreams are a window to our health and well-being. We had been spotted by the doctors and the wizards of the light.
There is no doubt that philosophy, technology, and medicine go hand by hand. The dimensions of the self… have always been within us. We, as multidimensional beings have the natural ability to bring hope and positivity into our lives. Hope, faith, and love are the fundamental pillars of our temple, our body, the pyramid of wisdom. And it is when a person disconnects from the earth, the sun, the elements, hope, faith, and love what leads to our personal apocalypse and our subjective purgatory right here on earth. Our ancestors left us the sacred rituals to heal and to get back to living. Our ancestors left us the knowledge for us to decipher it because they knew about the multiple personalities of life and how societies touch glory and fall into ashes. I perceive the occult, that which is there to remind us that we are not alone in the universe. Addiction is a lack of meaning. Addictions are the lost demons and the plague of the human mind. The arcane lives within me as I am the epitome of the mystery, and my connection to the elements is my salvation for they were born from the same heart that we all share at the cellular level.
We have been deprived of our one and only mother and father, Aya the solar flying, feathered serpent. The Whore of Babylon had desperately tried to keep them underground. The Whore of Babylon and the plastic spooky shadow people have tried to destroy their incessant magic, and their imagination, and their warriorship, and the relationship with their creatures, us the so called aware. But where is our awareness? What is it that makes us aware? Is it our organic tissue… that which is nothing but a vessel, an organic technology to experience life in the hope that we may return to the unity? We are a mystery, a mystery with a loving heart. And at the end all we have is love for love is the soul of the universe.
And she knows that deep down in her heart that she is an Aya-Knight of the earth and she sun. She is one of the many eyes of the spider of the universe. This is only a construct, a label that has been created to divert us from the path of self-exploration and the expansion of our creative solar consciousness and individual healing. The word “human,” another limit. Maybe is time for a new word, a word that encompasses proprioceptive connection, meaning, and belonging at the core of being with the earth while in the pursuit of ourselves. Another category until we reach the next stage of transcendence. Anomalies occur to expand our consciousness. She is expansion and with her singing drum she connects to the void, to the fabric of space. She hears flutes. She hears peace in the air.
…And so the comal told the pot…
“To label is to narrow the mind.” And you are more than an oppressive plastic slave in the wheel of oblivion.” She does not label herself. She is an influencer. She is an entrepreneur. She is an ecopsychologist, and she deeply understands that at the core of being is the notion that human potential is driven by connection and a sense of true belonging with all beings.
Flowers, waters, and the birth of a new day. Distant healing is possible. True inti magic he calls it. The inti magic of the moment is as bright as Venus, the star of my heart. No more disrespect to life. We worked with the stars, and the light came upon us and our loved ones. Now balance he seeks in the name of love for she is nothing but light. Our health is a reflection of the ground in which we stand. The ground is a mirror of our health and our overall well-being. Mediate, walk, and hike the mountain closest to the sun. Connection to sacred natural botanicals, life, liberty & the pursuit of happiness are inalienable human universal rights! Nature is and will always be a universal cultural heritage! It is our birthright to cultivate sacred plant intelligence relationships for nature is our birther. It is our alienable human right to know that we are sons and daughters birthed from the fertile earth and nurtured by the sacred sun of our hearts. I am the mother of death as I am the mother of life. I am proud to be a citizen of the physical reality and the mystical spiritual world. And the magic of life is to recognize that we are the in between. I close my eyes and I open my heart. I am here and I am there. I see colors of life in the air. Life and death. Life and death. I see the colors of death in the air.
It is about ameliorating our relationship with nature. It is about building back the turtle island that once fell off the sky of wonder to a state of bewilderment. The time to heal our separation of the body, mind, spirit, and the connection to our mother, mother earth has come in the form of ancient natural technologies. Plants are organic intelligent technologies. Life is a spectrum of organic and artificial life. Yet, no matter in which direction a civilization decides to take, a civilization will always go back to unity. A civilization can go as far as to create Artificial Intelligence but it will only take them back to where all started for it is the vision of the organic life what gives birth to artificial intelligence. Organic plant intelligence are tools, powerful tools of the inner worlds of the self and the wholeness of the universe to help us understand our place within it. The time to awaken our subjective inner solar trinity is now and not later.
Here it is our society adamantly looking for extraterrestrial life when we have yet to fully explore and understand the different cosmically terrestrial intelligences in our planet. The ancient, fertile, electric, and magnetic intelligence of nature is here to assist us in the next phase of our transformation. The shadows and the lies are falling and the age of bio-psycho-geo-techno-somatics is to recognize that we are a universe, an infinite and timeless being momentarily experiencing what it means to be alive. There is no greater feeling than the feeling of innocence. Death is nothing but transformation of our soul. And from the void we came to the void we will return. And the time will come when extra sensory perceptions will be acknowledged for what they are: inalienable abilities that have been kept dormant for too long. We are descendants of the sacred solar cosmic serpents… the healers, the birthers and creators of life. We are the trinity in balance…the in-between of the moon and the sun. We are life, and our bodies are organic technologies capable of being enhanced with the assistance and connection of plant intelligence. Learn to harness the power of environmental reciprocity, synchronicities, and serendipity. Transform lives. Weave a new you from the microscopic level to the macroscopic level with the assistance of terrestrial plant intelligence.
And there they were. My ancestors flying across. I saw a window to another reality, a reality where the vivid colors were visible everywhere. It was the first sacred dawn of life. The red and blue solar serpents flew, and the sun slowly moved up in the sky. And the guitars got us to see the beauty of our ancestors, the beings of the translucent feathers. We shared a magical memory in the present of a colorful vision of an ancient past. I am here today but I once will be back to my original home. We all share the same space but not the same frequency. We all share the same space but not the same dimensions. I am a time travel machine. I am a messenger of the solar serpents, the Quetzalcoatls and a flying feathered serpent I am myself. I don’t claim to know anything. I only follow the imagination of my heart that paints the past and the future in this present moment. And it is the music, the language of nature, the plants of my heart what allows me to connect to the medicines that once cleansed my body. And it is nature and esprit de corps what allowed me to remember the nature of my being and the sacredness of life. Life is precious. Life is a gift. We aren’t stars for no reason. “Go find conscious healing intelligence in the rivers, inside the lakes, in the volcanoes, in the rocks, in the deep seas, in the arctic, in the wind, in the desert, in the snow, in the jungle, in your heart,” the plant woman whispers.
And deep, deep, deep in the waters he was swimming among the giant and gleaming corals. One minute he was enveloping someone in inti magic and just like that he was able to open his eyes underneath the waters. The corals were silent. And it was their mesmerizing colors what healed his heart from the dark spells of compulsion. The salt of the water did not hurt his eyes and he did not even need a nose for he was among the sacred healing waters of the ancient seas. One minute he was being attacked and he blessed the spooky shadow people with solar magic. He woke screaming, “inti magic. Inti magic. Inti magic.” And just like that the spooky shadow people became translucent. And just like that he connected with La Maga and she healed him with her songs and with her imagination. She is a healer. She is a peacemaker. She is a restorer of the planet, and with her stories she hopes to change the world before going back to the Quetzalcoatls.
…And just like that he was being married to the Edamame. We could hear the bells of the chapel. Everybody looked sharp. Everyone waiting for the bride. Everybody waiting for the bridegroom. And then all we see is a white ancient healing pot with green funny looking legs and arms. The same african funny-looking pot from a previous dream was back but this time there was a magical seed in wet soil. He was being married to a magical seed and all he remembers is the people saying: He is marrying the edamame. He is marrying the soybean. Que se case con el Edemame! Like it was totally normal. Nobody seemed to care or notice. Together in the same room with different perceptions. And the way they were announcing was uncanny. And suddenly, a man with large old-fashioned, square glasses stares at me with a giant smile on his face and he says, “Boo hoo, this is not real.” I laugh and I wake up in the 21st century.
His dreams are wild. His dreams are powerful. The headaches in the mornings are intense. He is a dream writer and living dreams is what he does best for he is a mystic living flame of intuition and imagination. He is on his way to build his self-help center, his pyramid of wonder where he will be able to expand consciousness in order to heal the planet. There he will be able to live and to be free as he pursuits happiness in the name of the loving light that he is.
Mother X and Father S are always present. I hear them calling. They come to me in my dreams. They are silent. They let you feel it. They liberate. They are no strangers. The sound of the accordions always welcome us to this magical reality. And my journey goes from darkness to purple to green to blue and flowers everywhere I see opening to the rhythms of the melodies. They are a guide to the inner self of the cell. They are family. They are joy, colors, vision, laughter, and healing. They show us. And they guide those who are ready to alter our human biological system. Clocks, clocks dissolving in their own time. They cleanse and unlock the secrets of our essence. They are passionate about self-truth. “And the more you deny your truth, the more asleep you become in the quantum biological reality from the void to the beyond. And the more open, the greater the vision. Know thyself and you shall travel faster than the speed of light. Let your truth be faster than the light for your soul is where your heart thrives,” the plant woman whispers through the overlapping realities. Music transcends.
And thus, the medieval witch spoke, and she said: 5 planets into 1. The earth is a portal. The earth is one of the eyes of the universe where the explorer ceases to be an explorer for he-she now is an observant. There is a water planet within the planet. There is a fire planet within the planet. There is life in earth and so within and without the earth. And there is air within and air without. And there is the void of the heart of the universe inside and out. She works with the 5 elements, and the solar energy, and the energy of the mountains. How magical. So much darkness. So much space and only a few doors to endless possibilities. And how lucky we are. In the vast darkness of the universe here we are cognizant of the magnificent multidimensional doorway that we are to other worlds and dimensions. We are, we are the eye of the universe. And so, he handed her wisdom because deep down in his heart he knew that he would get lost in the polarity of the self. And so, she traveled through the light in the name of freedom to rescue him.
The world is literally moving very fast and here we are inside the planet looking from the inside out. The world seems calm from the inside but is not. From the void we can see the world spinning non-stop. To thrive inside the planet is to lubricate ourselves. And it is when we lubricate ourselves that we begin to truly flow with the universe.
And to calm herself she learned the pose of the standing lotus flower. And when she felt stress, she would stand straight, she would lift her chest, and shoulders while aligning her spine to the sun. And then she would raise her hands, and her hands would become her crown, the crown of nature. A crisis, a personal crisis is a cry for help, a cry for transformation. Traumas and crisis communicate through our body, mind, and spirit. We are mythical creatures. Life is a myth that wishes to create for creating with purpose is to give meaning to our lives… for a life without purpose becomes lost in the mythological journey of the self. And only by changing ourselves in the midst of adversity can we truly heal and transcend for healing is to believe in the natural powers of nature— that which is us, the order of the universe.
Suppressed emotions become toxicity in our vessels. Be curious. Be open. Create a safe environment where you can meditate and work with your subjective and objective mind. Our experiences make us who we are so there are indeed many versions of us in the universe. We are walking mythical flowers leaving trails of colorful petals, trails of older versions of ourselves, our body, mind, and our nature along the journey.
And so days went by and she was becoming her true self with the assistance of the two shiny, black panthers. The graceful panthers followed her even in her dreams. They are the secrets of the jungle. They have huge heads, and they smelled her to sense her soul. One minute she was walking with a loved one, and then she was on the floor being visited and surrounded by the panthers of vision and perspective. They were the curacas, the taitas, the wairas, the healers and protectors of the divine ancient plant intelligence. One thing is clear, she is protected by the shadows of the moon and the mother of the night. She is reclaiming her powers. She is an astral traveler of the cosmos. She is bringing her gifts to life. For too long her gifts were repressed due to fear, anger, ignorance, mental anguish, lack of support, and understanding. But she has always been courageous and strong… and you can see that in her will to live and to thrive in peace as she walks along the night listening to the mysterious sounds of nature.
An invitation to work with the night she has been given, but it is up to her to visit the panther’s sanctuary… at her convenience and when ready of course. They are patience. They can wait. They are solitary wanderers of ancient wisdom just like her in the search to share with others the secrets of the book of the shadows, and the light, and the magic of the shooting stars. No doubt about the fact that she has natural intuitive powers. She is now more in tune with the moon and she works with the doctors of the light and the night in the hope to recover fragments of the solar consciousness that has been dispersed across the dimensions through dreams, memories, and prophesies.
And so he dreamt the three wizards. Los Magos, the wizards visited his dream and there they were in the living room. He was embarrassed to come out of his room because he had no clothes except for a super tight white shirt that made him look like a sausage… and a blue bath robe. One minute he was outside his old house parking his car and watching cars go by… and then the avocado walking tree and the evil demon-witch arrived. She was thin with a plastic oval face. She was desperately asking for cigarettes. She wanted to smoke. And then I saw a vintage yellow Volkswagen go by and I said: Synchronicity-Déjà vu. There is something spooky about this place. This is a dream. And of course it was a spooky dream. I was back in the haunted house, the same one from a previous dream where I saw myself as a plastic doll. Later I found out I was inside the witch and all I could see was trash. Someone I had managed to enter the body of the witch, but she was not happy about it.
However, this time we were inside the house and the magos were already there. I was not alone. She was calmed. I was being protected. And as the evil witch sat down, she became super fat… and the smiles would not stop. I felt that the witch was actually enjoying being there. I had never seen her that relaxed. The avocado walking tree spoke wonderful things. I went inside my old room, but my room looked like a mysterious library. The whole wall was filled with an eclectic selection of books. And as I was looking through the books Mrs. Harris, the cosmic librarian spoke: “Sorry honey that book ain’t here no more. You told that story so many times that everyone went cuckoo in previous lives. Somehow you have a gift of making everyone believe anything. And so you made them believe that they could reach they sky and so they started building a never-ending tower until they lost their mind in the midst of trying to reach the sky on earth. They really took your words literal. Since then the book that you are looking has been removed from the cosmic library.” I did not even know that I was looking for that book but that librarian could read me without speaking. I wonder who she really was? This is the first time I meet her in my dreams. I remember a similar soul. I can’t stop thinking about her. I hope to meet her again. She was wicked!
The intervention of the walking tree and the witch came to fruition. She was only calm because los magos were there. The walking tree could not stop talking about his creations, his son being one of them, and the magos and the witch were there listening. He talked and talked and talked about his fabulous creations, his son being one of them. He had so much to say. All those repressed thoughts that he could not say were being birthed into reality.
And it is indeed the things that we truly love in life what tell us who we are.
Believe. Desire. Look Within.
I am what I create. I create what I am.
And in harmony like a star in the cosmos I wish to live on earth.
Magia Inti y El Viaje Del Sapito Dorado
…Y así, viajamos rápidamente al vacio del universo dentro de una estrella fugaz. Solo recordamos haber subido, y ni en cuenta como bajamos. Y a medida que subíamos hacia las estrellas, nos dimos cuenta de que no éramos más que un destello de luz del mismo sol creado con el mismo corazón. Y allí estábamos tomados de la mano, y abrazados mientras ascendíamos con una enorme sonrisa y vibración. No había oscuridad. Solo rayos dorados de luz de nuestros niños cósmicos, y el brillo del atardecer nos acompañaba. Sentí el calor en mi piel y los doctores de la luz estaban allí. No tenían caras, pero podíamos sentir su calor. Y entonces me fui a dormir, y soñé que estaba dentro de un huevo gigante, y que el huevo estaba siendo abrazado por las alas de un pájaro angelical de luz luminiscente. Desperté y supe de inmediato que era la magia de la guardiana del portal de la liana de la vida. Me había quedado en sus tierras, y su magia se podía sentir en todas partes.
No teníamos idea de lo que estaban haciendo. Viajamos a las estrellas y cuando volvimos, los pisos comenzaron a moverse. El mismo infierno se desató en la tierra y luchamos contra los mismos antiguos demonios del ser hasta darnos cuenta que éramos nosotros mismos los ángeles terrestres con espadas gigantes de luz y de amor. Los mismos personajes de un pasado antiguo… Y fue entonces que reimos y reimos al darnos cuenta de lo que hemos y seguimos siendo.
Trajimos los fuegos y la purificación vino después. Trajimos los vientos y llegó el frío invierno. Se fue el agua. Se fue la luz, y llegaron las tormentas. Y fue asi que nos convertimos en el agua del desierto. Y regreso la luz y las enseñanzas del amor al presente. Ambos trascendimos, y mientras yo me convertí en un ángel terrestre, la mujer maga de las plantas se convirtió en una deidad.
Estábamos emocionados de trabajar con la magia inti. Y así, llegaron las noches de insomnio mientras decodificabamos la información que nos llegaba en acertijos, y símbolos en literatura, y escrituras antiguas.
Fuimos invitados a la cena de la sabiduría y sabiduría de las estrellas nos ofrecieron los corderos. Y todo fue por valor, y por amor a la sabiduria. Y para ayudar a los demás, y para proteger los misterios del árbol, liana de la vida…
Y así, él le entregó su sabiduría porque en el fondo de su corazón sabía que se perdería en la polaridad del ser. Y así, ella viajó a través de la luz en la oscurida en nombre de la libertad para rescatarlo de su misma caida al vacio.
Somos, somos un ojo del universo.
Es aqui la luz y ahora.
Based on a collection of dreams, memories, introspection, medieval philosophical, psychological, and theological studies, plant intelligence allies, & the fabulous teachings of M. Spinoza and Gigi.
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