“Macrocosm spoke to microcosm; microcosm reflected macrocosm. The two were in living dialogue. Understanding the universe was a matter of listening, having ears to hear the music of the spheres, the voice of the Earth. Wisdom meant connecting.“ – Theodore Roszak
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Who would have thought that an astonishing tree with awesome vibes from Indonesia would find its sanctuary in the West Coast, in the Golden State of California, in Southern Cali? Well, it did and we are happy to welcome you to Kratom of Life (KoL), the online virtual sanctuary of inti-magic right in the heart of the Coachella Valley, in Palm Desert.
At KoL, inspiration and creativity are the drivers of our green magic and our green psychology. Divina Eternity & the Adventures of Miss Kratom have become the eyes of the Coachella Valley. So many mysteries to unravel. So many hiking trails to explore. So many days of summer sunshine. Miss Kratom is a friend of the ancient magical entities of the desert.
She is a tour guide of the windmills. She has seen the sun become a moon up in the mountains. La Mujer De Las Ollas, the Woman of the Clay Pots is real. This is the second time I see her. She had managed to take me inside a cave near the serpents of the soil. They were beautiful. Golden…sandy…and sparkly. There is more to show… a lot more but for now I am happy. I am grateful. I am beyond appreciative for the visions.
She walks at night in the sacred lands of the netherworld. There she is rattling. She shakes them. She shakes them. Spectrum of light appears. It is translucent. It is blue, pink and blue. What a…What a geo-psychic phenomenon! It is the man of the moon opening portals to communicate. He is a son of the sun. There is a lot of history in the desert. He had been waiting. She had been waiting.
She has even sent me a song to remember the dream now a reality…
She knew I wanted to know who she was. She knew all along that I was dying to get to know her, but I did not want to be rude. I know now her name. She is a warrior. I did not want to ask about her origins. Her beauty was captivating. Her long black hair is shiny like the stars. I am glad I know who she is.
I don’t know if I want to open that door. I know where it leads. It is the door to…She seems to want to show me. What a surreal feeling. I am not sure how to describe it. There are no words. It is more of a feeling that paints a vision to nether realms beyond our level of comprehension. Golden canyons…the oasis… that where she took me. I was near them. Though I could not see outside. I knew I was surrounded by water because I felt like a plant being watered by an ancient irrigation system. The cave was a giant OLLA de barro. There was a stream inside. It felt cool. The scent is unforgettable. It is the cave nothing more than a giant clay pot buried in the desert. It is the cave the womb, the uterus of the creatrix. The water seeps out into the soil around. That is how the palms trees grow. This method keeps the soil moist. This ancient way to deliver water directly to the roots of the Washigntonia filifera, the so called desert fan palms is so cool, so creative. Not sure why this came to me but I love it. The wisdom keeps coming in waves.
The Mage of the Plants had reassured me that everything is connected. She understands me. I have to feel it all so that I can come up with my own conclusions. Her message…continue to experiment. There is more coming. The message of the Red-headed Fairy: “keep dreaming.” So I will. Because dreaming and writing have become my favorite things to do. The dreams, the messages keep coming. Divina Eternity… a puzzle. She drums. One thing is sure. I will never forget the metallic serpents. She drums. I have to admit that for a second I felt like grabbing them and putting them around me like an exotic flapper from the 20s. I am closer to getting in touch with the MEs. Yes, that’s what they were. So sacred. So Mystical. So ultra-natural. What a geo-psychic phenomenon! I know remember them but while there I just could not make the connection. My wow. Now I see.
Oh mon dieu…
Time for more feedback. Time for more engagement. They hear us. They feel us. They see us.
The messages have been so clear. Butterflies. Yellow & white butterflies all around. I blink and they are there. I blink and they disappear. I blink and I see one coming down the sky. I blink and they become two in one. One in two. So beautiful magic. She continues to experiment. She lives through everything she feels. Se expresa con amor a la esperanza. She knows the butterfly is the soul, the spirit of the man of the moon revealing, communicating in the physical world. What a clear sign of awesome transformation. “Summer sunshine and less summertime sadness,” he says from the nether realm. From a physical body to a spiritual ascended_______… From the living world to the netherworld. From skin to____________…
Together they are immortal. Together they rebirth. Together they see each other underneath the skin…
She is… She is an aurora borealis of the desert. She now understands the woman of the plants even more. The message from the creatrix of the desert is clear: Enjoy! Her reality is becoming even more untangled. She is not sure if it was a dream. She is not sure…what reality…what dimension this is. The message is clear. “Do not think of him in terms of the past nor in terms of the future. Accept his form in the present for you will see each other soon underneath the skin in the nether world that is creating,” and so the woman of the canyons spoke.
And so the 3 headed metallic serpents had spoken.
They had transformed. They are quite aggressive when they have ought to be. Love is an alien-transcendental-force. She welcomes the mystery. She welcomes the secrets, the occult of the netherworld. What a magical night. Warm air, palm trees, & a silver cloudy moon that looked just like a ghostly ring up in the sky…
I have seen their true nature. There is something they wish to show me. Of that I am sure. What could it be? They are protectors. Of that I am sure. They live in the in-between of the journey of the soul. Not everyone is welcome. They stab with their metallic tails if they ought to. Not everyone can cross and learn the mysteries or so they say. The woman of the clay pots had made it clear. They are one of many guardians, portal keepers. The woman of the canyons had spoken: Read! You might find something interesting in this book. The magic is coming from the south. The word is getting out.
They like to share but…
They like to show but…
I am lucky. I am grateful to know who they are…
So much in so little time. I am what I am. And so the idea that while living it is possible to plan out the ascension of the self is not radical at all anymore. It is acceptable. It is reasonable.
As above, so below. This is an ancient law of wisdom of the body, mind, and spirit.
I now know the communion of Divina Eternity…
…As within, so without
Like a cookie cutter, the physical form remains carved within the mind and spirit. Because even the soul has shape. It is about learning to go within. It is about seeing the spiri-hologram within with the assistance of nature. Accessing realms, imperceptible realms. And so that’s why Divina Eternity has become the theory of aya-psychology where the cosmos, the psyche, and nature are all understood as the ecological unconscious, as species self, as life and ascension itself, as “the living record of cosmic evolution…”
…Because even after death, the mind and soul find creative ways to live while the body rests and becomes one like a leaf from the heart of the universe.
“Once upon a time, all psychologies were ‘ecopsychologies.’ Those who sought to heal the soul took it for granted that human nature is densely embedded in the world we share with animal, vegetable, mineral, and all the unseen powers of the cosmos.” – Theodore Roszak, The Voice of the Earth, 1992
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Art by Gigi (GG)
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