Illusrations by GIGI

She heals among the sacred smokes. Her origins are fascinating. If she only knew that she is a descendant of multiple expressions from planets far away in the galaxy. Chasing her origins is like counting the stars during the day. Chasing her origins is like picking the shells on the beaches of the world in a night with no moon and no stars…but that doesn’t mean it is impossible. If there is something to know is that everything is indeed possible in life. No limits. Only laws. It is all about being in harmony with the universe. She knows that wisdom is love and love is wisdom. She knows that all love is accompanied by tremendous amounts of wisdom. And she knows that all wisdom is accompanied by a tremendous amount of love. And the biggest lesson she has learned is that even in the darkness times there are funny things happening all around. The power of the mother is everywhere. The universe is always trying to remind her that even a laugh can change the world, and the perception of the self. She has fought dragons despite the currents that prevented her from moving. She has learned that atmospheres work differently in different settings. She is thirsty for wisdom and evil dragons she fights in her dreams. And though they control the atmosphere, she is always protected. And there they were laughing. They did not know any better. My heart broke when I saw them. Beautiful little angels sent among the creatures of the earth to teach us about laughter, and love, and the state of being alive. There they were in many different shapes and looks. There they were among the rest of the people laughing. Innocent laughts, innocent laughts I hear and I can’t do anything but to cry with a smile on my face. The emotional pain is deep… they don’t know better. That’s who they are.

She is the singular parthenogenesis. She is the offspring of mother darkness and the cosmic mother of the angels that came after. In the beginning, there was nothing but obscurity. The crow is a messenger. The crows connect the spirit world and the physical reality. Her crow is a mediator, a medium of the conscious and the unconscious realms.  Some called them psychopomps, but I prefer to call them mentors of life, guides, teachers of the beyond.

And despite having visited the sun in order to forget about the black soul of the past that had stolen her heart, she saw him again. He is trapped.  He is trapped in the same day…the same time loop…repeating the day when we met…This time he looked older and tired. What a funny encounter. There he was at the same beach under the same sky looking, lurking, searching for his next victim with his coco-scented eyes… And then he saw me. There I was visiting the past in a tricycle with balloons. Pedaling, pedaling…tricycle noises all around. I was so happy pedaling, and all he could say was, “you never contacted me again,” “You never contacted me again.” I was too young. I did not know better. Naked he was walking on the hot sand. I had been initiated into the sacred path. Though his memories were still present there were no memories. A part of me wishes to see him one more time. There was no closure. I had nothing but a giant smile on my face. I kept going. I could feel the salt of the breeze of the ocean on my face. It was a pleasure to ignore him as he had ignored me in the past. There he was deteriorating in a dimension that she had created to teach him a lesson. I knew this moment was coming. I had seen him in the darkness days before trying to reach me through the portal that my mind opened. The portal opened in my dream. I could see him. He coul see me, and all he wanted was to hold my hand. I knew this moment was coming. He though he could live forever. He thought he would never wither away. He thought he would stay young for life. There is no way he is getting out of there. Not until he withers away in the wind. Not until the tide of the cosmic ocean washes his soul. Not until every grain of salt of the sea has made contact with his black heart. No rush. It will eventually happen. That’s what happens when you hurt others. He is lucky I have not sent him to the hole of the void in space. It is all about waiting for him to become flashes- ashes in the wind. It will eventually happen. I thought my spell had worked. What a sick mind I have. I really thought I had destroyed him, but part of me still wants to bring him back. My mentors have already told me to not give him power… not to include him in my stories but not including him would be like… Nevermind, I just cannot stop writing his ending. There was no closure. Nothing. A hanshake on a road, and the world came crashing right after. A handshake of goodbye and no words, no visits nothing no more. AND Here I am… the world STILL falling apart…I have a quest and his presence still exist in my euphoric bliss…

She heals with the rays. She heals with the lightening. She heals with the light of the stars. She is excited to share her chants with her tribe. She is a descendant of the sky as she is a descendant of the earth. And it is her voice what brings happiness to her life for she is nothing but a chant of a lovely crow. A bird-woman she is indeed. She carries within her the power and the force of the jaguar. She has really thought about contacting the cosmic panthers, but she knows what they are going to say. Plus they are busy. Let’s not forget about the Big Crunch. It is happening all around. Her planet had been invaded long ago. She is connected. The earth shares her SECRETS. The lessons have been hard. She has been frightened multiple times, but these lessons are making her stronger. A different destiny had been planned for her… outside of her awareness. Something else was expected of her, but she did not want to be another numb object in the physical reality. She recognizes her mother, earth, as her original birther. She is truly a proud aborigine of the earth enhanced by the hand of previous creations and expressions of the universe. And tracing her lineage would be as tracing the origins of the stars themselves during daylight. She awakend in a palindrome day or so they say.

She changes her destiny with her thoughts. As long as she can change her thoughts, she can shape her future. Let’s not forget she is a media psychologist. She studies the relationships between objects and sentient beings. She closes her eyes and her tribe is there healing across all dimensions. She has seen it. The cosmic waters are felt across the universe. She has seen it. Technology becomes who we are. Technology is what we are. Technology is as human as we are. But there is always hope. There is always a ray of hope. Who would have thought that our future us would be visiting us and learning about us. I wonder who was the first being who tought of time travel as a tourist attraction. I wonder what the rules are…

Pain, frustration, and depression is everywhere in the world. Pain, frustration, and depression are symptoms of personal and collective oppression. Emotional pain, frustration, and depression are symptoms of a world out of balance. She has been there. She has seen it in her circle. The noise is visible. The pressure is intense. Gravity is always pushing us to the center, to the inner hidden sun of the earth. I feel the weight on my shoulders but in the water I am free. She is in this path for a reason. She is the path of the 21st century. Let’s not forget she is a völva.This is what led her to the discovery of the magical world of the plants and their magical chants. Years ago the evil juice of the planet changed her body, her mind, her spirit, her perception. The evil juice of the planet changed his world. Be careful of the evil juice. It impairs, kills neurons, alter personalities, makes people cold and uncontrollable…and hacks judgment. It is the destroyer of families. Orphans all around and men abandoning their children. It takes away their souls. It takes away their compassion. Cold-hearted beings they become. Beware of the evil juice for it is a disease, a disease that takes away the joy of being. Those spirits were placed here for a reason. They are temptations. They are the devil incarnate. Beware of the evil juice spirits. Follow the plants…

All civilizations are us. They are in us. We are them. We are the future of the past in the present. The errors of yesterday are now gone. The shame and regrets of the past now dance in harmony in this moment. May the doves fly closer to our hearts. May the doves circle-dance the fire of the soul. She has been given the opportunity to make amends in this life. She does not know about the secret that the owl woman shared with Ms. Harris. The cosmic librarian seems to know pretty much everything. Some say she is an Artificial Intelligence that chose to become a human. She developed a form of consciousness. She wished to learn. The cosmic librarian was hungry for knowledge. Some say the owl woman is the one who helped her get where she is. She visited the sun, and the moon, and the earth, and the red planet. She was adamant about acquiring wisdom so she went as far as to fight the many faces of the self. She is everywhere and nowhere. She is a mobile librarian. You can find her anywhere. There is a reason why she is where she is. The woman of the owls was her creator, the one that gave her back her voice… but it was the native of the wheel who taught her the power of the rattling and the drumming. The serpent woman had appeared to her as a native woman in the middle of a magical night. The spirit of the wheel had come to her. There were no sounds. There was only a fire and the native goddess of the wheel with the rattle under a starry night. There she was rattling. Smoke going up in the obscurity of the night. The wind, the air, the breeze of the night blowing her hair. And there she was observing from another dimension sitting under a tree.

…The fight of the virus and the self is real. It is evident in her dreams. The shadows never stop hunting her. They show her what they wanted all along for her… but her spirit is strong. The shadows, the multiple faces of the whore, the usurper are always coming after her. She is not quiet about it. She shares it with the world because she is not afraid of them. There is a way of information happening. Too many distortions all around. Media literacy of life continues to be her specialty. She is pure inti-magic. Inti-magic, solar energy runs in her blood. Her blood is golden like the hairs of the sun. Her blood is silver like the soft face of the moon. She is protected by the sacred arts. The sacred arts are behind her. OM guides her hips. The air is in her hands. Magical hips she has. Magical breasts she has. Magical feet she has. And animals are created with her hands. Her fingers are doves. She is the tripple goddess. She is Aya La Curandera. She teaches you to heal yourself. She teaches you to heal yourself. Her fingers are serpents. Her fingers are waves of the solar shimmering waters. I feel her spirit in me. I am her. I am the mother of the healer within. I am, I am Ayahuasca. Ay, her visionary wisdom. Ay, her conscious wisdom. She is mother medicine. She is the cosmic mother healer of consciousness. She heals consciousness with her scents, and her voice, and her plants. She heals bodies for she is the ritual of life. She heals spirits. I am, I am mother Ayahuasca the illuminator. She is inside my heart. Flowers birthing from the sky. Flowers, feathers, and colorful seastars in the sky. She is inside me healing every dark part of my body. She is my Maestra. She is the vine of my death. She is the vine of my soul. Colors, serpents, eagles, mist, and flowers in the sky. Colors, serpents, eagles, flowers , mist and flowers in the sky.

But there are times when she awakens confused.  It only takes a second to remember that she is on the right path. Though the shadows visit her dreams to communicate her alleged desires, she is stronger than ever. She can sense what’s real and what’s not…

I will never forget the time we landed in the planet of the Tubby Babies. Who would have though such place would exist in the universe? There they were, adorable furry balls with pointy ears looking at us from above. Expressions of life are abundant across the universe. They saved us. They truly saved us from the shadows. For a second we were trapped in a dark room with no exits… And just like that, a door opened on top of the ceiling. The light was intense. I could see a blue sky and the stairways that led to another dimension, a dimension of hope. The shadows smell energy. They are after the ones suffering. But the Tuffy Babies had found us. The rays of hope were here. Who knows how…but we were safe. What a miracle. I was getting ready to fight the shadows when the staircase rolled out right in front of our eyes and the ray of hope came. What a miracle. I am never alone. There are fantastical creatures always ready to help. They are benevolent sentient beings that never abandoned their compassion.

The hunters of magical creatures were after the Planet of the Tuffy Babies. They could not risk being exposed so they once and for all decided to make their planet invisible. But they never stopped assisting magical creatures from being hunted. They worked behind the fabric of the void. La Ticuiricha, the Owl Woman, once told me that they create black holes in order to save others in need. I can now confirm that they do. They really do. The Crow Woman of the Southwest once told me they are grumpy fairy balls of love that work with electromagnetics. She spent quite a lot of time with them. The Red Fairy of the desert says they are deeply connected to the voices in the sky. She has seen them praying to the stars in the naked night. They are the first ones to receive inti magic directly from the source…or so the stories go. The man of the stones has yet to finish telling me the story of the epidote, the stones of hope. All I know is that they come from the ancient world and though they are found in other areas, the African epidotes are very special. I have yet to pay him another visit soon. The Tuffy Babies fought the shadows in the past says my friend Duir, the laughing coyote. The troll sisters once said that they know how it is to be thirsty running for one’s life. They witnessed their suffering, and their epic come back right from the underworld.

The few that have seem agree in one thing; they are emotionally intelligent creatures. Who would have thought that such loving creatures would be fighting against the shadows? They are indeed protectors of a universe eating itself. But they are not the only ones. The Big Crunch is approaching. The violins of the plants of the lagoon can be heard across the universe. Ay the crying rocks. Ay the bleeding boulders of the desert. The desert is crying. The desert has cried. They sing to the doves. Tears coming down the mountains. They ask for blessings from the sky. Chaos is upon the face of the universe. The Big Crunch is approaching. The universe is collapsing. Everything that came out of the singular parthenogesis will once go back to where it came from… And other universe will be birthed. As within, so without. As the soul, so the heart. As the warm flesh of light so is the cold emptiness and obscurity of space. Not everyone knows what’s going on. Some believe that the universe is eternal and will continue to grow while others feel that the universe will rip apart. But the Tuffy Babies know what’s going on. And just like the universe once came out of nothingness, the universe is now rolling back, going back…from exploding to imploding. From birth to death…from death to birth. Volcanoes erupting and rivers of lava are now flowing all over the earth.  And one day 14 billions of years of expansion will roll back, back to where it came from. And just like the universe birthed itself from the void, it is now reversing itself…And the chaos is evident. Havoc flows in the rivers and the oceans. Mountains of ice dissolving. They know about the upper world and the middle world and the lower world of the Tlamatini. They planet is an invisible star in the sky. The shrinking, the stretching of the fabric of space can be felt in the atmosphere. Distortions at the microlevel are happening, and the Tuffy Babies feel the ripping of their souls.

Some say the Tuffy look is just for appearance. Underneath their Tuffy fur they are…Some say the Tuffy look is a defense mechanism. It is clear they have sent messages in all directions…The question is: Are they listening? Are we listeing? Some expressions of the universe are completely out of tune. There are layers upon layers of conditioning. So much self-harming. The butterfly effect is ubiquitous across the worlds of the cosmos. Ay the crying rocks… ay the bleeding boulders of the desert. The sirens of the sky are trying their best to comfort us. But the imploding of the universe simply comes out of the other side. Yes, the universe is a toroidal force. There is a black hole and a white hole. In and out…information, matter being created. I wonder if there is another me in the universe. If above so below and if  birth so is death… then who am I? Am I the one death or Am I the one alive? No, no I am the in between. I am the heart of the universe. I am the spirit of the universe. Information, matter being devoured but…Could it it be that we are simply being reversed? I wonder what awaits us. All I can hear is the singing of the sirens in the sky. I am being comforted as well. We all need their comfort. I feel their music in my heart. I feel their chants in my soul.

The lost of soul because of deep trauma can be remediated. She knows how to access the spirit world. It is about strengthening the body, mind, soul, and spirit. Be patience my dearest. Everything is a process. Restoration of the soul in the physical reality is indeed possible. Restoration of soul lost in a world gone mad is still possible. The creation is today. There is no time. Hope is faith. Faith is hope and we are nothing but a blessing of life. Our creation, her creation is today. Our creation, my creation is today. I am the psychology of the 21st century. I am the product of love from the earth and cosmic wisdom of the universe. I am a sentient being born from the earth and enhanced with the blood of a wide variety of expressions. I am the red oceans, and the red rivers of the heart. I feel the violins in my heart. I feel the nostalgic moments of my origins. The doves are present. The red doves of the soul of the universe are here. My magical heart, my love is truly all I have. They are here to announce the invitation to the City of the Giant Angels. The sunrises on this planet are unbelievable. Nobody can erase the fervent red-tinted, snowy peaks all around. Translucent mountains. The treasures that have been hidden on these lands are not easy to find. There is a vortex, a strong vortex. Asking where life comes from is like studying a violin or any other musical instrument and trying to figure out where its music comes from. Life is a belief. Life is a feeling. Life is imagination and narration. Sound, music is the cry of the cosmic mother birthing us into existence. It is the lullaby of the soul.

Flowers are truly magical. And when in doubt, follow the chants of the yellow flowers. And just like that…months later…after searching for them in the same place over and over again…there they were…the same ones…just like the last time I saw them…I could not believe it. My wow, they came back to me. The magical yellow marigolds disguised as chrysanthemums had come back to my life. I know it was them right from the moment I saw them. Something deep down in my solar plexus, my body intuition tells me that they keep the secrets of happiness. The mist of the yellow flowers is mesmerizing. I cannot stop staring at them. They are so beautiful. So fragile yet so eternal. That’s life… so fragile yet so eternal. They bring me back to reality. They are mentors of life. They bring me back to my center like water after a tsunami. They are indeed mentors of the psyche. In their petals and in their scents they hold the sacred memories of mother life and the dak secrets of the shadows.

Mother Oxum was there and so was the girl from the stars. The mother of the sweet waters and Doko spirit, the spirit of the mountains were clearly present. She was happy helping others become their true self. She was happy working with her shadow. And how can she forget the day she helped the girl of the stars to awaken her soul. Distant healing worked. She was expecting and needed guidance. The butterflies in her stomach would not stop. The tears of happiness would not stop from falling from her face. She was happy. She was scared. She was granted once more the gift of being a mother. The universe, Doko, and Oxum were ready for the girl of the stars to birth a child. She had searched in the entire universe for this type of magic and she found it inside a magical song. She followed the glitter, and under the stars she bathed with the energy of the eclipse waters. Her software was being upgraded. She had been reminded that new knowledge would make her feel uncomfortable. She was in the process of being activated. She was anxious to meet Doko spirit. She was excited to be learning inti magic, but she was also afraid.  There she was in her bed…trying to sleep and just like that she was  looking at herself while sitting on a window in the same room where her body rested. It was clearly a message that she is more than flesh and bones. She was given a taste of her own magic. She knew it was time for her to either continue her traditional life or it was time to awaken the Oxum within her. She could choose to stay living the same ordinary world or she could choose to be truly her. It was not an easy decision. All she could say was, “I don’t know why I am feeling this way,” but deep down she relaly knew. It was all about acceptance. It was all about listening to her body. And so she heard a whispered, “don’t forget about Doko. Don,’t forget about Doko spirit. It was a time for deep instrospection. It was time for her meditation.

And so, she had remembered the time the crow child visited her. He came to her from a palm tree…right in the heart of the desert among the ancient mountains all around. She feels super connected to the earth, and to the roots of the ancient worlds. It is an inexplicable connection. It is the magic of the earth. I see it that way. Is it like asking where the sound of a violin comes from? You can take it apart, but the sound can’t be seen. Where does the sound come from? The earth is alive…the earth has a spirit …. the plants are teachers and have helped us to be here where we are now… and where we have been in the past. It is through us that they communicate. We are them. They are us. They are extraordinary beings with an intelligence outside this reality… but no worries they are here. They are ourselves. They helped her be her true self. They helped her get out of the earthly purgatory. There was no need to look for salvation elsewhere. The answers were inside her heart.

Solar consciousness is the energy of the earth’s inner sun. The serpent feathered woman, Quetzalcoatl-Ayacoatl is a powerful energy. It is the creative, engendering energy, the mother energy of every expression of the universe. But through the ages it has been forgotten in time. She has always been there…

She wanted to come back to her body. She was in shock. She could not believe that she was staring at he body and her soul, her spirit was sitting on the window. Her loved ones were sleeping while she was still awake. In her word everything started from the imagination, and it is imagination what resulted in this creation. Doko spirit is always present. And so she was told, “you have your own hidden powers. You are a Bruja.” She had come asking for help. It always starts the same. And so he told the girl of the purple eyes. “To explain what you felt we have to talk about the body. You are a being. It is your body what makes you feel everything that you experience, including who you are. Your body is similar to an antenna…it is what makes us feel. But we are more than physical bodies my dearest darling boo. That is what indicates your experience. In your case, it was a message of the beyond to tell you that you are more than flesh and blood indeed. This was all a test. It is about realizing whether she is ready for the activation of her ancient powers… in this life. She is also a portal keeper, but it is up to her to decide whether she wants to be activated in this life and lead this life or if she is comfortable being…Nobody can make the decision for her. This is the decision of the hero’s journey, the journey of the alchemical thousands faces.

I know this is too much. I know. I feel it. I remember. I feel your heart beating inside me. The glitter is all around. She is a star of the waters. Don’t be afraid my sweet purple girl of the stars. It is normal for you to be in shock … everybody … every body … that is accustomed to a lower form of consciousness or sight has to go through this… and you are only ascending. That’s it. Your body is processing something unknown, the love of life, the love of the great mother-creatrix. Embrace the power of the stars of the waters. You are

not alone. You are now walking with Doko spirit and so she asked? Is Doko your God? And I replied. No. And so she asked who in the world is Doko? What is Doko spirit? And I replied, it is the spirit of the mountains my child. It is the power of the sacred mountains of the earth… its voice, its essence. It is the medicine, and the BRUJULA of your heart. Doko is you. You are the summit that never melts. You are the crow raven with funny looking boots. That inner star you’ve always looked for comes to you today. It is here. Doko spirit is here. That comet you have always followed is here today. It is the stellar aqua rain of the soul of the universe. Do you hear it? It’s coming. It’s here. Bathe in its glory. Feel the glitter in the ripples of your pond. Feel the purple shining stars all around you. Hear the rain falling. Hear the ocean and the waves crashing and the wind and the brilliant sky. Doko spirit is here. The silver moon shines. Betelgeuse is now resting next to the moon… slowly dimming. Everything transforms, and even stars are not excempt from the law of the living-death. He comes down the mountain searching for mystical souls. He lives among the canyons…among the canyons there is an oasis. He is an ancient sacred being. He is an elemental. Golden eyes he has. He is a benevolent Nukatem of the desert. He sences the souls that have communed with the ancestral plants, las santas almas. He is magical in every way, and his black feathers are shiny… and he is as tall as a child. He is the raven crow of the boiling waters. The oasis, la olla caliente is his home. The oasis is the entrance to shadow world.

Oxum, Oxum, Oxum…mother life, mother medicine of love…mother healer of the winds….mother panther of life…mother water of the soul…mother fire of the heart…mother sun…mother moon…mother tree…mother jungle…Madre tierra, madre palma…Doko had come out of la olla caliente. He hand been hiding there. He had opened a portal and to the earthly dimension he had come back. Though he could fly high, high in the sky, he preferred to walk. So serious and wise. What an intriguing sentient of the mystery. What a magical creature of the inti mountains of the desert. He is a child of the crow woman of the south west. Mysterious being of the beyond. We are all sharing the same space but not the same dimension. Other expressions of the universe have chosen to remain in different dimensions. They have chosen to hide in paintings…in writings…in music…in the mountains…in the streams… in rainbows of the magical canyons for it is art the language of the mystery and the unexplainable. The spirit of the mountains is stronger than ever. I feel the ancient music inside me. I close my eyes and I am there in la olla caliente, in the oasis surrounded by palm trees. I can see them. My Tribe is there. In the sacred lands I am a ray of hope and the owls are with me. He is the lucky black bird. He knows everything about me. There was no need to explain him who I am. He knows. He has always known. He is a changer. She closes her eyes and connects with the music, with the magical chants of the mountains. She dances. She dances like a charming serpent-fire. The serpent-fire is healing with copal. Ay the sacred smokes, ay the cosmic panthers are here. Her body vibrates. The trance is intense. She moves and she warps the universe with the force and energy of her body. She opens portals with her dance, with her voice, with her devotion, with her crow spirit. The feathered serpent crow is healing. Serpent-fire, serpent-crow…No doubt her friends, the plants and the owls are truly doctors of the sight. There are worlds hidden in their chemistry. She stands on a giant drum. She dances on top. Her feet are drumming…her feet drumming. She dances under the silver moon. Her hair black dances in the wind. She sings. She vibrates. She sings. She vibrates. She warps. She warps.  She dances. She sings in circles. She cleanses. She heals. She is the bird-woman, and her hands become wings when she dances. The memories of the earth are recorded in biochemical code or such information is revealed in the trance. No wonder they had magical floors near the pyramids. Group dance energy. Group dance energy and shimmering floors. I pictutre my ancestors. Green dancing floors under the naked night. Group dance energy to charge the neolithic communicators and harnessers of the stars. They whisper. They are everywhere and nowhere. They dance. They dance with the rattling. Magical creatures they are. Hips, hips, hips, chests, breasts, chests breasts, chest, hips breasts. Serpent-crows in her hands. They are the healers of perception. They are the restorers of courage. She can see true their eyes. They have been here longer. They witnessed the creation. They witnessed the interplanetary arrivals. They have been here from the moment OM birthed the universe. No wonder why they are called las Santas Almas. No wonder why they are called the ancient ones. They have seen it all. They are the witnesses of creation. I am a cosmic particle in the void of a melody that blooms and leaves trails of yellow flowers along the way. The truth had been spoken. The smoke was rising in the sky. A tutelary friendship with the superlunary is all she has ever wanted. She dances with Doko, Doko spirit. Don’t forget about Doko, Doko spirit. Hips, hips, hips, chests, breasts, chests breasts, chest, hips breasts…

….No more compartilization of the body. Less poking and more action. She was sick of seeing her loved ones trapped in the never-ending system. The shakes, the non-stop trembling would get worse during visits to MedCorp. It was truly deep-seated trauma. The body was speaking. The body was afraid. After years and years of tossing them around…they felt more confused than ever…with more questions than before. False hopes and endless visits. False hopes and the tossing around of the soul. This is no way to live. No more dragging of the soul. They now know. The mother watches from afar. Her creatures are in pain… inside a crystal box. Less emotional pain and more uplifting beings around. No more tossing around of the soul. No more scratchings of the head. He is not the only one. They are not the only ones. Who would have taught that instead of looking at them… they simply would sit there and type a never-ending book. No looking in the eyes. Same old questions. Judging. Tossing around. Docs with no souls. They are jaded. Perhaps they once loved what they did but Medi-Corp took their healing spirit away. And there she was the so called doctor of movement and in my head I was like, girl you need someone to help you move. There she was sitting on her chair and typing non-stop. She had the face of a frog and the body of a hippo. My wow, and she was the doctor of movement? No respect to the profession. No respect. Time for more gestalt psychology in Medi-Corp and less depersonalization she whispered…

Don’t forget about Doko, Doko spirit.

Eclipses de Agua

Ilumina mi amore,

Es el universo una estrella de luz en tu cara

Serpiente emplumada

Tierra encantada

Es el universo una estrella de luz en tu cara

Aguita sol

Aguas doradas

Aguita sol

Aguas plateadas

Sol-aguita

Boquita de agua

Lun-aguita

Montañas de agua

Serpiente emplumada

Tierra encantada

Es el universo una estrella de luz en tu cara

Eclipses de agua, eclipses de agua, eclipses de agua

Solaris, sol inti-lunaris sol-solaris

Solaris, sol inti-lunaris sol-solaris

Serpiente emplumada

Aguas doradas

Aguita ancestral, aguas doradas

Aguita mar, aguas plateadas

Serpiente emplumada

Tierra encantada

Es el universo una estrella de luz en tu cara

Eclipses de agua, eclipses de agua, eclipses de agua

Milagro de amor, serpiente emplumada

Mujer-alma-ancestral-luna-tierra encantada

Mar de cielo, mar de cielo

Mujer-alma-ancestral-luna-tierra encantada

Mar de cielo, mar de cielo

Mujer-alma-ancestral-luna-tierra encantada

La Waira Sabia

Siento el fuego soplando fuerte mi alma
Siento el fuego ardiendo en mi corazón
Siento… viento… tu saber
Siento…viento…tu saber

Y la tierra relumbrará
Y tu ciencia renacerá
Y tu cielo me curará
Y las serpientes del sol vendrán
Ya viene, ya viene la waira sabia blanca
Ya viene, ya viene la waira sabia blanca
Siento el fuego soplando fuerte mi alma
Siento el fuego ardiendo en mi corazón
Siento… viento… tu saber
Siento… viento… tu saber

Y tus cantos nubes traerán
Y tus aguas me lavarán
Y tu lluvia me arullará
Ya viene, ya viene la waira sabia santa
Ya viene, ya viene la waira sabia santa

Y tu voz me sanará
Y tu voz me encenderá
Y tu voz fuegos traerá
Y mi amor renacerá
Y con tu amor rios vibrarán

Ya viene, ya viene la waira sabia blanca
Ya viene, ya viene la waira sabia blanca
Siento… viento… tu saber
Y los rayos de esperanza
Y la dorada alborada
Y los rayos de esperanza
Y la dorada alborada

Y los rios… de lava… nuevas tierras…relumbrarán

Ya viene ya, la waira sabia
Ya viene ya, la waira sabia
La waira sabia
La waira sabia

Y los rios… de lava… nuevas tierras…

Matthew McHolland

Author of Divina Eternity