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the wheel of the stars

I was alone, I walked in the universe aimlessly in fact I was not bad but I felt something from inside me asking and more, I ignored this voice because I thought it was mine.

The universe was large with many places to visit, there was no darkness but resolute evanescence of colors, I never asked myself why it was so beautiful, in fact I never asked myself anything, I wandered, wandered, observed and sighed often I didn't stop.

I also thought about my loneliness but it didn't "spoil" me I was fine and yet my internal voice was asking more and more insistently for more, "what do you want?" I thought “why do you torment my placid and comfortable torpor?”, nothing always changes to my asking.

I wandered in a darker universe than usual, the satellite stars no longer shone as before, the air was very light and shy, I was lost in perceiving something different, "uncomfortable" but at the bottom of a dark spot there was an attractive light, I took care to go to that strange and dark place and here is my little voice "scream" "go my brother, go that is your path do not be afraid, I know that everything new and dark is scary but you are watching only around not unfounded ".

I was amazed by the sweetness that screamed my voice inside, I sighed several times as the universe seemed to vibrate in perfect resonance with my sacred fear that became courage.

I took some timid steps towards the light and everything became darker and more threatening, I don't know why but my memory went quickly to a happy moment when I stopped for a while in a beautiful planet, I saw it a clear liquid thing , it transformed, enveloped at times it sang, I also saw many green things that seemed to be born from the ground, they too sang the song of the times that changed cyclically, it was extraordinary to perceive the beauty in feeling enveloped by everything, in that planet there were also its inhabitants and they were of many species but two stole my sight, one seemed to walk on four "legs" of white color, its powerful bearing spoke in a sacred way with another planet that I do not know why it was only half lit .

The other inhabitant was majestic but had no legs but incredibly strong arms full of feathers, he could soar with elegance and skill high, so high that no one else could reach him.

I remember the wind well, I knew the wind in the universe but this is lukewarm and it blows a circle dance sometimes.

The memory of this blue planet gave me the courage to face my path towards the light, it is true that everything around was dark but I had the breath of that wind that caresses a part of me that I did not know, my legs had become strong as those of that white being, my arms as long and mighty as that being with many feathers, even my heart was beating a new rhythm, a rhythm felt at the foot of the scratched mountains, there I saw other beings who in a circle danced and sang, this rhythm was extraordinary sacred to the point of letting me know crying, they danced sang around a tree full of colors, the memory of this pushes me not to look at the dark but to see the light.

I approached the light but she ran away from me and I did not understand why, I did not understand why in fact it annoyed me to the point of thinking of leaving it alone and going back to my peaceful wandering but here she was punctual as a comet, my voice still spoke with a different voice this time, a warm and calm voice so much that it made me stop and desist in giving up "walk one step at a time my nephew, walk with the beings you have known because now you are one, now you are one".

I hardly believed what these last words had provoked in me, I felt strong because I really felt that world and its inhabitants strong in my being different, perhaps new, I decided to "go ahead".

As I walked I saw my relationship with the universe a little different, I was more serene despite the heavy attacks from what I saw and that came to me from the darkness and from myself.

My body had taken a shape, strange I thought I had always been consciousness, a strange shape but already seen. I observed in amazement that long and black threads had attached themselves above me, but so many that I reached what looked like legs, my shape was covered with a soft and hard fabric at the same time, strange shapes had appeared under this "planet-colored" fabric. Red".

I accepted my new state, not being able to be amused by the moving things that had formed at the end of the longer appendages, I even counted twenty between longer and shorter, my steps became unstable since I had to establish contact with the strange things appeared below, I adapted quite quickly, I was not sure why happy.

As I proceeded and struggled to avoid the things that came from the dark my now familiar little voice told me not to avoid the things that frightened me but to face and transform them, it took a long time for this to happen and maybe it never completely happened but I learned, yes with a lot of effort and suffering but I managed to understand that transforming those fears gave me well-being.

Suddenly I felt a strong heat and the upper right side of my new body lit up with a candid and shiny White, this scared me, amused my little voice told me softly "nephew you just found the white wisdom of the North, walk you will meet yet “, I had not understood anything but I accepted Wisdom as a teacher and resumed my path

I listen to the thought of the stars, a thought that brings me back to a distant image in time, distant to a time when everything was made of compassion and accreditation between human beings and everything.

Every time a person breathed, the person in him breathed, nothing spoke of war or violence, everything was in harmony with the still flow of life.

The flowers sang the song of rebirth in spring, the grass sang the song of defeat in August, the trees sang the song of rest in autumn and the voice of the cold wind sang the song of the white sage in winter, every time a brother sang everything was his choir because his voice was made of everything.

It was the time of life walking in harmony with the stars.

Their voice reminded me of a light song like that which humans have attributed to sea sirens, each word was a thin but clear note in the universal world. They danced with sister light that was given to them every day by the father of all the stars… the sun.

I wonder where the books that tell of these times have gone, and yes that they were written by a distant people but I am sure they have arrived on earth.

In any case, the sound of flowing water recalls the miracle of life outside the human body, each temperature is perceived as a change of direction not as a problem from which to save the earth.

The earth. You have no idea what the earth is, you have played with her heart since childhood when it was your heart that looked like her in the purest way. The stars are witnesses of the glass that you have raised to your sensitivity, that sensitivity that allowed you to see in a sacred way the ethereal body of the Earth, the ethereal body of your mother, no no not of the ideological mother who you believe is a mere embodiment of mothers. earthly, of his Body of Mother Earth a body perceptible in the green world, in the mineral world and in the fruits of life, ah yes! you don't see anymore!

I cry and suffer at the sight of the fruit that has fallen to the ground and not picked up. You turn around in the sunlight because it dazzles you and you don't see that you are accusing yourself of not being blessed to the point of not deserving such sacred warmth.

Those were distant times when the children of men walked the words of everything, words that understood the meaning of every word of nature, "the tower of Babel" you have called the explanation of not understanding, I would call it "the tower of contrary ego ", you lost this gift because you felt superior to everything just because your development was different from that of trees for example, but you didn't understand that it was just different and in feeling yourself superior beings you didn't understand that everything stopped to speak to you because it would have been more dangerous for the Mother than it already is.

I am trying to express the desire to be back in your hearts in a simple, sacred way, so that that glass you have built is transformed into white and soft clouds, which can be a living room where you can meet and talk about Life as it happened in those days. who have passed behind the times themselves.

The stars are not simple masses of rock but there is more when you are amazed by their feeling of their beauty, their feeling the moment that arises in front of you as if it were part of yourself is the meaning of the splendor of the voluntary birth. Your astonishment belongs to the past in a sacred way so that fate would be revealed to the world you know.

Now you know that there is a way of seeing and feeling in a way that you have forgotten.

2018

We have asked for the awakening of the senses, the awakening of conscious feeling, this new year is bringing nourishment to all those who are looking for, and as researchers they are attentive to events, but as in any story we must be careful that the Wheel turns from the right part, for this to happen we cannot Push alone but we must enter into harmony with the Whole because the Chariot of existence is Big, so big that it has been divided into each of the children of mother Earth. In each of these beings, whether they are vegetable, mineral, human, animal or pure spirit, there is a piece of the Wheel that makes the Big Dipper move forward. The universe knows this and observes with what passion beings merge to become a driving force. The thought of always wanting to Advance alone means lying to ourselves, we can do it and we will do it to grow to strengthen ourselves to meet ourselves, but then all this must serve the progress of the Chariot, the global Awakening. The eyes of human beings are the sacred will of the creator to give the possibility to human beings themselves to See what Really happens and not what happens in a story designed by those who try to take us on paths of their convenience.

We asked to wake up many years ago, this is the time to trust and rely on those who have been given a task of "Medicine", but even in this we need, like every researcher, to know who is right for us. The heart speaks the language of the soul and its beat is the rhythm of the drums of the people, listening sincerely to its revealing rhythm means listening to the path walked by our steps. Relying means believing, suffering, despairing, listening to uncomfortable words for what we want, being humble in the face of events, listening, acting and still suffering, and one day in the days everything will change unexpectedly, and without understanding what is happening. Sacra Ruota will dress your Soul with sacred colors, the air will be light and we will recognize All Relatives whatever semblance they have, our senses will be given to the humble will of perceiving, this day will be the beginning of awakening. The problems will not pass in a second but they will be seen from many directions and some of these will become a teaching, the pain will dress up as a Master and sit at the bench with Serenity as an equal, now we will decide if these two sacred teachers can become all 'one in the teaching of the forked tree, a tree with a single path but always with the possibility of choosing at every crossroads, of always choosing, never forgetting that our decisions will be the will of our journey.

Beings are conceived in a dark place, they grow up, they learn in this place and then be Awakened by light and suffering, this is a zero moment, the first awakening where everything is still possible, all to be built, this moment must be a memory for the seekers of awakening, not to forget that only from darkness and suffering can we walk towards awareness towards the light towards ourselves. The darkness and suffering lead us to a state of desperate fatigue that devastates our body and our mind but at the same time given the lack of ego defenses it gives us the opportunity to listen to that distant voice kept silent by the noise of the ego itself. Now, tired from the weight of the vicissitudes of life, we will be able to abandon ourselves to listening to the awakening whatever voice they have, without rebelling, without being attacked by reason, we will just listen ... we will learn only if we know how to listen with humility or it will not help.

I've been waiting for a long time

I remembered

I learned the memory that clear and sudden space has made itself up in that closed room that had been silent for some time now.

I have seen what my time has experienced with intense excitement in that very past time.

In the presence of the night I traveled in those distant times, a "real" journey in the silence of the stars.

The sea ... I remember it was calm and cold, all around the mountains overlooked the small village, their color green embraced by the white snows, imposing as guardians attentive to their little people.

I felt a warmth that came from a house and a touch from which I felt Touched, it was kind and passionate, I wondered if my sailing was taking me to that pier made of wood and iron, a pier that seemed to have been known for a long time.

My dark wooden boat skimmed the water and headed according to his feelings, there were no oars to tell him where to go, he was free to listen to my heart and travel with him.

I docked in the feeling linked to that pier, the fresh air twisted with the smoke of my breath coming out to play with the breeze, everything was in harmony with my memory.

I almost suddenly turned towards a hillock where there was a house a little different from the others, it seemed painted better, more cared for perhaps by more wealthy people than the rest of the village, I was short of breath that in a moment had taken possession of my chest , I wondered about that sudden feeling and I could not explain the reason for this change.

The village suddenly came alive with life, from silence ... to daily life, the confusion in the notes of the trades, people intent on traveling the destiny within their day in everyday life. It was wonderful and familiar to see the furs on people, the cold was intense and everyone dressed their skins and their fabrics in a free way, with each their own colors and their own way of interpreting a "fashion" that came from the most sacred part of Feeling the spirituality of that cold place.

Now everything was alive and true and I continued to perceive in the acceleration of my heartbeat something that carried me towards that house.

In the vision I closed my eyes and I felt, and I saw some hands, small hands that delicately caressed my cold face, I opened my eyes with a sigh and suddenly I understood the history of that place, mine and its history.

Those were times when the heart made body played with his, I remember and still feel the delicate hands on my real dress called body.

The warmth of a mouth that made its way into the cold was the warmth of a fire that burned in gestures and breaths.

I still see the look of the sincerity of a love that has passed the centuries making its place between times which have never managed to degrade it.

The shapes that nature had given us clasped tightly in her warm, naked arms.

I had just escaped from that pier with death in my heart because everything I wanted to do except escape from… HER.

Still standing in my position in the village I turned towards the mountains and promised them that my escape would return and be transformed into truth, They blessed me with the Sound of the Snow and I absorbed this magnificent Gift.

In the morning I woke up with a fast heart and a higher mind still in that distant place, still in the arms of those warm and intense embraces of His immersed in the sacred cold of the NORTH.

I met those eyes that looked at me with sweetness and transport.

I have listened to the Times that in the sacred of their passing have never concluded the becoming of my promise.

I met the voice of the sinuous melting of soft and shiny movements like that white skin that was given to me and to the sacred North.

Now I am snow that changes its appearance, becoming Flowing Water, now I am the keeper of the return of a never extinguished sun, a sun that I will take care of until the Times are satisfied by my promise to seek and research what I will touch with the sweetness in which the dancing seasons, with our becoming, will blossom with the healing of the FROST THAT WARM the heart, the bodies and the White distant times.

Look ... little White Light ... These are my hands, these are the hands of those who cannot be seen, take them and dance with ME.

Long since

The memory of what we are echoes within us, everything around us reminds us that we are part of the whole, the kinship that binds us to the Great Mother is Archaic and yet we always manage to tell ourselves that we are alone. Every morning awakening reminds us that creation is waiting for us to present itself to her with the experience of our journey, pain is a powerful teacher but we do not listen to it, on the contrary, we fight it strongly in the name of despair. Our path is unique and sacred, our pain is unique and Sacred, and it is precisely from this "damned father" that we draw the need to search for ourselves, but we still resist the call of introspection because our ego tells us a story different, the story of being unfortunate, submissive, of being attacked by the injustices of life, in this we get depressed and despair giving Hard blows to our soul and to our Source bond with all things. We consider the need to be appreciated by people as if this were fundamental, when we are betrayed our body participates with us in the conception of defeat without evaluating the fact that nothing happens by chance. Each of us has a unique spark and unrepeatable source of illumination for each Deep Recovery, our hands open upwards ask that we be given the support of all the Relatives of the Green, Animal, mining, Human and Spirit world but often we forget to ask for support from the most important soul we have ... Ourselves.

It was written

It was written in history that she felt alone.

It was written in the times that his heart was given to the darkness of solitude, but in this he asked himself: is it my destiny? Is it my heritage or am I directing my feelings to a place that is comfortable for me as a refuge from the outside world? !!.

Loneliness used to come and visit her every day around dinner time when her world ended with the setting of the sun, she was welcome and sat with her helping her to hold her head while she cried. She invited her with her will to enter by opening the doors to the darkness of her heart, she told her that without her she would be happy but that this was not allowed so she was welcome. Loneliness gave thanks every day and always brought different gifts, when weeping, when madness, when despair; she was very grateful for the company that you gave her, they had become old friends and on that worn out sofa with tears they used to hug each other strongly. One day the despair at the entrance to the door of her soul stopped, the Sun was, as every day before his visit, falling inexorably. She realized that that setting Sun was still too awake to be about to go to sleep, so she wondered what had changed from the times before, she looked at her heart clock and realized that she had been called earlier than usual, Her will was giving way to despair and she needed the presence of Solitude to close herself in a dark cry. Loneliness was sorry for her and on entering she left the door slightly open so that the father of all the stars, The Sun, could enter shyly and bring Light and warmth. She hugged her knees affectionately while she was sitting, rocking with her old friend, but that day she felt something different, something new and unexpected: a ray of Light entered her heart, warmed her will, this new event had a contrary reaction in her, she wondered and SAID that it was not possible that that Gift could enter her heart, because she had to suffer for all the things that happened to her, she SAID to herself that happiness was a teacher who he had abandoned it years before, it was said. She felt betrayed by her Friend Loneliness and ran crying out of the house but as soon as outside she stopped as did Loneliness, she saw the Loneliness that held her hand and pointed to the father of all the stars that still shone warm for her, inside this light there was the people who awaited her with joy, the people sang and danced in a circle, gave the sky and to her the sacred rhythm of the drums that filled the valley with the full power of the sun. She did not understand and looked at this gift and sister Solitude with amazement and suspicion, then he turned to Solitude with an annoyed voice and an accusatory look and said to her: "you betrayed me, we were friends I was fine with you, you came to me and squeezed my heart strongly and I I offered to you as a daughter and now you want to chase me away ". Solitude said to her with a candid and serene face looking at the Gift: "see My daughter, I was forced by your will to be violent, I, my daughter, came to you to heal your heart and teach you that in solitude you can find a sincere teacher, because it is only with Me that you can find yourself to be A Gift for the Sacred Circle, but You Little Sister have chased away the most important person you have ... Herself, and I cannot heal your wounds but make so that you may in sincerity recognize my Name "Solitude" as a Research Gift, and become the Searcher of Yourself to find the Powerful light of the Sun and Dance for it with the people. You, my daughter, must see a Friend not an excuse, I am Solitude Daughter and I dance with the universe in the sacred Wheel, I am a Gift if you will recognize me or A misfortune if you will run away from yourself. The Great Mystery Loves you, He too is Alone and Unique just like You, HE gave us the dance of the St. ole to be in balance with the Light and the Dark, with the universe with Ourselves and with the Spirits, in balance with the Whole.

She wept in the sunshine and opened her arms to the dancing People, she released her Sister's hand, took four steps and let herself be captured by the rhythms of the drums and rattles, she met the Great Sacred Tree in her heart and tied two threads to Him. of suffering and gave himself to it. Lai danced, cried, and in an instant she tore the bond she had created herself with Despair, in that moment almost fainted, when she opened her eyes she saw Mother Solitude gently keeping her hands warm and while she did this she turned into white Bison speaking to the heart.

She was now the Sacred circle, the universe walked with Her, in this she turned to look at her Old house which, like an elderly grandmother, had taken care of her in the time of change, bowed to Grandmother and thanked her told her that from that moment on his home would have been the New Way and he would never forget it because he had known sincerity within her. Old Grandmother turned into a spotted eagle that flew imperiously to her Father ... the Sun.

Now She walks with Loneliness as an equal, and knows that Loneliness will be at her side as a teacher and will no longer use it as an excuse or a shield. Now she dances to the rhythm of the people, and she is strong because she has reopened the doors to the most important person she has ... herself who is Creation and balance with the will to face her worst enemy, in the pursuit of happiness ... If Same.

The Clouds Inside

The clouds give us the feeling that the Sun has decided to punish us and make us dark, in reality they only give us respite from our thoughts that with Its heat, the heat of the Sun remain impressive inside that deep we call soul. This does not mean that physical time has an expiration time from our perceptions, but that our perceptions should always be sincere and bright even if the clouds hide the power of light. "I am the light and I shine inside your hearts, I am the light that insists in vOur spark, I am everywhere you will know how to recognize Me, there are no clouds but soft blessings to irrigate our fields and our souls, they are directly linked with the fields themselves, this is the story of life.

Bloom by yourself in the Mother Earth every day ... in time .. Take care of your plant because you will be called to recognize the Sun that wets and the Clouds that dry ".

In every drop that rises from life, a drop falls from heaven in honor of the choice of suffering we make, suffering accompanies our millenary youth like a severe teacher.

In the clouds echoes the breeze that becomes a hurricane for this we feel the threatening clouds, for the simple fact that they remind us of the perennial struggle we fight with ourselves.

HARMONY with them, we join the breath with the breeze that plays in the clouds, we see this movement as a tribal dance where our bodies accept and recognize the clouds as a blessing of protection, because they are a Creature that Dances in the Circle of their own creation. like us.

Now you know that your tears are a sincere cure if you know how to recognize them as such, the suffering that accompanies your choices and your situations is a severe but sincere teacher, the clouds that hide the light in the way they do it to perceive and understand that the moments of darkness come inexorably but in this we always have the way to see through the dark as the Sun Grandfather of all the stars teaches us with his eternal light, a light that goes beyond the breath of creation and never leaves us alone.

Meditate and give thanks while it rains, turn into rain itself, let yourself fall like a drop that wets Mother Earth, rise as a beautiful seed in the first rays of the Sun, let your arms open to the sky like hair and nourish yourself with the teachings that come to you data, because only through them can you Grow with sincerity ... and Free yourself.

She

It was a while since I felt such a new sensation, perhaps I have never felt it. It was a while since I had such a distinct feel of my body. She looked at what remained of his pieces that insisted gray on the ground. Her heart had left the heaviness in seeing what she was, those pieces of soul she was looking at were engraved with her insecurities, with her roles as a victim of a Woman never understood. The conception of his pain was the revelation of the alchemical state of his body, that sentimentor it was difficult, violent, but it gave her a feeling of strength; yes, it is true, the strength of despair, but always strength. She had understood in that force its role in the universe, she was tired of being at the service of earthly vicissitudes and had the desire to rebel against what she called injustices. In that moment in which he saw the bottom of his "vase" where his pieces lay, he realized that those pieces were still his and he could not throw them away, but not even glue them back together because it would have been just a bit like starting over from tears. She didn't know why, but her desperation had spoken to her, yes, spoken in the language of the body that speaks to the soul. A strong rush of something new had invaded her heart and radiated towards all the nerve endings. That feeling gave her an extraordinary emotion and amazement, at first she thought that it could not have happened to her because she was just a victim of society, and what did that new feeling have to do with her? Everything around had changed, or rather, everything around appeared more colorful and shinier, the plants were beautiful in their emerald green, the flowers danced among the colors of creation, the air was fresh with a still breeze that departed from his heart, the vibrations of her seemed in harmony with everything. She took her pieces in her hand looking at them, in looking at them she did not understand what had happened to her role as a "little" woman struck by the injustices of men and people who did not understand her, she did not explain how it was possible that at that moment she could keep the his pieces in hand, seeing their form and substance. A small stalk of sunlight struck her memory in the environment around her, her earthly eyes for the first time saw her tears become nourishment for the earth as they fell. She noticed with sparkling emotion that the pieces she had in her hand no longer looked at them but saw them, everything around her spoke to her and rejoiced with her in the desire for rebirth and in the reality that this process was having followed inside and outside of her. a deep sigh and realized that the desperation of her days spent playing the role of the victim were only days in which she was learning to suffer with herself, to suffer from a teaching dictated by creation, and that only in that way could she reach the " fund "to see the importance of his being Universal. With a sweet gesture he blew on the pieces he had in his hand and entrusted them to the wind with the prayer to bring this teaching to anyone who needed this lesson. Her life was now in her hands and she was holding it confidently, she realized that in her long days when she thought she was alone and disconsolate she was truly blind to see the universal laws, the sacred Wheel turning sacredly even for She did not see that her splendid body, whatever form it had, was a miracle of creation and danced with everything, because Everything is its relatives, whatever form they may have, whether they are vegetable, animal, mineral, human, liquid, whether it is air. or that it comes from the "unseen" world. From his position curled up on his knees he gave a sweet but Powerful smile, smiled at the Vote, placed his free hands on his knees and HELPED to stand up. For a moment her back ached, but it passed almost immediately when all her "relatives" welcomed her into the great world called the Universe, where she herself was a perfectly gifted being able to do anything with the instrument that was her. given, his will, and from that moment it would always be respected. She understood that living among the people, or rather the perception of the events that happened with the people and the environment were only a consequence of her will of the perception itself in the egoistic elaboration of one or more events, so she was the worst enemy of itself and the consequence of its choices. That thread of light turned into a splendid vision where she was now part of the whole and her roots were revealed to her. Here is your life told her her Soul, Here is my life told her the soul, here we are now in harmony I and You to be ... a complete being.

She had now become Woman in the depths of this word beyond the concept of human male or female sex, Woman understood as being endowed with creating or destroying herself or himself. She knew at that moment the importance of respecting all things, hence the importance of respecting herself.

From that day on he was no longer afraid and when adversity presented themselves as severe masters he knew how to see the teachings right in the instant they happened, and that nothing happens by chance because everything is connected. She told her story back in the days that treasured it for generations. Now she watches over us in the nights that arrive and that will arrive shining with the Light, with that ray of light that illuminates her silver body giving us her teaching with love, telling us that the creator has given us the way so that we can always see a "little one" breath of light "into the darkness at any time this may happen.

Every night as darkness falls for our stillness we can raise our eyes, and in seeing Her we can see the teaching of the Silver Grandmother.

Easter

There are so many things that you cannot understand, and it is not your fault, it is your conceiving of sacred things in your own way, this and then reviewing them according to your will which is nothing more than, the will to want to divert them away from theirs. original function.

You have had the opportunity on many occasions and in many centuries past and to come, there will still be but always in yours you do not understand the intrinsic value of talking to yourself in the conception of ideologies, symbologies, of the way in which you should carry out the ritualizations for teach and conceive the sacred. Our teachings, our sacrifices have been made in the form "homo" to be closer to your way of looking, but you have rarely seen anyway. We have been patient and have given you the way to See the Low and the High, one side and the other, the Below and the Above, the Inside and the outside, often without success. Religions have been given to you to unite diversities not to separate uniquenesses, you have made these a means of power, to contend with you for the supremacy of reason and thus you have dishonored your task of becoming one part of the Sacred whole. You are one of the few races who have been given true free will, the few who have been given the opportunity to understand and consequently want. Power and money are your greatest creed, your most common goal without considering that the "Will" more and more for itself is the abandonment of the path to the sacred.

You wonder what is after death, you often ask yourself, but why do you ask yourself this question? Why are you worried about what will happen after you return the dress to the sacred mother? In truth you are not interested, for you it is just information to know how to behave in your life, and "according to what you offer me later I will prepare myself now". After physical death there is your mystery what makes you vulnerable to riches, to EGOism, to the thirst to always be better than all and all creatures you believe capable of being subjected, not to mention for example that the Great Mountains tower over you in the name of creation.

This is a sacred day for ALL, not only for the Christian religious world, this is a day of rebirth for all, there are no men or women with a creed that does not contemplate "rebirth". The symbol of the way of the East is Jesus, he chose by his will to carry over the centuries the teaching of sacrifice for anyone who wanted to be Touched by his being Free to Free all creation. Today you celebrate Easter, but Easter is a story, do you know what the essence of Easter tells about ?, do you know what is in the eyes of the brother who lives Easter with you? What's in the eyes of the mother who still lives in the hope of having her child back in the womb of her heart? Do you wish you a happy Easter and then after ?. What is there beyond the time that takes you from one Easter to the next? How does your path move in your intentions in honoring the wishes you make ?. Greetings too often sterile and lying, Easter dear brothers is every morning, when you are reborn in a new "little life", when every morning you wake up from an "apparent death" that leads you to conceive the past as a teaching to be reborn in the present which will always become in every instant past. Easter is in every new opportunity to wake up in your body, to renew every morning the conception of the path of the East, where the grandfather of all the stars rises every morning to bring you life, warmth and teach you that darkness is not enemy, but the other side of the mirror and that there will never be absolute darkness if you know how to celebrate Easter every day, the Rebirth

Thoughts that Run

I listen to a thought that is not a thought, it is deeper.

I listen to the thoughts that pass, some stop others travel far, those who stop become conscience, those who travel far travel to learn, and when it's time they come back and stop becoming wise will.

Thoughts can be a contract or an illusion dictated by desire, in any case they accompany teaching the Will to act recklessly, even if they themselves are reckless they still pass by the great Master ... The heart. The archaic heart is the one who holds the ancient memories of wisdom, here the thoughts become ancient consciousness and will.

We are not masters of thoughts nor ... we are slaves of them, nor are we "the other foot", they walk with us in a Sacred way and transform themselves into balance. You cannot control them, but listen with respect and only in this way can we give them Voice and Touch.

the Sage walks with his thoughts as an equal, welcoming them and asking permission to be welcomed.

We are our thoughts and from this we grasp the teaching of being one with the whole, only with this Harmony can you Be Human on the Earth of the Creator.

Thoughts are changeable, they are magical, they are the will of the times, they are the Gift of the North wind.

Abandoning oneself to them without the will of an attentive student would mean being subjugated by ignorance, this would lead to the destruction of the will to be educated in managing the power of our thoughts, we would shield ourselves from them and instead of protecting ourselves we would be subjugated. .. and destroyed.

Thoughts are the breath of sincerity and of the search for the perception of the path of the Sacred Wheel, they are the connection with the whole, which is why their understanding on our part must always be attentive, calm and Sincere, to be and thus become ourselves. good for everyone.

For you if you know how to listen

I listen to the thought of the stars, a thought that brings me back to a distant image in time, distant to a time when everything was made of compassion and accreditation between human beings and everything.

Every time a person breathed, the person in him breathed, nothing spoke of war or violence, everything was in harmony with the still flow of life.

The flowers sang the song of rebirth in spring, the grass sang the song of defeat in August, the trees sang the song of rest in autumn and the voice of the cold wind sang the song of the white sage in winter, every time a brother sang everything was his choir because his voice was made of everything.

It was the time of life walking in harmony with the stars.

Their voice reminded me of a light song like that which humans have attributed to sea sirens, each word was a thin but clear note in the universal world. They danced with sister light that was given to them every day by the father of all the stars… the sun.

I wonder where the books that tell of these times have gone, and yes that they were written by a distant people but I am sure they have arrived on earth.

In any case, the sound of flowing water recalls the miracle of life outside the human body, each temperature is perceived as a change of direction not as a problem from which to save the earth.

The earth. You have no idea what the earth is, you have played with her heart since childhood when it was your heart that looked like her in the purest way. The stars are witnesses of the glass that you have raised to your sensitivity, that sensitivity that allowed you to see in a sacred way the ethereal body of the Earth, the ethereal body of your mother, no no not of the ideological mother who you believe is a mere embodiment of mothers. earthly, of his Body of Mother Earth a body perceptible in the green world, in the mineral world and in the fruits of life, ah yes! you don't see anymore!

I cry and suffer at the sight of the fruit that has fallen to the ground and not picked up. You turn around in the sunlight because it dazzles you and you don't see that you are accusing yourself of not being blessed to the point of not deserving such sacred warmth.

Those were distant times when the children of men walked the words of everything, words that understood the meaning of every word of nature, "the tower of Babel" you have called the explanation of not understanding, I would call it "the tower of contrary ego ", you lost this gift because you felt superior to everything just because your development was different from that of trees for example, but you didn't understand that it was just different and in feeling yourself superior beings you didn't understand that everything stopped to speak to you because it would have been more dangerous for the Mother than it already is.

I am trying to express the desire to be back in your hearts in a simple, sacred way, so that that glass you have built is transformed into white and soft clouds, that it can be a living room where you can meet and talk about Life as it happened to those times that have passed behind the times themselves.

The stars are not simple masses of rock but there is more when you are amazed by their feeling of their beauty, their feeling the moment that arises in front of you as if it were part of yourself is the meaning of the splendor of the voluntary birth. Your astonishment belongs to the past in a sacred way so that fate would be revealed to the world you know.

Now you know that there is a way of seeing and feeling in a way that you have forgotten.

You call them "mistakes"

We often sink our beliefs into a pit too deep to pick up if things suddenly change. We often continue to make the usual mistakes because we still feed those beliefs that are still at the bottom of that pit too deep to bring them back.

We often blame ourselves for this by telling ourselves that we deserve it because we never want to learn, but now I wonder what it means to learn, perhaps it is about living and understanding, making mistakes and making up for it, acting and repenting, acting and being convinced that we are always right , having the ability to transform our mistakes into imperative reason. Making mistakes, making mistakes already, let me think… there are ways to make mistakes, we develop systems to make mistakes, making mistakes is a task and we pursue it with passion, already making mistakes, making mistakes…. There are! Making mistakes will mean being happy to hide behind what we call mistakes, on the other hand everyone is wrong, or not. We must be like this so we are allowed to make mistakes who cares about happiness so much if it is not good it is a mistake "God forbid it is human" you do not say so.

It's a puzzle, I put my hand to my chin and think, but is it really fair and tolerable to make mistakes? Of course there are many types of more or less serious mistakes, maybe I just have to figure out which ones I can feed more. Stop a minute, how can I feed more? Am I telling myself that mistakes are my will? No of cer….

“It is so my son the mistakes, even the mistakes are a will often dictated by angry frogs brought to light by a voice that has absolutely no idea what it is going to say, of a body that absolutely does not know what it is going to do. Mistakes are written in the Ego Center and are an often pursued will ”.

I continue to hold my hand to my chin but my doubts are amplified, in fact making mistakes is human but pursuing the usual mistake several times is a will, it has nothing to do with saying "it's my character you want to do", I'm in the trouble and now what excuse can I have when I continue to pursue the usual mistakes, it's not good I have to invent something or I'll have to understand, stop, evolve, get to know me.

Now I bring my hands to my forehead and let them pass up behind my head and bring them back to my chin, but in a moment I get a turbo in my stomach that bothers me and makes me stop.

You know! I tell myself, maybe your Father is right try to "feel" to "See", how many times have you been wrong to punish someone? Or even more to punish yourself ?!

Your Father speaks to you of perceiving mistakes as a Sacred Gift, a teaching, perhaps for this reason we are allowed to make mistakes, not to offend, to hurt, to hurt. Little brother how many times have you had important sensations after a mistake? Here you see the first mistake is not to know you not to love you because you "talk to you" continuously but too often you ignore what you recommend.

So you tell me that making a mistake is not listening to yourself in the moment before I make my mistake? !!!!!

Of course this too is reacting by raising only the voice of the Ego Center and not listening to its opposite "who we have always been, our soul" which in truth we are the usual thing but in our sacred duality.

Stop a moment I am lost, Ego Center, Soul, duality what are you trying to tell me, it all seems strange to me:

“See my son you do not know yourself and you do not know the path of the decisions you have to take to walk the mistakes with sincerity and learning. Human being is walking the earthly way like a forked tree checkmate, I'll explain; humans are their Ego Center, who they are in the life they are living, they walk with this the way of the South, innocence, this involves making mistakes to learn, then the human being is also a sacred being who is inside many they call this soul is in effect the same being but that has walked the lives before this one, it has in itself the wisdom of the times for this to be wrong is human, it is to the point that before making mistakes you have to listen to who you have inside, the your archaic wisdom. This is your duality which is actually part of the usual trunk, so you are the same. "

So if I understand correctly we are the choices we make, we are able to be beings that evolve thanks to ourselves since we are Masters and students at the same time !.

"This is right"

I have holy gods! So when I make a mistake I decide the way and the methods without thinking at all about the consequences, so it is my will when I pursue a mistake that is guilty, I am guilty of my decisions, of my wanting to prevail, of my not caring about the will to make mistakes. .

I feel sad and confused now my stomach is twisting.

How much time I wasted continuing to be my mistakes with presumptions.

WEATHER

I asked a thousand things for me, I took a thousand things for me, I stole the necessary time from the times, I walked the selfishness that took me far from the times, I lived the wickedness that hurt the times, I killed part of the time with lies and arrogance, I called time "my time".

Now I ask time to forgive me for having offended the times that have accompanied me anyway, those times when I grew up in the arms of times that changed, changed to transform me into who I am now.

Now there is no more time to sacrifice the time left in the raids that time allows me, now is the time to act and bring the gift of the Circle.

I spoke with time and with the sincerity of being made of the same time that was granted to me. Yes! It is true that I do not know how much time I have left, but I know that it will accompany me whatever happens.

Time, a strict and sweet father, a father who allows our free will to explode in our decisions, but reminds us that they will have consequences and that perhaps there will be no time for second thoughts or regrets.

We must live life sparingly and dedicate our journey to time without being counted by machines.

Time is a color, a smell, a memory, time is the voice of the mother and the stern and warm tone of a father, time is who I am.

Over time my secrets are hidden, my life, what I want to be remembered and what I want to be concealed at the same time, but I will have to be careful with respect or time will remind me of what I have failed in trying to forget and erase at the same time the time when I have corrupted my soul, and this will only be pain.

There is no more time because there is still time.

I will listen to the passage of time with trust, dedication, respect and Love because time does not exist except in the eternity of the conception of being myself the Time that accompanies me, because time is a great teacher, because we are our great teacher and time strengthens the steps that will walk our times. I am the story of my time that is granted to me by the archaic time master of all our rebirths. Now I understand the past to walk the present in the construction of the future time, a construction that will be given to all those who will allow themselves time to grow with trust, dedication, sacrifice and time to be reborn in the Gift of the East. I don't have to be cruel with my time because it is who I am, I don't have to live it as if it were my enemy just because I perceive my life as wrong, offended, unjust and painful. I have the possibility to tell at the time that I want to be a better Being myself, a new day in the clouds that the dark time creates in my world, I want that when it rains inside me it is only time for growth and not for desperate depression .

Time, dark and luminous word that makes me run if I'm late and stop if I allow myself time, friend, enemy of my perceiving what I am in this very time.