« Coming from under the earth or from some larger place, this extremely deep, almost transparent, universal, silent understanding. And that’s it, that is all.. »
This is a work in progress for an illustrated narrative. There is a field…
An uncoiling seed of the suprasensient, wanting to bloom.
The serpent is real, the serpent is real
Bottom up : I. The wounds, II. The rise, III. The merge, IV. Blossoms
We were already there.
But as long as we return, it’s okay to wander
Silent blooms
Ultra-Violet: the bee sight
Expand
Radiance and flares
The rainbow and the bows
To whom has ever lost the seeds of eros, to whom is catching up with the golden flower
To the Golden Gate
IV. BLOSSOMS
The higher heart forgives, thymus
Do you allow yourself to be tender
Mother of the mothers
Self-blame
Scriptures from Uruguay
Awakened to the wounds
Sliding the vertebrae
Wearing the purple robe, for the marriage, of the twos and the third, the universal white star
Painting by Hilma af Klint
The primary wound
Pleasure and pain
Falling to the darkness, falling to the light
Rising from the darkness, falling from the light
On the way back
Winks from the allies
III. THE MERGE
Rising on the axis
The return of John
The realm of ideas dreams itself through the world
It is talking to you, all the time
Thinking of Emma Kunz
Divine humor
Anchor the folly
Seeing blue, feeling blue, thinking blue and seeing blue again
Northern wheels, Southern wheels, WIP
In-form, Swedish sky
Alterlife, WIP
Flowers from the future
WINKS FROM THE FUTURE
Burn the shame
The shaman pushes me and my kisses away. « Not yet. You are not purified yet. »
A tiger bites me to pieces.
DISMEMBERMENT
« The 2 that are 1 and the 1 that is 2 »
Spring, temporarily
First attempt
The blue pearl – WIP
« Cranial plates migration »
A taste of Samadhi
It rises here
Illumination
Saw stars too
Picture by Christopher Grey
Sacrum departure 0
Void I
Void II
Leaving the earth
« Kundalini »
She’d look like this, she probably looks like this
« spinal sweep »
II. THE RISE
Oversoul interference, a transmission
Psychic seeds holding hands
Volcano, WIP
There is a light
That doesn’t know the sun
And never crosses the air
Sovereign and still
Under the hurt and the mud
It sits silent
In timeless patience
I made a promise
That I’ll obey the Will
Sacred blood, WIP
Hydrangeas, a snake, an eye, and a circle, M.M.
Les anges de l’Apocalypse
Souvenir d’une autre vie
Salomon, pyramids, corpus christi
WINKS FROM THE PAST
Hurting the plexus
Whispers, embroidery and applique
Care for the sepulchre
Wander more
Water heavens
SURRENDER
Pride and the karmic gate Am I a fraud? Am I guilty?
Fear, Guilt, Shame, Grief
Life times of trials and losses
Merge the scents of battles
Illuminated by the sweat
Of a shared endurance
As we find solace
In rays of silence
THE CALL
Who’s calling?
111/1111/555/222/444/999/333/55555
THE FALL
Mysterium tremendum
Abyss
Seed
Soul loss
« Abuse, harm, narcissusses »
The life we pay
For all the things we do
The addictions, the distractions, the occupations
Only to avoid feeling the pain, we don’t want to feel the pain
« I don’t want to feel the pain, why should I feel the pain? »
Returning home
The light hits the vase for the will to possess
The treacherous cure of the powerless
Hiding the marks of an unconscious cloth
Built in each and every home
That was filled with sorrow
Years of blooms
I. THE WOUNDS
As the soul will know Itself