Jumping from mind to mind, stuck in obsessions, the little things of others, the little worries of others. She channels the possibilities. « Let go, let go even more, until there is nothing left. » Caught in aerial thoughts, she flies away, she hides in the clouds. I want to be safe, I want to belong. Birthing on earth as she goes, it’s a long landing on the fastest route. 21 years of age.

A cardboard box full of colorful feathers

Small objects from her travels

Ottoman oracles

Lie on the table.

Once in a while she reaches out from the ethers where she serves for the souls.
 »I help them go away, I light them a candle for a smoother transition. »

Our land is fleeting
From idoles to icons
As we progress through the greens
Layering its wilderness
What is this church
Which tells a story
In praise of the Seven Sees

Our holy Grail

A blue pearl rises
Wearing the purple robe
To celebrate the marriage
For the twos
And the third

The universal
White star

A snake is spiraling up

I came here with company
Two haunting ghosts
In place of shadows
Until they cut the knots
Until they cut the ties
Unchained from Egypt
Cléopatra
Giving birth
To the moon and the sun
And a lost son
Who never came back
Repeated tragedies
Cross many lifelines
Filling our fantasies
With unpalpable truths
As ways to cope
For the oldest souls
Coming over once again
To replay their wounds
And the love is still here
Familiar and sweet
For a recognition so rare
In a world full of strangers
Like knowing each others habits
Like reading each others depths
But there is a hole somewhere
A gap
Agitated
An ancient pain
That needs to be felt again

In between the 7 churches
In Iran or Istanbul
She seeks for the traces
The legacy of Saint John
Hinting the minds of the awakened
Through a blink of an Eye

On a heart shaped rock
Sits the young woman
With He
Who used to be her husband
Across from a thin line
Created by erosion
A script is at play
In form
In fiery bodies
As time collapses
To smokey memories

Spring in Brittany

Feeling very vulnerable, opening the lid. Even more junk coming out. #emotionalrelease

Monte Alban, Oaxaca, Mexico 

Hills of Mexico
Pale and dry
I have come for sunny pills
On the land of cochineal
Strings
Huipils
My pulsing blood
Hang on walls of cacti
Calling for fourteen years
When the plumerias were shown
In between lights
At the garden of Eve
By the greatest bloom
A snake
An eye
The fire
Adorned by dog bites
With so many rays
Died in hues of blues
Pull the universe
Out of round bellies

It is soon

Somewhere

And I wonder why
I went this far to come back
With all and nothing
But knowledge hidden to all
As the finest gems are
Bland and useless
To the joyful people
They have it all
But let’s be redeemed
And tell our fellow men
There is one more paradox
That has yet to persist
On our path of return
For whom has ever lost
The seeds of eros
For whom is catching up
With the golden flower

Oaxaca, Mexico, April 2017

Bona fide temazcal experience with our dear zapotec weaving teacher maestra Norma and her family, during Arquetopia art residency in Oaxaca. Despite our mutual language barrier, they let us share their private lodge for a powerful cleansing ritual with warm kindness.

Temazcal is a meso-american structure (« sweat lodge ») for healing, health improvement and purification. Our teacher’s sister entered the lodge -entirely, from head to toe- and lied beside us as we got in -one after the other- to cover us with herbs wet with hot water. But all of us 3 visitors had to keep our breath at the entrance of the lodge as it is extremely hot inside, enough for our bathing suit to quickly get super wet from our own sweat. After 3 cycles of heat and cooling down, we were wrapped in total meditative well being, peace and renewal. It’s somehow easy to sense that Temazcal was and is also used as a portal to alternate states of consciousness.

Returning
From Hell and from the Heavens

The golden flower

He built a 33 feet tall machine and destroyed everything. The city went under waters. One life after another, they suffered heartbreak. They killed themselves, and others too. So she cut her wings to join him in hell.
They rose from the flames with passion. And a yearning so strong.
For being given another chance to find life incarnated. A glow they had lost eons ago, as they were yet to be formed, as they were one and together.

Gopi Krishna’s « The Awakening of Kundalini » along with Jana Dixon’s « Biology of Kundalini » stress on the fact that evolution cannot exist without physiological evolution. Spiritual evolution is no more a mere belief system or concept when the physical changes felt in our own bodies are this tangible and visible. It can not be of a separate pursuit. A rewiring of our nervous system, body light, fluids, cells and chemicals must happen for the soul/energy to awaken and find a new state of being.

But as Jenna Forrest says, transformation has to bring us back to life, not the light. Happy people don’t need to know, they don’t chase the light.

We must come back from the light. We must come back from outer space. We must return to Life.

Yet I won’t reject the feeling of Mystery and transcendance stemming from such a quest. That is part of our human condition. This unmatchable feeling that inspires, creates and finds expression in the world. Not for the sake of a so-called Truth. For nothing really but as a manifestation of what inhabits our psyche and history. The light and the dark. It’s all in flux, it is a continuum and a viewpoint. And there is life.

Gopi Krishna wrote this book in the 70s, stating that humanity was finally ready to delve into this new field of research. Why don’t we pay attention to this driving evolutionary and healing force behind all living things? 50 years later, this is still relevant, maybe more than ever. It is cast out and labelled as esoteric and « spiritual » but let’s see what it truly is, what it really does.

Inside, outside, past, present and future

Occult memories

Crystal beads on leather with golden leaf

The yet unformed, unborn waters (monotype print 2004)