The green ray

 

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« 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.. »
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This is a work in progress for an illustrated narrative. There is a field…
An uncoiling seed of the suprasensient, wanting to bloom.
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The serpent is real, the serpent is real
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Bottom up : I. The wounds, II. The rise, III. The merge, IV. Blossoms
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We were already there.
But as long as we return, it’s okay to wander

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Silent blooms
Ultra-Violet: the bee sight

Expand
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Radiance and flares
The rainbow and the bows

« Love more, more love »

Caminoluzina,
Rise
The work is over
He gave me the ultimate soul shock
And a whisper from the heavens

“……… light”

To the Golden Gate
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IV. BLOSSOMS





A firebird, the destroyer
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Saw stars too
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The higher heart forgives, thymus
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Do you allow yourself to be tender
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Either way
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Mother of the mothers

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Self-blame, anger inward

Scriptures from Uruguay
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Winks from the allies
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Dig deeper, to the primary wound
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Pleasure and pain
Falling to the darkness, falling to the light
Rising from the darkness, falling from the light

On the way back

III. THE MERGE





Thinking of Emma Kunz
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To whom has ever lost the seeds of eros, to whom is catching up with the golden flower
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Oversoul interference, a transmission

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Love seeds

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« The 2 that are 1 and the 1 that is 2 »

Spring, temporarily
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Divine humor
Anchor the folly
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Flowers from the future
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Wearing the purple robe, for the marriage, of the twos and the third, the universal white star

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It dreams Itself through the world
It is talking to you, all the time
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Alterlife
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Rising on the axis
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Seeing blue, feeling blue, thinking blue and seeing blue again
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Northern wheels, Southern wheels


First attempt
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In-form, Swedish sky
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WINKS FROM THE FUTURE
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Unsure
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Burn the shame
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The shaman pushes me and my kisses away. « Not yet. You are not purified yet. »
A tiger bites me to pieces.

DISMEMBERMENT
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The blue pearl
« Cranial plates migration »


Awakened to the wounds
Sliding the vertebrae
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A taste of Samadhi

It rises here

Illumination, temporarily

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Picture by Christopher Grey
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Source

Void angel

Void II

Sacrum departure


Leaving the earth

« spinal sweep »

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II. THE RISE




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
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Sacred blood, 
WIP

Hydrangeas, a snake, an eye, and a circle, M.M.
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Les anges de l’Apocalypse
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Souvenir d’une autre vie
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I made a promise
That I’ll obey the Will
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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 his underworld.
They arose from the ashes. 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.
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Salomon, pyramids, corpus christi

WINKS FROM THE PAST
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Whispers, embroidery and applique
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Care for the sepulchre
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Water heavens

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Hurting the plexus

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Wander more
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Fear, Guilt, Shame, Grief

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SURRENDER

Pride and the karmic gate

Am I a fraud? Am I guilty?
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Years of blooms
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Life times of trials and losses
The scents of battles
Illuminated by the sweat
Of a shared endurance
As we find solace
In rays of silence

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THE CALL

Who’s calling?

111/1111/555/222/444/999/333/55555

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THE FALL

Mysterium tremendum

Abyss

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Seed
 
Soul loss

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« Abuse, harm, narcissusses »

The life we pay
For all the things we do
The distractions, the addictions, 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? »

Our words are fragmented, dissociated
In need
They satiate and pretend
8 years
They didn’t speak
Out of fear

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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

I. THE WOUNDS




As the soul will know Itself
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