It rises here

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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 a narrative about the Kundalini/healing process. From the later stages to the beginning -top down-, these images illustrate a seven year journey through the darkness toward the light, and back again, to life.

Kundalini is the sanskrit term for a concentrated field of vital primal energy traditionally known to be located at the base of the spine. It could be refered to as supra-consciousness within consciousness, the nature force-energy responsible for our psycho-physiological transformation, and to which we shall surrender. Evolution is a return.

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One masters Truth and the other one Love, until both merge into silence. We were already there.
But every road is necessary, and as long as we return, it’s okay to wander.
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The serpent is real, the serpent is real

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Love expansion
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Merge

The rainbows and the bows

Radiance and flares
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Winks from the allies


Golden flower / Eros

To whom has ever lost the seeds of eros, to whom is catching up with the golden flower
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Scriptures from Uruguay
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To the Golden Gate
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The original wound

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It’s a long landing on the fastest route
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First attempt


Purple ray
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Northern wheels, Southern wheels
silk embroidered appliques on linen, 40 x 90cm
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On a heart-shaped rock
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Thinking of Emma Kunz
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A dual sight
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The return of John
The realm of ideas dreams itself through the world
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Returned material


In-form, Swedish sky, 
ink on paper

Winks from the future
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The third,
ink on paper
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« The serpent is real, the serpent is real »
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Summer vision II,
embroidery
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« Do you allow yourself to be tender », embroidery
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Immaculate


Firebird

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Awakened to the wounds
Sliding the vertebrae
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Kriyas for the twos
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« Cranial plates migration »

The blue pearl
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Anchor the folly
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Silver sun, 
embroidery on leather with silver leaf
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« The 2 that are 1 and the 1 that is 2 » / Rising on the axis, embroideries
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The shaman and the tiger
He pushes me and my kisses away. « Not yet. You are not purified yet. »
A tiger bites me to pieces.

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It rises here

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Sacrum departure IV
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A taste of Samadhi

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Illumination



Source
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On the way back
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Pineal
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Void I, photography

Void II, photography
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Leaving the earth
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« Kundalini »
She’d look like this, she probably looks like this
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Sacrum departure II, III, photography
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« spinal sweep »
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Green light
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The veil


Rue de la Révolution,  embroidery


A transmission, embroidery on velvet inspired by the Antependiumwith the mystical hunt in the enclosed garden, medieval Cologne
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Twinned hydrangea
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Announcing the dream
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Here’s a glimpse, painting

Spiral and snake
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Mother Superior
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Hydrangeas, a snake, an eye, and a circle

M. M.
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Dark tables
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Truth, love, guilt
« Souvenir d’une autre vie » II
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« Souvenir d’une autre vie »
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Salomon, pyramids, corpus christi

Winks from the past
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Geometric triggers

crystal embroideries on leather with golden leaf
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Fear, Guilt, Shame, Grief
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Whispers, embroidery and applique
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Lighting stairs
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Care for the sepulchre, embroidery
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Water heavens, painting
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Wander more

Pride and the karmic gate

Am I a fraud? Am I guilty?
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Les anges de l’Apocalypse, embroidery with cochineal
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111/1111/555/222/444/999/333/55555
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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
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Who’s calling?
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Mysterium tremendum
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Abyss

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Seed

Soul loss

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« Abuse, harm, narcissusses »

« I don’t want to feel the pain, why should I feel the pain? »
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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

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Years of blooms
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