It rises here

 

We’re already there.
So as long as we return, we’re allowed to wander

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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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Silent blooms
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A book of forgiveness

« There were three suns, one for each and the three of us »
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Radiance and flares
The rainbow and the bows

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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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« 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





The destroyer
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Crossing the deserts, I could hear the call from afar but I was still paralyzed

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The higher heart forgives, thymus
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Do you allow yourself to be tender
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Mother of the mothers

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Self-blame, anger inward
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Scriptures from Uruguay
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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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Winks from the allies
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A new seed

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

Love seeds
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III. THE MERGE





Either way

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Awakened to the wounds
Sliding the vertebrae


Rising on the axis

« 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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Saw stars too
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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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Seeing blue, feeling blue, thinking blue and seeing blue again
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Northern wheels, Southern wheels


The realm of ideas dreams itself through the world
It is talking to you, all the time

The blue pearl
« Cranial plates migration »
 


Burn the shame
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Flowers from the future
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A taste of Samadhi

It rises here

Illumination, temporarily


Source

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Void angel

Void II

Sacrum departure

Leaving the earth

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II. THE RISE




Oversoul interference, a transmission
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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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Am I a fraud? Am I guilty?
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Water heavens

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Siamese myth

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 under.
They rose 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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Whispers
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Care for the sepulchre
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Hurting the plexus
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SURRENDER

Pride and the karmic gate

Wander more
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Souvenir d’une autre vie
Salomon, pyramids, corpus christi

WINKS FROM THE PAST
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I made a promise
That I’ll obey the Will
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111/1111/555/222/444/999/333/55555

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Fear, Guilt, Shame, Grief
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L
ife 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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THE CALL

Who’s calling?

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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

Years of blooms
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I. THE WOUNDS




As the soul wanders
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