We’re already there.
So as long as we return, we’re allowed to wander
« 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
Silent blooms
A book of forgiveness
« There were three suns, one for each and the three of us »
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
« 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
IV. BLOSSOMS
The destroyer
Crossing the deserts, I could hear the call from afar but I was still paralyzed
The higher heart forgives, thymus
Do you allow yourself to be tender
Mother of the mothers
Self-blame, anger inward
Scriptures from Uruguay
Wearing the purple robe, for the marriage, of the twos and the third, the universal white star
Winks from the allies
A new seed
Dig deeper, to 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
Love seeds
III. THE MERGE
Either way
Awakened to the wounds
Sliding the vertebrae
Rising on the axis
« The 2 that are 1 and the 1 that is 2 »
Spring, temporarily
Divine humor
Anchor the folly
Saw stars too
The shaman pushes me and my kisses away. « Not yet. You are not purified yet. »
A tiger bites me to pieces.
DISMEMBERMENT
Seeing blue, feeling blue, thinking blue and seeing blue again
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
Flowers from the future
A taste of Samadhi
It rises here
Illumination, temporarily
Source
Void angel
Void II
Sacrum departure
Leaving the earth
II. THE RISE
Oversoul interference, a transmission
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
Sacred blood, WIP
Hydrangeas, a snake, an eye, and a circle, M.M.
Les anges de l’Apocalypse
Am I a fraud? Am I guilty?
Water heavens
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.
Whispers
Care for the sepulchre
Hurting the plexus
SURRENDER
Pride and the karmic gate
Wander more
Souvenir d’une autre vie
Salomon, pyramids, corpus christi
WINKS FROM THE PAST
I made a promise
That I’ll obey the Will
111/1111/555/222/444/999/333/55555
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?
THE FALL
Mysterium tremendum
Abyss
Seed
Soul loss
« 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
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 wanders