This full moon, happening on November 26 / 27, feels like a frustrated culmination, or a confusing manifestation.
The visual looks like a walk in a dark and foggy forest with an inability to see where to step next. Find your way with the use of your inner senses.
The energies and theme of the November’s New Moon are about death, liberation and a rebirth of different ways from the ones we knew previously. The Journey of the Lotus is our metaphor: From the seed planted in the mud (New Moon) to growth in murky yet rich and stagnant waters to the blooming of…
Community, as I came to understand it, was not just a physical place or a group of people tied by geography or blood. It was a state of being, a shared sense of purpose, and a web of relationships that nurtured and supported growth. It was a place where individual healing and growth could be…
“Welcome home”, I heard.
The pain you carried is no longer.
The necklace around your neck is down.
The agreement of conditioning is cancelled.
“I forgive you”, a voice spoke through,
Another one echoed: “Thank you.
By freeing yourself, you freed us too”.
As shamans commonly express, the plants were the ones who told them. They know the poisonous plants as well as the antidotes, which usually grow near the latter. They know what part of the plant to use, when, where and how to use it, the period of time to take it and in combination with…
She looked up and felt engulfed by a pure wave of care. Time stopped and brought her tears to a halt. Frozen, she started melting in the warmth of the earth and spacious skies. Her limbs collapsed and just before she gave in to this being’s embrace that carried her before touching her body,…
One day, I looked
To meet your eyes.
I was hooked.
I asked why?
Not in chains.
Nor in spells.
Rather your flame,
Caught me by.
Your heart, I saw.
Home, I know.
Your soul, I remember
Love made, oh so tender.
We dance, in awe.
We play, we surrender.
To love, life and death,…
I was told stories of the One and only,Beloved, in form, also ghostly. The dream begins, awake yet sleepy.The narrator utters, echoing was the weepy