Divine Channel

At times I am not sure how to communicate what happens in my life, in my world, as it's something beyond what the human mind can fathom. Yet, it is extremely important to share as I know and feel I am not the only one experiencing all these things. The reason why I write and share is because I want you to know that you are not alone and if you have some gifts that are seen so "out there," to embrace them. The reason why you have such gifts is because for many many lifetimes you have been doing this work; the work of the Heart. You have been leading people to freedom. You have been the example for many and many look up to you because of that. It is because of your pure heart that such deep gifts get activated and Divinity can do its work through you. Now, what a blessing that is!

For many many years, perhaps even all my life, I searched for something. I knew I was different somehow. I knew there was something so important I had come here to fulfill. The thing is that I kept searching not knowing at the beginning that when you search, in a sense you slam the door of the one thing that sets you apart from everyone else. I suffered so much trying to find it, not realizing that I had it all along. I didn't realize that what I had been searching for was calling me as well, not from the outside but from within.

It is scary to answer that call. Especially when you have already created a life. It is scary when your life goes upside down. The thing here is that even though it feels is going upside down, it is actually heading straight up. When we stop trying to control, when we stop fighting against the change, the channels clear up and they show us the way. This is what happened to me.

On 2018 I left a place I had called home for more than half of my life. I left the community, my family, my besties, my puppies and my partner. I didn't know what was ahead of me, I just knew I had to trust. The road was foggy and I couldn't even see one feet in front of me, yet there was a bigger guidance from the depth of my being that was showing me the way. I tried to seem kind of confident about it, but let me tell you one thing... I wasn't at all. I was freaking the fuck out inside. I was dying and in a sense rebirthing from within. Everything in me wanted to lose it, but the fire from inside kept me alive; kept me going.

Truly, I didn't have any other choice which I am grateful for. It was either "You follow that calling or you die." It sounds harsh, but it is the truth. I am not talking about physically, but spirituality. If I hadn't followed that guidance the spark of light within me would have extinguished itself and the one laying on the hammock, listening to the melody of the waterfall as she's writing these words, wouldn't be here.

There comes a point in life where you have seen so many things you had dreamed of seeing. When you do, there is no going back. It is similar to The Matrix. You truly cannot go back and live that one "normal" life you had had, because you are completely different.

COMPLETELY.

I had known for years that I was doing something more than energy work, something more than Reiki. In 2016 I had the first experience of being a Medium. It absolutely made my jaw dropped. I was at my dear friend Emily's apartment. She was asking me how to hold a ceremony for one of her students. Her boyfriend had just passed. I began to explain to her what to do and then... something changed. I felt a different energy coming through and HE began to speak through me. When Emily noticed this, she grabbed a piece of paper to take notes. The spirit delivered his message and when it was done we both looked at each other with the "Holy Shit" look.

How can you possibly go back to that one "normal" life? Especially when the message was delivered to her student and she cried because that was exactly how her boyfriend spoke.

How can you possibly go back to that one "normal" life?

I reached a point where I knew I had outgrown the city. The guidance I needed was no longer there and the energy in Asia began to call me. So I packed my bags and took off. That was the hardest thing I have done for far.

THE HARDEST.

I was walking without seeing. Something bigger was moving me. At times I felt I didn’t have the energy to keep going, yet I kept being moved and I am beyond grateful for that push.

In Thailand I released so much and I let go fully of who I wanted to be. I began to just be. I concentrated on myself and my journey and let go of any kind of expectation I had. I allowed life to show me the way. Even if at times it felt completely nuts, I let it be and trusted because truly, I had no other choice. I had to trust.

I had to trust I had made the right decision on moving across the world. I had to trust that whatever my parents had told me was not true. I had to trust that whatever feeling which made me take the leap of faith had been the right one to follow. And it had. It absolutely had.

At the end of June of 2018, I found myself surrounded by the most loving Soul Family. The had seen me and they had accepted me from the very first moment. They had never judged me. The had seen me as the Goddess I embody. Through the space of acceptance and unconditional love, the portal towards my truth opened up and I stepped right through it. This is when the channeling became so pure and so strong that it activated the remembrance of the Light Language that comes through me.

At the beginning I had no idea what I was supposed to do with it. However, I knew it. I felt deeply within my own organism that it wasn't the first time I had spoken that language. It hadn't been separate from me, it had been me all along and I had rediscovered it. The more I continued to hold space for others, the more it activated itself until it became normality. I no longer just had "Normal" Reiki Sessions, but I started to speak, chant and sing in that Language. Nature understood it. It became the way I spoke to her and animals as well. It became my mother tongue. Something that allows me to access Higher Realms of Consciousness and opens up a bigger space for you to do your own healing in my presence.

The more I worked with others, the more it humbled me and still does. Why? Because truly, I am not doing the work. This consciousness, the one who's typing goes away, as it were non-existent and something Greater moves through this organism. Even though I remember absolutely everything of a session, the energy that comes through, the things that are said, is not me but the Highest Version of you that comes through me to facilitated your own healing in the form of God.

I know this word can trigger many things for some. I am not referring to the Catholic or Christian God. When I say that word I meant the One thing that moves it all. The One thing that makes us experience this reality. The One thing that moves the leaves and branches of a tree. The One thing that allows the water to flow. The One thing that makes your organism function without you even doing anything at all. The One thing that creates life. That's what I mean when I say God. And within that space there's you as you aren't separate from IT, from me, nor from existence. As you are the One thing that moves it all: God

My Guardians: An Unconditional Love Beyond Human

I sit on my desk as I listen to Simrit sing "Sat Narayan" and at the same time the melody of the rain. Life is truly beautiful when we surrender to its flow and to the messages that might seem hidden. Messages are always coming through in one way or another. The rain has its one language. She speaks. So does the Sun and the Moon. The way one person lays down says a lot about the mental state of that particular moment. The way the eyes shine or not. The way one walks. The way a doggie looks at you. I can go on and on and on about different kinds of languages and messages. There is one kind I would like to concentrate on today.

I sat at this specific chair that morning. I was journaling as I watched attentively our garden. Something caught my attention as I listen to the subtleties of the trees and the fruits. I had to move side to side to make sure I was actually seeing what I thought I was seeing. I saw giant white wings. They looked like the ginormous leaves of a banana tree. We have tons of those in the garden. The wings were near them. Hence the movement to make sure I wasn't making things up. As we know, the mind likes to play tricks. I thought that somehow the Sun was hitting the leaves stronger than ever and it was making them seem they were white. Yet these "leaves" did not move. Neither were they leaning like the rest; they were pointing straight up.

I put my pen down on my journal and paid more attention to what my eyes were seeing and what my heart was feeling. Something within said,

"Go outside."

I did.

The moment I reached the porch that overlooks to the garden, something grabbed my hand and took me down towards a spot that Amor and I go quite frequently to watch the sunset and talk. It didn't scared me at all. The energy felt very similar. Perhaps if it had been the first time that something beyond my eyes could see held me, I might've freaked out a bit. However, this has happened multiple times before.

When we reached the spot, we sat down. I was sitting to the left of my Guardian Angel. I knew his presence. The first time he appeared to me, I was laying down on the couch breathing while a friend watched TV in my house in Las Vegas. He placed my hands on my heart and introduced himself. He didn't need much introduction after that. I know his energy. I say him because the name he introduced himself with, is considered a masculine name.

He began to talk to me about my path and how great I am doing staying on top of things. Although most things he said are very personal, there is one thing I do want to share about the conversation.

"Thanks for investigating and coming out of the house. I knew you would."

"Part of me thought it was a banana leave shinning super bright, but I knew better. Something within said to come out and I did."

"I am very glad."

"However, I am wondering why at this moment I am not seeing your wings and I'm just feeling your presence."

"You would freak out if you saw my eyes. You are not ready yet."

"Try me." What a human thing to say.

"You will soon. We are very proud of you. You've come a long way."

"Thank you. I know. It's been beyond intense."

"We know. Keep it up."

"Of course."

"You are meant to do great things and you will. You already are."

"Thank you. I know. I feel it. It humbles me. It transforms my heart into a heart that is beyond human. I have a hard time communicating at times. I feel I speak in code."

"Ha ha ha. Yes, indeed you do. The right ones will understand it."

A day or two later, Amor and I were listening an interview of Joe Dispenza about Light Beings helping him in his courses. This topic completely fascinates me as I have had the experience of these Light Beings helping me through my process. What truly caught my attention was his description of them:

Very tall white beings with a very strong presence.

Tall white beings... I have seen them before...

He said they can't lower their vibrations to meet the "normal" human vibrations because that would mean to lose themselves. Therefore, they ask humans to meet them in the middle. If they were to lower their vibrations to a human level, they might lose themselves, as in stop existing. This is something they don't do as they love themselves so much.

Tall white beings...

A few years ago in 2013, I was suicidal. I was at home, went to the kitchen, grabbed a knife, and went to the room. Apparently I wasn't sneaky enough because my roommate told my husband at the time and he rushed home from work. Yes, the intentions of grabbing the knife was to end this precious life of mine. The knives we had, were not just regular knives, but chef knives. Very very very sharp.

To be completely honest, till this day I am not quite sure what happened. It is all blurry but one part. The door opened, three ginormous white beings entered. I didn't like their presence. They were on a mission and it scared me. They walked like the owned the room. They walked so fiercely and so sure of themselves. They did not even say a word as they moved towards the bed were I was laying freaking out with Matt. One immediately went to my legs and held my ankles down. The other one went to my head and held it down. Matt pushed down on my shoulders. I screamed as the other one was coming towards my face. I tried to move around and throw a fit for them to let me go. I couldn't. I couldn't move. Their strength was beyond human and what in the world was Matt doing?!?! He should be helping me.

The one holding my head down opened up my mouth and there was absolutely nothing I could do to either stop it or close my mouth. I saw the other one approaching me with a syringe. I freaked out even more. I was so scared. I was so scared.

"Who are these people?! What are they doing to me?!"

I was injected in my palate with something. Whatever it was made me pass out. When I woke up, I was in Matt's arms. The door was open. I looked around confused.

"Did anybody come to the room?"

"No," he replied.

However, they had. I knew they had because the suicidal tendencies were no longer there. Rather than feeling hopeless and lifeless, I felt full of unconditional love. Matt saw it too. He saw my eyes and could tell something in me had shifted.

As Joe Dispenza kept talking about it, that memory came up. I understood why my Guardian Angel had said I'd freak out if I saw his eyes. I was gonna recognize him and it was gonna take me back to that experience. The next morning I talked to him.

"We had done the math and we had a specific amount of time in which we needed to do what was necessary to help you. We knew you were gonna kill yourself. It wasn't your time yet. You were making it so difficult."

"I was scared. I didn't know what was going on."

"Yes. We know."

"Joe Dispenza said..."

"Yes. We got back right on time. It was a chance we were willing to take for you. We are your Guardians."

I was speechless. An overwhelming feeling of gratitude came through. They... they... put their own existence in the line to help me... they almost lost themselves. All of this was done by the unconditional love to me... to ME. And to think that at those moments, I felt so lonely and that noone ever cared for me. Yet, they were there watching over me, guiding me even though I couldn't see them or feel them. My Guardians not only were there at every step of the way, but they sacrificed their own existence for ME.

To help ME.

To save ME.

Gratitude doesn't even cut it.

So I sit here sharing this experience with an immense heart. A heart that once thought it was just a human heart and now knows it goes beyond it. A heart that if it wasn't for them, I wouldn't be here writing these words. A heart that is never alone. A heart that when looking at things from the bigger perspective of life, is not even mine or theirs. It's OURS.

💞💞💞

Estoy sentada en mi escritorio escuchando la canción "Sat Narayan" de Simrit y al mismo tiempo, la melodía de la lluvia. La vida es completamente hermosa cuando nos rendimos a su flujo y a los mensajes que parecen estar escondidos.
Los mensajes siempre vienen de una manera u otra. La lluvia tiene su propio idioma. Ella habla como el Sol y La Luna. La manera como una persona se echa dice bastante del estado mental en el cual está en ese momento. La manera como los ojos brillan o no. La manera como uno camina. La manera como un perrito te mira. Puedo seguir y seguir con los ejemplos de diferente tipos de lenguajes y mensajes. Hay un tipo en el cual me quiero concentrar hoy.

Esa mañana estaba sentada en esta misma silla. Estaba escribiendo en mi diario mientras también prestaba bastante atención a nuestro jardín. Algo me llamó la atención mientras escuchaba la sutiles de los árboles y frutas. Tuve que moverme de lado a lado para confirmar lo que pensaba haber visto. Vi unas alas blancas gigantes. Parecían las hojas gigantes de un árbol de plátano. Tenemos tantos de estos en el jardín. Las alas estaban cerquísimas a ellos. Por eso me movía tanto para saber que no me estaba imaginando cosas. Como sabemos, a la mente le encanta jugar. Pensé que fácil la luz del Sol brillaba tanto en las hojas que hacía que parezcan blancas. La cosa es que estas "hojas" no se movían. Y no estaban inclinadas como las demás pero derechitas.

Solté mi lapicero y lo puse en mi diario para poder prestar más atención a lo que mis ojos estaban viendo y a lo que mi corazón estaba sintiendo.
Algo dentro de mí me dijo,

"Anda afuera."

Lo hice.

Cuando llegué al porche que mira desde arriba al jardín, algo agarró mi mano y me guió hacia el lugar donde Amor y yo vamos frecuentemente a ver la postada del sol. No me dió nada de miedo. La energía que sentí fue bien conocida. Fácil si esto hubiera pasado por primera vez, sí que me hubiera asustado y harto. Pero ya ha pasado bastantes veces.

Cuando llegamos al lugar nos sentamos. Me senté al costado izquierdo de mi Ángel Guardián. Conozco su presencia. La primera vez que se me apareció, estaba echada en el sofá respirando mientras una amiga veía televisión en mi casa en Las Vegas. Él puso sus manos en mi corazón y se presentó. Después de eso no necesitaba más introducciones. Conozco su energía. Digo él porque el nombre con el cual se introdujo es un nombre masculino.

Él empezó a hablarme de mi camino y el buen trabajo que estoy haciendo con todas las cosas. Aunque la mayoría de las cosas que dijo son bien personales, quiero compartir una de ellas.

"Gracias por investigar y salir de la casa. Sabia que ibas a venir."

"Parte de mí pensó que era una hoja de plátano brillando bastante, pero supe mejor. Algo dentro de mí me dijo que salga y lo hice."

"Me da mucho gusto."

"Aunque en este momento me estoy preguntando por qué no veo tus alas y sólo siento tu presencia."

"Te asustarias bastante si vieras mis ojos. No estás lista todavía."

"Inténtalo." Que cosa tan humana de decir.

"Las verás pronto. Estamos muy orgullosos de tí. Has pasado por tantas cosas."

"Gracias. Lo sé. Ha sido mucho más que intenso."

"Lo sabemos. Continúa con todo."

"Por supuesto."

"Has venido acá para hacer grandes cosas y lo harás. Ya lo estás haciendo."

"Gracias. Lo sé. Lo siento. Me da más humildad. Transforma mi corazón a un corazón más que humano. Aveces se me hace difícil comunicarme. Siento que hablo en código. "

" Ja ja ja. Si, ciertamente lo haces. Los adecuados lo entenderán. "

Un día o dos días después, Amor y yo estábamos escuchando una entrevista de Joe Dispenza sobre Seres de Luz ayudándole en sus cursos. Este tema me fascina ya que estos Seres me han ayudado tanto en mi proceso. Lo que realmente me llamó la atención fue la descripción de estos Seres:

Seres blancos y muy altos con una presencia bien fuerte.

Seres blancos y altos ... los he visto antes...

Él dijo que dichos Seres no pueden bajar sus vibraciones para llegar a las vibraciones "normales" humanas porque eso significaría que se perderían. Por lo tanto, ellos les piden a los humanos de encontrarse en la mitad. Si ellos bajan sus vibraciones a un nivel humano, se podrían perder; osea dejar de existir. Esto es algo que no hacen ya que se aman tanto.

Seres altos y blancos...

Hace un par de años en el 2013, yo era suicida. Estaba en la casa, fui a la cocina, agarré un cuchillo y me fui al cuarto. Aparentemente no lo hice a escondidas porque mi compañero de piso llamó al que era mi esposo y él regresó a la casa al toque. Sí, la intención que tenía era de quitar la bella vida que tengo. Los cuchillos que teníamos no eran cuchillos normales sino cuchillos de chef. Muy muy muy afilados.

Honestamente hasta este día no sé exactamente lo que pasó. Todo está súper borroso menos una parte. La puerta se abrió y tres seres súper gigantes blancos entraron. No me gustó la presencia de ellos. Tenían una misión y eso me asustó. Caminaron como si fuera su cuarto. Caminaron ferozmente y bien seguros de sí mismos. No dijeron ninguna palabra mientras se acercaban a la cama donde estaba echada con Matt volviéndome loca. Inmediatamente uno se acercó a mis piernas y me agarró los tobillos. El otro se fue hacia mi cabeza y la aguantó. Matt puso presión en mis hombros para no poder moverlos. Grité cuando me di cuenta que el otro se estaba acercando hacia mi cara. Intenté de moverme y soltarme de ellos pero no pude. No me pude mover para nada. La fuerza de estos seres era más que humana. Y que cosa estaba haciendo Matt?!? Me debería de ayudar.

El que mantenía mi cabeza abrió mi boca y no pude hacer nada para pararlo o cerrarla. Vi que el otro se me acercaba con una jeringa. Me asusté mucho más. Tenía tanto miedo. Tanto miedo.

"Quienes son estas personas?! Y que me están haciendo?!"

Me inyectaron en mi paladar con algo. Fuera lo que fuera me hizo perder el conocimiento. Cuando me desperté estaba en los brazos de Matt. La puerta estaba abierta. Miré alrededor del cuarto confundida.

"Alguien entró al cuarto?"

"No," respondió él.

Sin embargo, sí que entraron. Supe que sí habían entrado porque mis tendencias suicidas ya no estaban en mi sistema. En vez de sentirme sin esperanza y sin vida, me sentía llena de amor incondicional. Matt también se dió cuenta. Él vió mis ojos y supo que algo había cambiado en mí.

Mientras Joe Dispenza seguía hablando del tema, esta memoria regresó. Entendí porque mi Ángel de la Guardia me había dicho que me iba a asustar si veía sus ojos. Lo iba a identificar y eso me iba a regresar a esa experiencia. El día siguiente hablé con él.

"Hicimos el cálculo y teníamos un tiempo limitado en el cual teníamos que hacer lo necesario para ayudarte. Sabíamos que te ibas a quitar la vida. No era tu tiempo todavía. Hiciste todo más difícil de lo que tenía que ser."

"Tenía mucho miedo y no sabía lo que estaba pasando."

"Sí. Lo sabemos."

"Joe Dispenza dijo..."

"Sí. Regresamos a tiempo. Era la única oportunidad y estábamos dispuestos a tomarla por ti. Somos tus Guardianes."

Me quedé sin palabras. Una enorme sensación de gratitud llenó mi ser. Ellos... ellos... pusieron su existencia en el fuego para ayudarme... casi se pierden. Todo esto fue hecho por el amor incondicional hacia mí... hacia MÍ. Y pensar que en esos momentos me sentía tan sola y que a nadie le importaba. Pero ellos me estaban protegiendo y guiándome aunque no los podía ni ver ni sentir. Mis Guardianes no solamente estuvieron ahí conmigo todo el tiempo sino que sacrificaron sus propias existencias por mí.

Para ayudarme.

Para salvarme.

Decir que tengo tanta gratitud no se compara a lo que siento.

Sentada comparto esta experiencia con un corazón tan inmenso. Un corazón que alguna vez pensó que solo era un corazón humano y ahora es mucho más que eso. Un corazón que si no fuera por ellos, no estaría aquí escribiendo estas palabras. Un corazón que nunca ha estado sólo. Un corazón que si se ve desde una perspectiva más grande de la vida, no es ni mío ni de ellos. Es de nosotros.

The Mirror of Life - Always showing you the depth of your beauty

Last week, Amor and I returned from a truly intense yet beautiful experience : a 5 day Ayahuasca Retreat. For those who do not know what Ayahuasca is, it is a Master Plant. Indigenous people from the Amazon have been working with her for centuries; she shows you aspects of your darkness in a way that you can accept it, and “put your shit together.” 

We had known prior to coming to Colombia that such a retreat would be extremely powerful, however we could not have imagined its magnitude. I will not go into details of my entire experience.  Somehow, I believe that won’t be as helpful for you all as it was for me. The main reason is because, it was MY experience and you can imagine it all you want but until you experience it yourself, your imagination will not provide the benefits of sitting through an Ayahuasca journey and allowing the Mother to guide you through it.

What I will talk about is one of the things she showed me and told me; something I deeply believe we all need to hear perhaps more than once a week ... I know for myself, I needed to hear that way more often. That being said, let’s get to it, shall we?

It was our last ceremony and it was a morning one. I truly resonated so much with the Sun God and Mother Nature during these kinds of ceremonies. After receiving the medicine and sitting with her on the porch with the rest of what I can call now, my friends, I decided to go back to my little space in the garden, underneath two beautiful trees that had guided me so much during the first afternoon ceremony.

I was very surprised by my new strength in surrendering to the Mother and being able to stay present with my breath, rather than going into trances and allowing my own Kundalini energy to take over. As I sat with my feelings and gratitude for not going into the dark, yet still acknowledge it and loving it, the Mother began to talk to me:

“Life has always been showing you the beauty of your being”

Yet, I had never truly paid attention to that, as I had been stuck in being jealous of other’s beauty... external beauty. She showed me a memory that I remember way too well and it made me feel silly and laugh at myself. Here it is:

When I was young and still living in Lima, Peru, one of my best friends was a girl that had just moved from Italy with her family.  Her and her brother enrolled in Antonio Raimondi, the Italian school in Lima I was attending.

This girl was and still is extremely beautiful, in and out. However, since I was caught in my own shit of not feeling or seeing my own external beauty, I always envied her. It was almost like she was perfect ... and truly, we all are... everyone loved her.  She was funny, easy going and had a ginormous heart. I believed that being around her could make me popular (ego coming out), but I truly adored her. Somehow, she got me and we immediately clicked.

One time, she was invited to a party where my crush was going as well. Of course my jealous bar went super high up and I didn’t know what to do. 

YES, I wanted to go to the party.

YES, the fact that I wasn’t invited made me feel more ugly.

YES, I was super jealous of her for being the “new girl” at school and getting all the attention.

YES, my ego was furious.

YES

YES

YES AND MORE YES.

I had come over and she was asking me for suggestions on what to wear. Ok... imagine my feelings. No, I didn’t want to help. As a matter of fact, I wanted her to look as hideous as possible... knowing... that wasn’t even an option, because there was no possible way she could ever be hideous.  She was gorgeous! 

So here is where my ego came out and fully began to run the show.

Instead of telling her which outfit she looked the best on, I opted for the one that wasn’t as cute. Of course, once again, it wasn’t that she didn’t look cute, the outfit I told her about wasn’t as sexy as the other one. My heart sunk. I knew what I had done to the one person I called my best friend.   To the one that I shared so many memories with and even got best friends charms... what in the world had I just said to her?!

However, never once did I take my word back. I let it be.

I remembered, going back home and feeling so shitty not only for my choice of words but also because I knew how much fun she was going to have while I sat at home feeling so sorry about myself. Oh youth!

As I watched the memory, her face, my reactions and feelings, the Mother spoke,

“She was mirroring to you your own beauty. It wasn’t that she was the only beautiful girl, she was trying to express and communicate to you how extraordinary the beauty of your own being is.”

I smiled and felt so silly. 

I felt so silly because of course she was showing me how beautiful I am, 

OF COURSE!! 

But having lived in such a society, remembering how much I had been made fun of for being fat and “not pretty,” not only from my family but also my so called friends; that was the only thing that was in my mind constantly. I didn’t have in my mind,

“Oh, I’m so pretty”, 

but 

“Ew! I’m so ugly, not worth anything and hideous! Of course no one wants to date me!.”

Mother continued,

“Life has always shown you the depth of your beauty. Constantly. In every second of your life, in every experience you have had, there was life mirroring to you how extremely beautiful you are in and out.”

WOW! 

Just, 

WOW!

At that moment, the movie of my life so far, played in my head. An overwhelming feeling of gratitude covered my entire being. Gratitude for that one friend, gratitude for every moment of my life, gratitude for myself and gratitude for all my experiences whether they were painful or blissful. I began to think,

“ How many of us, just go around life thinking how hideous we are, missing this one powerful point? Missing that in reality, life is not only mirroring to us what we need to work on, but also, how incredibly beautiful/handsome we all are!?”

WOW!

WOW Mother WOW!

It all made so much more sense. 

ALL OF IT!

I stayed in that space, admiring Nature, admiring life and myself, with so much unconditional love and gratitude for every single breath I have taken and will continue to take. 

Gratitude. Period. Gratitude.

So, this is my message and a powerful reminder to you all:

It doesn’t matter what you have gone through in life, how many people have hurt you, how many people you have hurt, what was said to you, what you said. It doesn’t matter. What truly matters is this moment in time, what we call the present moment and the beauty of life itself. How many of us go in our heads about our mistakes, our pains and hurts and totally forget to see the actual beauty of our beings?

You ARE beautiful!

You ARE powerful!

Life is CONSTANTLY showing you how truly beautiful you are.

ALWAYS

What a miracle that is!

So, pay attention, open up your heart and realize that despite of how you have felt in the past, there is an extraordinary beauty within you and around you. You are unique and that uniqueness gives power for your strength to come forth.  That uniqueness is what is needed in this world.  That uniqueness transforms your being and allows it to express itself in its own way. That uniqueness is what we all see,

The true YOU

I love you. 

I know you have been hurt, just like I have, but at this moment in time, what is needed is our strength. What is needed is for us to own our uniqueness and work together as a team, whether we have met physically or not. 

What is needed is US! 

Being ourselves and showing the rest of the world that we don’t need to be like everybody else to feel ok. What is needed is to show the unconditional love for the Self as we surrender to our truth and allow ourselves to BE.

To BE

So much love to you all.

So much love and thank you so much for mirroring me how extraordinary I am and for being in this not so gentle rollercoaster we call life. 

I am deeply grateful for all your presences.

THANK YOU.

Surrendering to the Flow of Life - An inner Dialogue

There come times in our life when life itself as we might perceive it, doesn't seem to be enough.

Is it truly not enough? Or is it an askew perception of what life truly is?

What if life itself is the most perfect representation of an unconditional love the greatest "being" is giving birth to?

What if life is being moved by That Which Is?

What if life is a constant movement of the perfection of a wave that shifts as it becomes more aware of itself?

What if thinking and perhaps feeling that life is not enough, opens up the space for life itself to be experienced in a way that is utterly perfect?

So here comes the thoughts.

The thoughts of an aware being that continuously opened up the space to be constantly aware as the shifts increased day by day.

When I was younger, I often felt completely different, in the sense that someone could possibly understand me. So I chose to hide, to hide in the depth of the uncertainty that was growing within.

I didn't realize how so not different I was until I ran away from my partner at the time, my family, my friends and the city I had called home for so many years. Asia for sure showed me that although I had been different in some extend, I was also equally as similar to some that had felt the exact same thing pretty much all their lives.

This was the moment that shifted A LOT of things. I had felt at home in so many ways before, but there was something unlike this feeling of home that I hadn't felt before.

I want to share something with you and please open up your minds and your heart in ways that perhaps you haven't done before, especially if you have "known" me personally for a while.

Although I had been living my life in what I called truth, I truly hadn't. No, it's not that I wasn't faking it, I honestly thought the one running the show was me, my true identity. However. The more I grew, the more I realized how something completely different than the actual ME, had been living MY life ... up until recently.

In Asia, in Thailand and The Philippines, I met extraordinary people. People that spoke like me, people that at times didn't need to speak, yet the conversation was still flowing. There was something beyond the spoken words, something in the space in between words and in the silence.

People that have done the work I was going through and I'm going through and can say "Oh ya, I went through that as well," making it seem like, it's "normal;" part of the process. Hearing such words made me think,

"Thank God. I guess I am not crazy nor I ever was!"

Can you picture the relieve I sensed? After so many years thinking that I was some kind of alien in this Planet. 😂😂😂

Following one's heart's desire is not as simple as eating a piece of cake ... well ok... that perhaps is not as easy either! 😜😂 but if we wanna talk about it ....

How many codes have been engraved in our systems? How many programmings since before we even know when existence truly began or what that word actually means? What is stored in our cells and DNA that prevent us and make it challenging to discover the greatness that is inside us all?

Wow... some deep questions.

Yes.

They truly are!

These are questions that pop in my mind as I see processes dissolve right in front of my eyes. Questions that would have appeared in a different manner if I hadn't met "my tribe" in Asia.

When someone tells you,

"Welcome home dear"

And your entire being tingles, you KNOW you have found home and the longing for it stops. Because you just know.

How did it all begin?

As I said, I ran away. Do most people ran away or they choose to stay?

I can't comment about others, but I can about this system; the system I call my own.

It reached a point where it needed to explore and not explore the world (it just came with it, which I am super grateful for it), but explore itself and find itself through such exploration.

It began to think,

"There must be something "else" there"

As the call to go back to Asia was so strong. There was such a magnetic pull that could not be ignored. So it chose itself.

It chose to allow its essence to guide and float in the pool of rivers that will lead it to the ones whom had been waiting for it.

It chose to flow with what we call life.

Was it easy?

Hell no, it wasn't easy. At times, it's still not easy, yet it understands.

It understands that codes are being re-discovered and broken. It understands that its TRUE essence is coming forth and guiding every step of the way if allowed. It also understands that at times the same codes that are being broken can seem to take charge if loosing the sight of things.

So where does the balance come from?

In this system, the balance comes from trusting there is nothing broken within, but in such a perfection as things are coming to the surface bringing more awareness.

The balance comes from knowing and seeing even if it was only for a split second where it came from and why it chose to come here.

The balance comes from accessing the space in between and traveling throughout the night to places that are thought to be imaginary.

The balance comes from that unconditional love that goes beyond what those two words convey; a love which moves it all.

The balance from knowing that you and me and everybody else, although seem to think are experiencing something completely different, in reality aren't.

The knowing that in a space where everything gets moved with such care and something beyond love, separation doesn't exists and in that space creation gets dissolved to its specific point:

NOTHINGNESS