Present

Trust your heart with no other expectation than the joy of living every second with shine.

Two parties

Nowadays is not common at all to find such a huge fire. To celebrate Easter, the inhabitants of Letter, Germany light an enormous fire. Since some weeks before everyone is invited to add wood to the pile; it grows and grows till incredible sizes. Around 7 pm. the local catholic priest and the local band perform a small ceremony. After a short speech the priest gives the signal and a group of men light the fire. All around families with kids, or groups of friends stand watching the magic. Gradually most people walk away attracted by the tent located some meters ahead: there is beer and music calling them. After 2 hours just few people stay around the fire while maybe 100 are chatting in the tent. This is perhaps the fifth or sixth time I come to this celebration. I love to be there, connecting with the fire, cleansing my soul, recharging it with fire energy. My party is around and with the fire; the other one feels so distant. Mine is a party with a rich content and quite simple in the outlook, but a party that refills my soul and bring light to my smile. For most people around the fire is just but an excuse for a nice party with beer and friends. They have lost the content part of the fire ceremony. How common it became in this society to stick to the rituals’ forms and forget their meaning, their purpose.

Welcome home

Like a soft wind breeze love crosses my path
Not anymore in the shape of a woman
Not anymore in the silhouette of a daughter, of a son
Like fresh air it goes inside
It becomes oxygen, invades my blood
Shines in my eyes, jumps into my song
Just like this, with no announcement
Love assaults me
And the only thing I dare to whisper is:
Why did I take so much time to invite you into my heart?

Love fountain

The exact location has never been revealed. Some believe it’s at the centre of the universe, other say it’s hid somewhere in the Amazon forest while there are some who say that the pyramids are the portal to access it in another dimension. If you have been there you probably know where it is. As you approach you perceive a party energy, everything is lively, full of colours, there are sounds and sings, aromas, trees, there is life in all its power. At the centre is there is a giant bubble, like an enormous diamond shining and alive. Even though it has permanently an egg shape, it’s evident that there is movement inside, intense movement.

From all the eight directions sinuous paths lead to this jewel of light. Through all of them beautiful couples walk in a dance. All colours and sizes, people from all corners and origins hand-to-hand walk towards the fountain of life. They have a very special glance, they irradiate an intense sense of inner peace and a brilliant light. There are no words but their walk is full of music and songs.

With joy they jump into the diamond and vanish. Inside they melt, they loose their shape and become one with the stream of energy. These dancers still have sense of being but at the same time they know they are no one, they are all and everything. Their energies play in a dance of life and joy; they float and move upwards. As they approach the peak they realise that this shining bubble is the back side of the eye of a baby ready to born, or the petals of a rose preparing to blossom in spring or a tear escaping from a sad face or a drop of water at the edge of a waterfall. Hundreds of couples feed these fountain; they dance and play and gradually move-up to be expelled through this volcano of life. They jump out as a newborn or a garden of roses or the Niagara Falls. They feel the world with their love and shine.

These couples are dancers making love in a sacred way, in a sublime act of creation and power. Their communion goes beyond bodies, souls and minds and merges in a perfect fusion with Love energy to return to Mother Earth in all forms and shapes. By doing so they bring nourishment to the fountain and they enhance their own energy. By doing so they bring light and love to all Beings and our sacred planet.

Lost astronaut?

The log on board was found many years later by another crew. Probably the long time elapsed and the weather conditions had contributed to erase some of the dates but presumably the events referred in the book happened just few years ago. Searching on the central database it was possible to track some references to an astronaut who left in an exploratory mission to a distant planet. The mission went as planned until he approached the mysterious planet. As he was approaching his messages became less clear and no report of his landing was received. The control centre assumed he had died in an accident when approaching its objective.
The information in the log was however contradictory. There is plenty of information describing his approach to what the astronaut called the “Magical Red Planet”. It seems that the beauty of the landscapes, the oceans and mountains astonished his eyes. He describes how, since his first step across those red lands his life was transformed.
The narration continues for some months but gradually it is evident that his mind was going through a deep transformation. The language he used became less and less technical and gave room to a poetic prose not usual in the space missions. There are several references to a portal connecting to distant galaxies and there are even some references to explorations he did “shoulder to shoulder with the Magical Red Planet”. These were strange references: how could he travel shoulder to shoulder with a planet! With no doubt his mind was going through a severe transformation, probable as consequence of the rare atmosphere or the thousands of flowers covering the planet (which, by the way, explained the mysterious red tone).
These rare descriptions started to incorporate recurrent references to “the matrix” as an invisible enemy controlling minds and bodies from most human beings.  He describes the means used by the matrix to create illusions and to keep humans far from ancient wisdom. His evident madness increased as the months passed, the matrix was more and more mentioned but at the same time his descriptions and reflections were full of love and magic; if he was mad, evidently he was really happy with his new life.
The last sentence in the log is a complete mystery. Despite the evidence showing that there was human activity for long time in that site, the last words were written just few months after his arrival. Using all the rainbow colours he stated: “today is the happiest day in my life, today I’ll leave the matrix, a jump ahead, shoulder to shoulder with the Magical Red Planet”. The spaceship was decorated with many art pieces and completely surrounded by flowers. There were no signs of battles or confrontations. Instead, the new expedition felt a very particular energy that started to whisper into their heads: “welcome to the magic of love, you are about to leave this dimension. When they sent the next report they noticed that the radio had some interference and was not working properly. Somehow this makes them happy.

Many ways

It is difficult to decide where to start this story. One way would just follow the chronological sequence, describing how one hill led to the next, how the hills became mountains that finally blew into a galaxy of light and energy. But it could be also told through the different turning points; for instance how his mind blew-out leaving him in a sea of peace, connected to the whole universe as only one being or how she went beyond that same place to become Mother Earth in such communion that Gaia started to whisper her wisdom through her passionate lips: “go and show to my sons, help them to remind that they were born for love, that they are love, tell them to take their shoes-off, to go bare naked and feel again my energy, remind them that sex is a communion to make love”. But I could also share it as a sequence of conversations or as one of silences. Conversations about life, about preferences and dreams, long chats exploring different dimensions of life and wisdom; but also silence was an eloquent companion. A simple hug or a dance of bodies and lips with no words, no need of them, their souls were dancing the same song. From a time perspective, with so many events you might think it was their whole life but no, these were just few hours. But if you are a traveller in journey to the light you will easily understand that in that brief instant they have jumped far ahead, beyond their own limits. Because time does not exist, it is the distance between God and us what matters; that is our journey.  Their communion made them ride in the wave of love, a wave that points to the heart of Great Spirit, to God: they were just surfing in the sea of love that God is, that we –sons of Gaia- are.

Sunset

I don’t have to be like the sun, crossing the sky to disappear and ride the horse of a starry night to be able to hug you at sunrise.
I don’t have to move, to spin around to bring the sunset of your eyes into my heart.
Your red planet is in my heart day and night, at dawn and dust
Your shining land brings sunsets and sunrises to my mind as glimpses to my eyes.
From a sun perspective, you, my red planet are always in the light.

Secret garden

Walking through the bush, hundreds of trees and plants, some days dark, some days under heavy rain. Walking through the bush with the feeling that somewhere ahead there would be an open space where flowers would grow under the sun and light would be a daily companion. Walking through the bush fighting against my own fears, tough battles with my ghosts and illusions. Walking through the bush with the certitude that somewhere ahead there would be a place where my heart could shine and just be. After crossing a dense web of trees and lianas, moving beyond an unknown swamp deep and confusing I ended in the top of a hill. Like the explorer that finally reaches the sacred place long time dreamed and desired I ended in the most beautiful spot on earth. Not even one of my dreams could have ever dreamed such place of love and peace; far beyond of any imagination. Astonished I could only sit, breath, feel, let the joy feel my body, my soul. Walking through the bush I ended in your realm, in your hug. Walking through the bush I found the sacred soul called Nikki.

Roses

I make a break, stop wondering about research and policies, deadlines and papers and go inside. Going into my inner world I sit there in that sacred space in my heart. Close my eyes and feel the peace and the light around. Suddenly I realise I’m not alone, there is someone else there. The aroma of a rose surrounds me as a hug of energy that go through my skin and becomes one with me. There you are, smiling and ready to share one of your shining thoughts about life and love. We both stand and dance, floating in the lyrics and strings, flowing with a magic rhythm that brings us to distant worlds. Just one body of energy, two souls deeply connected in a shining communion. Slowly I come back to the world of routine and work with a soft feeling of peace and lightness. Most probably you just whispered some words into my ears. I like your magic, beautiful Nikki. I love you.

Gossiping birds

In the back-side of this house there are some small trees scattered along the different gardens. Since some weeks ago, somewhere there, there is a tree that became a meeting point for a really noisy and lovely morning chat. It sounds like two hundred and sixty five conversations going on at the same time. Something like entering a café or a bar where people are happy, talking to each other. Even though it’s very difficult to find out what are they talking about, I presume they are gossiping, sharing their holidays in the South, making plans for their next phase to Northern lands and, for sure, having laugh on us. There were even some comments about the butterflies going out of this house dancing cheek to cheek, I’m sure they were laughing about it. These small parrots use that tree as the refill airport in their journey, they will stay around for a while and will probably leave in spring time. I love their gossip; it brings life and freshness to every morning.