The Seat of Now, Nov/Dec 2020 update

The Seat of Now, Embodiment of Truth From the beginning of September, time has been speeding up in acceleration of consciousness and physical embodiment/manifestation. The Collective observer position stronger in Seat of Now, centralizing in Vision of Unity, like a strong tides of Divine moving all parts( Human Souls) into a faster dissolvement in One,…

Truth Hunter / Pilgrimage of Heart

This one covers more on nature of personal experiences and how so far arrival to Cyprus have been unfolding and perceived by Self. 2nd of November is less than a two weeks on linear and it feels again much longer than my arrival day to this Sunny Island where once I experienced complete death and…

Rite of passage/ Flame of One

The Rite of passage has begun. When the greatest mystery is no longer a mystery, when the secret of lifetimes is unveiled, the game of time has no longer have an effect on a free mind. The New earth is a stage for such a happening. Truth can never be told, or taught, the physical…

Into the Storm

Nature follows a mysterious rhythm. For years science have been trying to grasp, analysis, explain and rationalize its simple and yet phenomenon movements. Nature, for herself is understood, embraced and surrendered, her language, interconnectivity, cycles, creation and change, all in perfect harmony, all transformational dance of One. The innocence is the truth of life flow,…

Aurora, song of One

Last night I opened my heart Found the beloved's thousands threads of gold Swinging like a willow tree Over the shadow of my dreams, where a lady clown was shaking an old clock with one hand, clapping with the other, screaming at a mirror... Saying: I am pure, I pick up codes, I am the…

Oasis of love

My love, watch my lips movingon wounds of offeringon the ground of your loveas my heart ripen in wineand my soul burnt in fire of passion,They say, I long for eternal,They say, I overcome myself;I say no more,see my fire, touch my stone,see my sky and feelthe beating of my millions stars,my soul falling in…

New Horizons

Mind plays the many masks of colours While heart always choose Wordless play of love. A threshold to see new horizons. The game of creation Begins with self and it ends with Self. One called small and the other eternal. And soon again, Perception becomes a new condition To say this or that, I Am…