dustlight

Source

tell me:

what is the secret

of the spark

that is to blaze

the diamond heart?

the secret to the Source

is the seed planted

in our stars

in our hearts

starforge

Source

tell me:

what is this sadness in my heart?

an echo

of a pulse

from one heart to another

a seed bursting at the seams

of confines never fit to wear

the enormousness of its true expanse

dances.with.ravens

today morning I danced in a snowcircle

on top of a round tree-lined hill

overlooking the river and the city

rumor has it

witches used it

in the past

and present

Raven wanted to dance with

A Tribe Called Red

so I invited the Tribe

and off and up we went

ravendance

black raven sits on top of a stone

overlooking a fjord

snaking through steep

snowcovered mountains

framed by crisp blue sky

and clear daylight

this setting is

scandinavia

the andes

high north of north america

three tips of the triangle

the ascension triad

blue.whale.star

a whirlwind swirling

a rainbow crossing

a thunderbird full of light

shooting across the sky

a goldenwhite light warrior

landing on the sacred spot

in the land of nevermare

on the sacred starseed beach

blue.sea.star

in a sea of

crystalline bluewhite water

gentle emanations from a bluewhite star

surface disturbances are balancing out

a ring

a gear wheel

a circle of light

a diamond body starforge

the ring lights up from inside

turns into a golden light portal

blue.wave.riders

On December 25, 2016 I experienced once again the “alchymical wedding”, the conscious and complete merger between my human self and my soul self.

The Word in the Sky

December 18, 2016

this vision unfolds

in my consciousness:

I turn into a beam of light, take off into the sky, explode in a flash of light.

I have turned into a giant Buddha-like apparition in the sky over the city.

The Great Wave

Introduction

These days, I am perceiving very clearly a dimension which I can describe in only very approximate terms with given verbal skills.

It feels like a marriage between Heaven and Earth; like a clear-blue celestial ocean on which white cloudships drift by; like a crystalline, blue-white luminous canvas on which pure spirit can manifest and display itself. The primary substance of this dimension is pure, high-vibrating, balanced consciousness.

White Eagle vision

On October 14 the following vision unfolded in my consciousness:

The White House.
A green lawn in front of the White House.
A black hole in the lawn:

The reflection of an insane human-looking woman; brunette, unkempt mane.
Her gaping mouth turns into a serpent’s gaping mouth; exposed fangs, jaws snapping up and down.

I throw a perfect diamond into her mouth.
A swarm of black bats shoots out, more and more, a rushing stream of darkness.
I seal the snakewoman inside a golden-white sphere.
The darkness is instantly neutralized, transmuted, enlightened.
The spiderwoman and her kin are no more.

Again: the green lawn in front of the White House.
Behind the White House: a male-looking spirit of pure white light.
On his shoulder: a white eagle, completely white except for his yellow beak.
The eagle is alive and kicking, spreading, folding, unfolding his wings.
The male spirit turns to the right, then walks away.

The White Eagle embodies both the protective spirit of the USA and the collective spirit of North American indigenous peoples.
The White House is without support.
The Eagle returns his power to the people.
Spirit returns to Life.

Spirit is Life.