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Your flame

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Right now, at this present moment. Yes! And deep in our souls as well.

The oxygen of sobriety and kindness always wanted to conquer us… but only now the memory has been commissioning to unite those routes that had changed their position.

It is a potential that unites us as passionate or spiritual adventures. It’s the step and dancing that you do above, between the walls of this area and beyond concepts. You move and tell us how.

It’s not our creations or compositions… It’s not like that! You guide our fingers and whisper in the neurons of life.

You sit there with your coffee or tea and embrace us with the same links of genetic transmissions and instructions.

The model or project (as you like to call it) is up, and at the same time it’s down on the top of our body… there in the mind…

Of course they are like a single entity! The only limited and personal description we can give is this: “it’s a kind of architectural projection burning the chest. Very strong! This is seen till you throw sparks in the belly”.

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That which we forget

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Sometimes we forget the contact with the earth and together with this we also ignore nature. We forget that all these sources bring us electrons, that we all are of the same Creator.

We forget that its composition heals us, makes us happy, makes us shine and restores ourselves… that it turns off all those mental invaders who believe they are smarter than the wind.

We forget to go out and sit in silence, in that comfortable chair, or on the ground. We forget that our appearance on the planet is to help bring balance and inspiration, aware of everything that we love and we can love.

We forget that life is the most elegant and delicate gift in which we delight in every opportunity when we open our eyes or close them to give a massage to our soul, up there in the palace.

We forget that every form of expression is the greatest privilege, above excuses, fame, of what people say, stereotypes or teasing. We forget that it just allows us to BE.

We forget that if at this moment we don’t decide to activate our hearts to find those great passions, then we will forget who we are and we will completely quench with free wanderings.

We forget that there is a clear manual that connects us and promises us eternal life. That there IS an intelligence beyond our understanding that challenges us, repairs us, loves us and consents each day with surprises.

We forget that days can be cute and happy if with our heart we look at each other as if we were ourselves, with compassion, with kindness, no skills, no hatred.

If we truly let ourselves spread more through these magnets of optimism and empathy, we could remove the mentions of pain and will reactivate the memory and delivery we had once for the Divinity.

If we truly think of a list of forgotten details we could be ordering the existence. If we indeed do, we would be free souls and a complete unity of harmony and love.

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Welcome spring

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It’s not so much about doing things like having the best motives. This makes that one intention becomes an unstoppable force, a revolution, a transgression…

It makes us live through the Earth from pole to pole. Watching a stoned heaven or thousands of kites flying through the air in just a nano-second, distorting what was once time and space.

It is to leave the “blah blah blah”, and instead, make the earth tremble as we pass. You know that it’s there, that it will always be there, and that therefore, you will not miss anything.

Welcome to the spring…

Author: Alberto Saenz
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Lift up the right brain

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There is so much compassion that we cannot bear it… not in a bad way, but in the inability to explain our state to the world. This feeling is beyond our rational intelligence. It is to transcend. It is pure intuition… And with her, love explodes for this humanity full of fun flavors.

Love is not ours. It is borrowed. Walk through our whole being, but IT’S NOT OURS. Not from here. We approach it with speach, study, prayer… and it comes to us through people, situations, events…

Lift up the brain, but the right one… the one that it is linked to the heart, creative magnetism… and up to the whole brain, downloading electrical particles… and then down again to the heart and a little lower, to the liver, bringing gravity on stage… and so it goes that route… up, center, down… down, center, up… but always winning with that dose of kindness, mercy, compassion… for us and for all.

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Looking around… here and there…

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The greatest love poem written by my being is for you, G-d.

You move all my internal fibers and transform the bitterest in a sweet nectar, food for my soul.

I have felt many loves, I have taken many trips over the world, looking for something more, always believing that there is something more.

Today I know that there it is and that my continuing internal search leads me to enjoy every second of your encounter, at present, from the pristine depths of my Being.

Author: Nathalie Prado
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