Stretching

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Those moments when we get closer to the letters, we touch the eloquent silences face to face.

After that, we are led to stretch at various levels, guided by the instructions of consciousness.

And trying to stretch, we also stretch the soul. It dilates to grow and alludes to our true purpose: to serve Him.

We don’t stretch as an act of routine, legalism or exaltation, but by the aroma that takes fly whenever we launch the look at the sky. That’s how we are restored.

Stretching is to think within the silence, with the contemplative mind of a non-palpable state but as real as ourselves.

It does not always hurt to stretch, but when it hurts we arrive to unexplored parts of the soul and this of course reaches the body. It’s ethereal air looking for refuge.

We remember that pain in our fragility… our reverence to the greatest of the great. We feel the incomparable Majesty.

Stretching brings us back to the original state in which the DNA sparkled. We come back to the jungle oxygen to share life with the same trees that are our mirror.

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The ladder of prayer

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The prayer is called “ladder”, “the ladder of prayer.” The ladder has four steps corresponding to the spiritual worlds: Asia-Action, Yetzira-Formation, Beria-Creation, Atzilut-Emanation. We go from world to world as we pray.

If I pray with the explanation of the words, understanding the literal meaning and intent of the heart, as a simple Jew who speaks to the Creator, I am in the world of Asia, I am rectifying the world of action in prayer.

When I go another step, another world, we begin to feel how the letters I speak really live, and also join. And every letter that connects to the next is as the marriage of the bride and groom, and this is a wonderful pleasure. It is the vitality and pleasure by the union of the letters, combination of letters. This means that I am now in the world of Formation.

When I rise more, all my word vanishes inside the letters of thought, to the point that I no longer feel I’m talking, but only that there is an inner, spiritual flow; then I am in the World of Creation.

Then there is something greater than this, when I arrive to the absolute nothingness, the nothing real, where all senses are canceled, there is only G-d. So I am in the world of Atzilut.

Source: Itzjak Ginsburgh, Instituto Gal Einai de Israel
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Sophisticated tools

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We move energy… We move energy and awake beautiful situations.

The strength of the soul wins to everything that is visible. It’s to paint a colorful game in the world, with sophisticated tools.

They are letters… Letters are the ones with the power… but the power to do good. They create… but of course… they aren´t any letter. No!

They come up with accents, tones, inflections. They are algorithms of thought… Letters… They are…They are because they are. They are divine and sophisticated.

Celestial movement on Earth. The soul expands through meditation.

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Connecting in the cave

Local stories of Tzfat, Israel

We met a young woman named Rachel. Her face and expression were full of light.

She took us for a walk, to have a meeting with the Creator.

We go up and up, enjoying the scenery. We breathe the air like home, so alive.

Citadel, that’s how Tzfat is called… Is the stage for the real magic. Everything communicates, everything has allegory.

After waking up our eyes painted with words, we come down, down and down by the same path.

We went into a cave, but it was already very dark. There with the echo of our breathing we raise our love.

Rachel began singing in Hebrew. A voice of that makes our silence be transported with letters to the citadel.

Rachel used a spotlight. On one side was the flag of the Messiah and on the other side was a crown with the name of the Messiah in Hebrew (משיח)… Beside the Crown, it said: ESTHER…

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Intruders out!

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There is still fear in the DNA… Crystallized… Generations have passed and just… fear…

This stops, insults, mistreats… as if it is the owner…

It is time to remove the embedded records in the DNA…

Regeneration. We rose to explore and kill the intruders.

The time has come! We can finish with LOVE.

Formula: light, letters, silence. Light, letters, silence. Light, letters, silence…

Goodness and passion into action. Unit.

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The secrets of Esther: Part III

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It’s about thinking of GIVING. It’s the kindness that connects, resembling the PURE SOURCE. That is the INTEGRAL PEACE, the maximum vibration that makes everything dance.

We come from there, from hiding into the discovery. Names of the Creator are placed throughout the book.

Likewise it happens in this world. There are things we don´t see… and we need to tell them to open the eyes of those who don´t see that light… REVELATION.

The Creator reveals by hiding, and sometimes by hiding, he reveals. The same happens for each of us.

It is only through stories we can reveal ourselves… There are dynamism, characters, situations…

And is in every book, reading letters, words or sentences (with analogies, poetry, symbols) make us reach a deeper, inner understanding.

That is the great journey of the soul of each one… Looking inside there the light which response to the existence of ourselves and others… An approach to the origin…

Therefore, Hebrew gives us its wealth of letters, gradually showing everything. In Hebrew, WORLD (OLAM, עולם) also means concealment.

So if we focus on the world’s surface, we will just see aimless chaos, but when we see it with the Word, we appreciate the LIGHT and receiving… It’s to dis-COVER the purposes.

This material world is just full of feelings, challenges, etc. but doesn’t know that other High World… where everything is possible, perfect, eternal and real.

We are revealing along with many other storytellers.

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The wine cup

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Put the letters in the glass. Put the letters in the glass. Silver, silver. A silver cup.

There is wine, delicious and rich, but it is pure and real.

Start calling, to meditate. Awaken the souls of the world. Little by little they are joining.

It sounds, sounds the instrument. It sounds and scatters light to all mankind.

Splashes wine. Splashes. Splashes in the souls of many. In every corner.

They call, they call, they call the wine. Come! Come! Come!

Elegant wine that creates the best stories. Distributor thoughts.

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It was the silence…

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It was the silence. Silence of not seeing each other and respecting our breaks.

It was the silence. Responsible for raising the alphabet to decode the light…

He came to our guts, hidden in our own composition.

I listened to you while you surprised me with flashes. Together we created, together with the Supreme.

Mirrors, friends, family, letters… No matter… It is to give with gratitude.

It is the intuition screaming us not to desist. But of course: it was the silence…

All woke up… Without stopping what had been thought or desired.

It was the silence. It was not our silence… and yes it was… but we were more than the silence.

He is now history. It was the silence of the infinite creator.

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In the stillness of our soul…

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Always with you on this trip. It is impossible to forget you… You know and recognize the ellipsis in detail… It is a thread that pulls from the heart to the belly. Total reverence that has always driven us. In your mind we’ve always been.

It’s the stillness of everything with the sound of strings, again and again. Olive tree lovers, with marked taste of all these spontaneous memories… of those who at that moment have dreamed so many stories.

With you it was. Today clearer and finer, but always with you. It’s just a magnetic awakening… We spread others. It is love, the reign we expect. It is love, to which we have changed the position of the letters, other mixtures that don’t look good… but it returns… LOVE with its transcendent location.

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Broken words

I dreamed of broken pieces of a broken body, in a broken heart that lived in a broken world.

I dreamed I lived in a world of words moving in a circle, full of letters, alive mandalas filled with letters, that at the same time contained more letters, rotating in a spiral way.

And while dreaming, it was raining letters and words with accents of lightning that lit up everything in its path.

I dreamed I was a verb in a metaphorical sentence of some universal poem. My heart was illustrated by a drawing and my organs were represented by words of compassion and love.

The sounds of the blood pumping through my body became musical notes and when inhaled, lungs transformed the air in other words, beautiful, magical… alive.

In the middle of the agitation of the night I found that a word was missing. The symphony was incomplete. And then I woke up. Even with closed eyes and living in this parallel world inside me I felt belonging to a broken world, within a broken body within a broken heart full of broken words, because my invented world could not be otherwise, because as it is, it is full, free, happy.

Author: Nathalie Prado
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