by Amélie Longuet
There was once an awakening, a body outlet, a wonderful escape to the beyond. I was there, lying in the heart of the mob. My soul stretched outward with an open heart. Something within me aspired to salvation.
In the twinkling of an eye, at the location of the pineal eye, my vision went blind. These are voices that I was hearing, those of extra-terrestrial presences. When each came up to me, she carried a common message. They called me the Earth, they called me planet, they talked to me, Pachamama. The moment stretched beyond time and space, it crossed the heavens and the strata up to this place where ideas grow to infinity. I was all ears, transported to the junction of the worlds. A lunar energy was exposing me to the system. At that time, Mars was at its closest. Venus which, albeit respectfully, tends to congratulate my background and justify my cracks. I was called perfect. My heart, far too incarnate, dissolved into particles of nothingness. The blue planet filled my chakras, I became all at once. The voice of the multiple dimensions were answering, one by one, each of my existential questions. It remained a part of me, maybe ego, which was surprised and flattered. It seemed to me I was expected to have the awareness of a star.
Since I was made with a free will, I was asked to participate in consciousness. Whatever its form, it was very a matter of my seeds. My sacred qualities, bauxite and oxygen, carbon and mitochondria are called to fertilize the entire universe. I am to become an apprentice and wisely trust. They invited me to grow in the outstanding free sharing. I was fauna and flora. The universe had provided us with all his treasures. He counted on us to make good use. Read more »