Yes it’s true, not easy but true! it shattered inside … like a ticking bomb.
No feeling was the premise.
No fear no anger no love.
Love is what started it all.
It crawled slowly…a gaze at a time, the promise of hands touching, unspoken words…it all added up.
The sum of it’s parts stacked like rocks.
Heavy load.
It must be contained, it’s weight released.
But how?
It expanded, it chocked, it grew heavier and heavier by the minute by the hours…
The space in between unbearable.
Perhaps it’s only passion, perhaps nostalgia and regret,
perhaps time lost, life not lived… forgotten.

Who woke her up?
How long has she been asleep?
The look in the mirror was that of a stranger… the eyes of a raven.

I wonder if you know, if you heard it happening… exploding  loudly…
pieces everywhere.
I didn’t hear it either, or saw it coming… it happened: You did.
Who are you?

A confession when spoken changes everything… it creates an ongoing current.
Once out,  nothing can contain it, even if its a momentary truth.
It will get hold of you, lure you, convince you that it’s real and there is nothing you can do. Such a trickster! 

I am the one you’ve been looking for.
The promise of freedom and endless happiness.
I am the wild horse, the cunning fox, the all knowing eagle.

She spilled herself all over the table… a broken jar of sticky yoghurt moving quietly… inexorably towards the edge.
She wanted to implode and become dust… disappear.
She did the opposite.
It rained words until she got too deep.
She wanted to scream, she couldn’t…she sank instead.

What are you going to do about it? Yes, you!
It was you who started this remember?
… a soft echo.

Oh, the heartbreak!
I’m unravelling silently, wet, unnoticed… traveling slowly through each of my heart chambers.
Is it possible to be loved again?

I am late.
The promise of us in the sun strolling, holding hands… the sound of our breaths sweating in unison… your hair and my hair tangled… our smiles together in complicity.
You have only started gathering memories, strokes… star-dust.
Me, I have accumulated a universe including a black hole menacing to swallow it all.
You are a newborn sun, bright as my heart can take.
I am a red dwarf about to implode and give birth to a new universe.

She sits by the tree and buries her feet in the ground by its roots.
She is the tree: arms stretch out and high, flowers blooming, crowning her beauty. She is majestic but she doesn’t know it.
Birds come and go, eating from her fruit. She loves them all,  but there’s only one she wants to keep.

Attachment is a natural disaster. 
It strands your willingness to grow… it tangles all desires, all dreams  and turns them into paper, signatures and bills.
No, do not let it catch you on a starry night, do not let it promise you eternal life… Run! Run as fast as you can.

Im not yours to hold or keep or own. I’m not your scale,  your window or escape door. I am only pointing a mirror straight back at you.
I can’t love you more than you already do.

The forbidden fruit that started the fall.
It wasn’t love but the illusion of love who took hold of it all…
A false deity who called itself god.
It announced its promise as the only way, the golden ticket, the end of the road.
It was him who one morning held her heart hostage and placed that ticking bomb…
The rest is history,  you know how it  goes!

Purple clouds crossed the blue vastness… red hues and a stroke of black.
She opened her boxed heart with a large key delivered to her in a dream.
All possible explanations were taken out carefully, as if by a well rehearsed magician:
First the whys, then the hows and at the end the truth all wrapped up in layers and layers of cotton candy.

There it was… a hidden jewel.
Her eyes covered in night sky, his  ocean gaze looking shyly…
waiting for her to just say it.
Did she?

Emotions are untouched islands until they get discovered.
Uncharted territory, difficult to map out.

Stop right there…  
All that guess-work is futile. 
Reality does not feel. It is measurable. It simply works or it doesn’t… no grey areas, no hesitation, no room for feedback. 

Gravity exists like a heavy burden, a reminder we are bound to our feet, no room for wings. 

Seize the opportunity!
Take my hands, my eyes, my unwavering love for you.
Can’t you see?
I am your next big story,  your overture… the passage to a whole new world.

Too much is at stake. 

The dream is dissolving…
I am a drop of water left on the counter: unseen, untouched, left to dry.
I am a lonely seed traveling far through barren land, looking for fertile ground.

There is only a full moon… solitary, sterile, illuminating nothing.
Her face hiding in a mask.
His, hiding in a crowd.
The dance of the knights commenced in bright reds, all gathered and ready for the sacrifice.

Will I have the strength to hold my instincts intact?
Will I keep the facade of a well rehearsed act?
The hollow laugh, the glitter covering my hands….
All I want is to touch yours!

My heart bleeds fire.
I’m cold.


I wish I knew you when I was young
The sun is gone… I can only share my moods with you.
Now it’s all quiet and gone…
Tangled in sparkle and fluff.


Morning came and with it … light.
The flowers have fallen from the tree… their scent lifting the spell.
She is stronger than ever.
No birds, no ravens, no cunning fox.

The mask is back on the wall.


She had to shed her skin… crack it open, all scales, all bones, all dusty feathers… It meant focus and determination, commitment and pain. 

There’s been always the suspicion that something was left behind, unanswered, broken, overlooked and untried. It had to be found, chased and dragged out! All those layers of boredom stuck to the bones.. all the comfort for nothing.. adventures quite dead. 

Why did you have to tell him?
Why did you break the spell, the wall, the glass box.
I feel naked and unsure
Can’t hold your gaze without holding my breath!
… Solitude.


The truth hurts the strong and the weak. 
All secrets revealed. 
Nothing will be the same again. 
Beauty lies beneath the storm, everything washed clean. 


Cintamani Stone & My Activation from the stars.



This narration is based on personal experience and is not claiming any scientific proof of any kind regarding receiving and being in contact and activated by a Cintamani stone (1) This is a subjective, first personal account of what was experienced and seen during a deep meditation and under the guidance of inner truth, usually refered as the higher self or the I AM presence. It is this presence who summoned me, conversed with me and showed me visions.

 I have connected succesfuly with my I AM presence…

I was guided towards the 8th dimension  in stages as I was listening to 108 OMS chanting meditation.(2)   I received the light encoded version of my physical Cintamani stone…

The GOLDEN light coded stone from Sirius was reunited through me with the 3Dimensional stone I held in my hands, thus creating a sacred trinity.

“The Cinatamani stone started working with you the moment it was on its way to you…”

It certainly cleansed me deeply the moment I received it as I was struck by a strong fever and flu like symptoms that lasted almost 7 days… This thourough cleanse was needed first in order for the stone to be activated by my I AM presence.

The etheric version of the stone was placed inside my Pineal Gland, the seat of my soul, and a powerful, unbreakable channel/pillar of light was activated within my chore, my heart centre, all my glands (specially the pituitary) and my chakras… creating an all-lighted-strong cocoon of protection and light around me. I could also see a light pyramid activated around my house so only the highest of energies could be received and channeled. My home was shown to me to become a sacred space for gatherings and initiation.

I was prompted to commit to my mission fully.

I was shown the many times I surrendered to the will of my I AM presence and how my life direction was steered into alignment with my mission.  I was reminded how recently I asked for this alignment again and it had been granted.

“You will be shown the path you must lead towards your spiritual mission and personal ascension”

I was told about my stellar lineage: First Pleyadian,  worked with the creator race in Venus and alongside Sirius science and technology programs and also part of the benevolent Andromedans.

“All your past has been liberated, all contracts nullified”  I was assured I would be able to reunite with my stellar family and travel through star systems once again!  I was then shown the importance of the self work I did following the work of Dr. Katherine May(3) and how commitment and discipline is required once again, through a high vibrational diet which I had got more flexible with overtime …this time with the guidance of Ascended Master Serapis Bey(4)

I was also assured that no mayor transformation was longer needed in my life as I have done it already and have done the inner work..“You would keep on your spiritual mission within your current circumstances for the time being…” I was then shown the healing center and community I have envisioned for  a long time.

I was reminded and shown codes of light that reside within me, the seed of light that connects me directly to source. I was also shown my connection the the Agarthan network who have been in contact with me  through dreams in the past.

“Pay attention to your dream state…they are encoded with messages”


I have been activated and given the template, the framework for my ascension…

I will be tested and in time I will ACTIVATE and MANIFEST my personal ascension on the next wave. I had a very clear vision of the planetary ascension process, I could see it happening and successfully carried on… In order to achieve this I had to keep the buzzing feeling I was experiencing, the complete peace of mind and presence of my divine self and the pure love that was spreading from my heart centre towards each nucleus of my cells.

“From now on, you need to observe every single thought, word and action you have you say and you take so it is of the highest vibration, of the purest love and live and work this way”

I am ready, so it is, so it starts, so I AM my I AM presence, the I AM that I AM.


-I was ON and OFF.


(1) Refrences about Cintamani Stones:

If you feel guided to get a Cintamani Stone:

(2)  108 OM Meditation I usually meditate facing the sun for 33 minutes at a time. OM meditation helps me focus on my inner truth and allow most of my thoughts to disipate quickly.  



Other posts which may inspire you towards inner transformation and ascension:

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What is holding us back?


Our youth is rioting, do they have a choice?


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La exclusión de la mujer de la vida espiritual de la humanidad comenzó precisamente en la religión.

Así lo declaró Alejandro Jodorowski al convocar un Acto de Psicomagia con la finalidad de reinstalar el valor espiritual de la mujer dentro de la sociedad, retomando así su derecho divino de ser, si así lo desea, una líder espiritual.

En su página web de Plano Creativo explicó el porqué de este acto e invitó a todas las mujeres del mundo a participar en silencio y de manera pacífica el Sábado 7 de mayo de este año y de todos los años siguientes.

El acto, aunque parecía sencillo: Mujeres vestidas de Papisas caminaran en silencio en el Vaticano y en todas las iglesias del mundo, en realidad fue bastante provocador para una sociedad masculina y un estado-iglesia que no tolera la presencia femenina dentro de la religión más que como servidora, virgen o madre.

A continuación pongo un extracto de la invitación al acto:

ALEJANDRO JODOROWSKY: En Corintios 1, San Pablo afirma en (11.3):

Pero quiero que sepáis que Cristo es la cabeza de todo varón, y el varón es la cabeza de la mujer…”

En otras palabras, el hombre tiene gran posibilidad de contactar a Dios, pero la mujer debe contactarse con el hombre para que este la contacte con Dios… Las palabras de San Pablo han guiado a la Iglesia, que las ha aplicado al pie de la letra: los hombre tienen derecho al sacerdocio, las mujeres no. La vida espiritual de la cristiandad (y también en casi todas las otras religiones con igual desprecio por el espíritu femenino) está dirigida por el vicario de un Dios Padre, un Papa, sin que se le de un representante a la mitad de la humanidad, las mujeres, encarnada en una Papisa. La Diosa-Madre fue expulsada de los credos hace ya milenios. Es hora de que esta situación cambie. No se puede edificar una sana sociedad sobre la base del desprecio a a la espiritualidad femenina y a su sutil inteligencia….

La mujer aporta a la vida espiritual la diferencia complementaria, y esto debe ser reconocido. No se trata de ir contra la religión, sino de enriquecerla, equilibrarla, hacerla justa…

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Estas fotografías fueron tomadas éste Sábado pasado, y aunque no fueron tantas mujeres como se esperaban en el Vaticano, no dejó de ser un acto que, por un lado causó conflicto en otras mujeres que lo presenciaron, (video del acto en el vaticano) pero que por otro rompió esquemas y fue el inicio a una re-evolución social, como la llama Jodorowski.

El acto también se realizó en España, Chile, México y Argentina con mayor apoyo y menos resistencia.

Alejandro Jodorowski nos dice acerca del acto que…

“El sexo femenino de ninguna manera debe simbolizar una tentación sexual diabólica, la mujer, siempre injustamente  comparada a la mitológica  Eva, no es la tentadora, la que precipita a los hombres al “pecado original”, no debe tener como único rol social el ser madre, sino que debe ser el polo complementario del hombre en todas sus actividades , no su servidora humillada… Esto sucede no sólo en la cristiandad sino en todas las otras religiones del planeta…”

Y el mensaje es esperanzador: La unificación de lo masculino y lo femenino en el centro de la tradición religiosa, es la semilla que liberará a futuras generaciones de cadenas y paradigmas innecesarios y destructivos.

Cierro con esta verdad Jororowskiana:

“..Si sólo un hombre, un Papa, es el representante de Dios en el mundo, los niños crecerán creyendo que la realidad es un producto de la mente viril. Las pequeñas niñas crecerán sintiendo que sólo tienen derecho a contactarse con la Conciencia Suprema a través de los hombres. Esto provocará sentimientos dolorosos de inferioridad, y más tarde, la sociedad no contará con el valioso aporte que puede otorgarle la inteligencia y la creatividad femenina….”

Las papisas son un símbolo necesario en este mundo actual, donde el desequilibrio de los hombres solos, machos, nos ha llevado a la guerra, a las industrias nocivas, a la competición incesante, al egoísmo narcisista, a la aberrante distribución de la riqueza, al envenenamiento de la Tierra.

Quién es Alejandro Jodorowski?

Alejandro (Alexandro) Jodorowsky Prullansky (TocopillaChile17 de febrero de 1929), es un artista polifacético chileno de origen judíoucraniano, nacionalizado francés en 1980.

Entre sus muchas facetas destacan las de escritordramaturgoactorpoetadirector teatraldirector de cineguionista de cine,compositor de bandas sonorasescultor y escenógrafo en cineguionista de cómicsdibujante y autor de “Fabulas Pánicas”, instructor del tarotmimopsicoterapeuta y psicomago. Fundó, junto a Roland Topor y Fernando Arrabal, el Grupo Pánico.1 Su aportación más controvertida es la psicomagia, una técnica que conjuga los ritos chamánicos, el teatro y el psicoanálisis, pretendiendo supuestamente provocar en el paciente una catarsis de curación. También es conocido en el mundo del cine por dirigir los controvertidos largometrajes La Montaña SagradaEl Topo o Santa sangre, entre otras.

A la edad de veinticuatro años quemó sus fotografías y se fue de Chile, recalando en París en 1953.  Vivió casi veinte años enMéxico, entre 1960 y 1977 (con un paréntesis en 1973-1974, en el que residió en Nueva York) y desde 1980 reside en Francia, país del que ha adquirido la nacionalidad.

 En la actualidad, Jodorowsky vive en París, donde da clases de tarot y conferencias sobre sus técnicas terapéuticas (la psicomagiay la psicogenealogía) en el Cafe Le Téméraire próximo a su casa de la avenida Daumesnil.

¿Qué es la Psicomagia? La psicomagia es una forma de terapia ultra avanzada. Es una respuesta al psicoanálisis. La psicomagia propone curar algo mediante actos que hablan directamente al inconsciente. Uso toda la tradición chamánica de brujería y curanderas que conocí en México, pero sin superstición. Un acto psicomágico es como darle una amorosa patada en el culo a la realidad. Este impulso que le das, sorpresivo, la hace salir de la inercia y ponerse a danzar. Más Información…

Ligas de interés

Obra Literaria de Alejandro Jodorowski

Plano Creativo, Blog de A. Jodorowski

Do you know since when and why we celebrate Mother´s Day?

Celebrations of mothers and motherhood occur throughout the world; many of these have histories can be traced back to ancient festivals….

There is evidence of mother goddess worship in the ancient world, dating back as far as 6.000 BC, and many mother goddess shrines could be found in ancient times inAsia minor.

Ancient Greece imported the Mother Goddess cult from Asia Minor, in the form of a festival to Cybele, a great mother of Greek gods. It was held around the Vernal Equinoxaround Asia Minor. Originally they identified Cybele with Rhea, the mother of gods. The details were not recorded, and we only know that the goddess was attended by galli.

Ancient Romans appropriated the cult to Cybele/Rhea in order to absorb culturally the Greeks and the habitants of Asia Minor, honoring Cybele in the Hilaria festivals, from theIdes of March (15 March) to 18 March. But the Romans were horrified by the Greek celebrations; they quickly associated the cult to the Roman version of Cybele and they made up their own customs. They also made a separate festival in April dedicated to Magna Deorum Mater Idaea, a version of Cybele that was even further separated from Greek customs. The two goddesses, Cybele and Mater Idaea, were eventually merged into a single entity that was completely Romanized, although they kept using galli.

The festivals of Cybele evolved into the Christian festival of Mothering Sunday, honouring the Virgin Mary and your mother church (the main church of the area) It’s now a long standing tradition, part of the liturgical calendar in several Christian denominations, including Anglicans, and in the Catholic calendar it is marked as Laetare Sunday, the fourth Sunday in Lent.

Children and young people who were “in service” (servants in richer households) were given a day off on that date so they could visit their families (or, originally, return to their “mother” church). The children would pick wild flowers along the way to place them in the church or to give them to their mothers as gifts.

Eventually, the religious tradition evolved into a secular tradition of giving gifts to mothers. This festival survived in the UK and Ireland for longer than in other European countries, and it was repopularised in the 20th Century. Most people are unaware of its historical origins, and regard Mothering Sunday and Mother’s Day as the one and same festival.

Ancient romans had a different unrelated holiday, Matronalia, that was dedicated to Juno; it was intended to favor the fertility of married women. Married women, independently of whether they were mothers or not, made private parties where they prayed for happiness in their marriages and prepared dishes for their female slaves. The husbands gave money and gifts to their wives and prayed for their pregnancy. It was complemented by the Saturnalia festival, where male slaves were given freedom and wives gave presents to their husbands. It was celebrated when the harvests were planted.

So, to all women out there how are Mothers, want to be mothers and are soon to be mothers…

Happy Mothers day!

I´m off

Dates around the world

Gregorian calendar
Occurrence Dates Country
Second Sunday of February February 14, 2010
February 13, 2011
February 12, 2012
March 3  Georgia
March 8  Afghanistan
 Bosnia and Herzegovina
Fourth Sunday inLent March 22, 2009
March 14, 2010
April 3, 2011
 United Kingdom
March 21
 Palestinian territories
Israel Israeli Arabs [20]
 Saudi Arabia
 United Arab Emirates
 Yemen (all Arab countries in general)
 Iraq [21]
April 7  Armenia
First Sunday in May May 2, 2010
May 1, 2011
May 6, 2012
May 8  South Korea (Parents’ Day)
May 10  El Salvador
Second Sunday of May May 9, 2010
May 8, 2011
May 13, 2012
 People’s Republic of China[23]
 Czech Republic[25]
 Hong Kong
 New Zealand
 Papua New Guinea
 Puerto Rico
 Saint Kitts and Nevis
 Saint Lucia
 Saint Vincent and the Grenadines
 Sint Maarten
 South Africa
 Sri Lanka
 Trinidad and Tobago
 United States
May 15  Paraguay (same day as Día de la Patria)[27]
May 26  Poland “Dzień Matki”
May 27  Bolivia[17]
Last Sunday of May May 30, 2010
May 29, 2011
May 27, 2012
 Dominican Republic
 France(First Sunday of June ifPentecostoccurs on this day)
France French Antilles (First Sunday of June if Pentecostoccurs on this day)
 Haiti[28]  Mauritius
May 30  Nicaragua[29]

What is holding us back?


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