All I ever was, is a child. I made this sketch with motherhood on my mind and childhood in my heart.
What if the freckles on my face and on my body are maps of the galaxy. Secret riddles to solve the paradox of life. Crimes from past lives or indicators of spiritual powers of great magnitude. The mole on my cheek, a blueprint of universal karma. I like to think I'm important.
A strange sense of clarity comes over me after the shock.
A train of thought going through my mind. It feels ineviteble that this is happening. The gletcher storm comes closer. The solid storm of ice swallows everything in it's path. I can't see beyond the storm. What kind of destruction it leaves behind. I'm in a house, a solid tree house with a window where I can see everything.
No panic, just a small worry... Will it hurt?
A strange acceptance.
In that moment it slows down, the storm of white, blue and grey.
I think it's moving slower.
Maybe to give me time to prepare?
It's definitely still comming. Bit's of landscape slowly disappearing in the horizon.
This feels big.
This feels exciting.
A new world.
But first the storm will swallow me.
Pretty soon it will happen. The sun will kill the last traces of winter. The grass is dead and dry and trees still bare, but not barren. They are all pregnant with buds and promises of glowing green... It's a matter of weeks... Days... Hours!
Follow the bliss laid out right in front of you. When you relax onto your path without straining to know and controle each step. You realise your life is a dream in the making that flows with your willingness to trust life. Bliss comes to the human mind that has let down it's guard and trusts with the power and fullness of their soul, whilst acting with the integrity of the human heart. It's intelligent design knows bliss. The soul fuels on light. Go lay on a grassfield with the sun kissing your closed eyelids. Observe the warm colors incasing your closed eyes. Let your finger dig into the earth. Send loving thoughts to someone you know. Whilst keeping in mind that, that moment and how you percieve it is your choice.
Human incarnations is in essense quests for the holy grail. Easy to get lost on the way home. Rest assured you will return, every time. In the process of dying your lesson resolves. You, the soul, customized this incarnation to have a third dimensional experience on mother earth. A mere quest, in where the real adventure is remembering who you in essense are. Temporary memory loss to regain memory. Seemingly containing physical pain, fear and stress. In the sphere of time this is a short time in your existence, and is a part of a much bigger expansion taking place in your galaxy. You create your incarnations out of the free will of your eternal being. Nothing was done to you, ever. No force govern you. That is an illusion of the third realm. In essense you where the holy grail all along and will remain so. When you return to unity, light, scorce, you will be pulled into individuality again, this is the dynamic of existence, until your elevation is finished. Life does not occur without. Breathe, and make the most of this current human memory you carry around in your current human body. Beyond the gold is shining. Enjoy the beauty of this planet, and reading this message in this point in time and space.
To the primitive human edible and medicinal plants is expression of nurtuering, protection and upholding of life and love from within the core of planet earth. She wants you to be full. When you stop relying on food and the air surrounding you feeds your carnal needs, she will still remain nurturing to you and your physical life through the plants that will provide the oxygen you will then live of. Giving back to her is your physical incarnations purpose and calling. Upholding earth's and natures life is your physical inheritance. Your soul knows what she needs. It's up to you to take it upon yourself to respond to her calling. She whispers with a soft ancient voice from the living, breathing soil. She knows why you must deny her. In your surrender to your own suffering, you forget her. She will never deny you once you turn to her. She is pure symbiosis. Something in our minds has polluted the natural symbiosis of humans natural tendencies. She will be there to take your remains back into the ground. In the end your physical body will return to her, and she will rejoice in your dead bodies minerals. As all life is borrowed so shall our impacts be. She will keep growing and providing in her abundant nature until she is defeated to the last drop of water. When she dies, she shall be reborn. She is the upholder of all physical life and she knows no sides in the war of the human condition. She only knows growth, love, death and birth. She is your true provider of motherly nourishment, and she will cradle you until your last earthling incarnation.