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The garden at the back of my parents' house was my favorite refuge as a child. There was a small lawn there on which my mother spread white sheets to lighten in the sun. I lay on the soft grass, oblivious to time, watching the clouds float across the vast blue sky as they took… Continue reading The Garden of Manifestations
In the silence of a recent morning, the word “merge”, accompanied by the visualization of a chameleon, brought with it an unexpected understanding from an innovative perspective of my soul. We always imagine relationships based on fusion of feelings and telepathy as alien to our human reality or, at least, exclusive to enlightened beings or… Continue reading Chameleon Soul
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