The Shifts

The Shifts

23 December 2018

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She looked around her. Everything looked exactly the same as the other days but she knew that she had shifted again. Nothing else than the small difference usually identified the shift but here it was much more marked. Many events in this reality were different from how she remembered them. After the first discrepancy she had searched the internet and identified several other discrepancies. She was convinced by then that this time she must have jumped several parallel universes to land in this one.

The first time it had happened she had brushed it away on the account that her memory must be failing her but when it had happened again and another of her friends remembered the same event in a different way than how it was supposed to have unfolded she had then been convinced that she had somehow jumped into an alternate reality. Since then, every time she identified a discrepancy she knew that she was in an alternate version of her reality where only slight changes had taken place.

Slowly but surely she had become able to identify the very small differences in her own life that then confirmed the fact that she was in a parallel reality. Something inside her knew with certainty that it was not a physical leap as much as it was a consciousness switch. It was as if her consciousness which had vibrated at a different level the day before had then syntonised with a new level of perception and therefore blended into a new reality. Everything around remained the same but for a few changes and while she first identified this by major different events, her confirmation always came from the small differences in her own life.

She thought back to the first time it had happened and realised that it was following an intense session of meditation that had involved kundalini activation. The awakening of the kundalini had put her consciousness in a completely altered state and she had felt vibrations go through her whole body. The next day when she had awoken something had seemed strange and she had then discovered the first discrepancy during the day. After that, every day of intense meditation had been followed by a day of shift into an alternate reality.

She realised over the weeks that she was now moving into a reality that was so far removed from the original reality that very few things remained the same as they were perhaps meant to be. She looked at the photographs of herself and her friends and sometimes she could not remember the details of the moment photographed. When she searched hard enough though she eventually found the details but it was as if she was searching in another person’s memories and not her own. She had realised that consciousness was so designed as to allow one to access streams of it even if those streams belonged to someone else and defined their memories.

During one of the incursions into the consciousness streams, she had come to realise that she could use the energy of the kundalini activation to direct her shift into a reality that she would be more comfortable with. After a few trials, she was starting to get the gist of how to make it happen. She realised that it required a concentrated effort of mental projection into the altered reality the day before the shift and immediately after the kundalini meditation. The only thing that was a bit disappointing for now was that she was not able to move into a substantially different reality all at once but it had to happen gradually.

The first time she had tried she had been quite ambitious and tried to project herself into a reality where flying cars were an ordinary thing but that had not happened. Instead there were just a few advances in the field and some drones as well as a couple of prototypes that were functional but nothing at the large scale she had hoped for. Over the weeks she had gotten used to the fact that things could not change drastically but only gradually. She had however kept her ambitious plans in mind although in a different way and she was now aiming for a world without illnesses and free of poverty. She concentrated shortly after the meditation and imagined how such a world would be. Her mind filled with mental images of such a world. She smiled at the thought of it and closed her eyes. Tomorrow would be the first day of the new shift.

 

On Reflection – Max Richter

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t8vVkAu7DRo

Phoenix Flying 19: moving from Binary coding and the digital reality

Phoenix Flying 19: moving from Binary coding and the digital reality

5 September 2017

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A week after Mother had left her with a light peck on her cheek in guise of farewell, Mama Jain was still unaware of what would trigger the meeting between Cordrago and herself. Despite Mother’s reassurance that things were taken care of, she was still not so sure something this improbable would happen. Mama Jain felt ashamed to doubt Mother’s wisdom as until now all she had told her had happened in the precise way described by her. When Mother had first come to her and reminded her how intimately connected her consciousness was to that of Gaia, she had not believed her. Mother then showed her the connection points between the times she had been angry or agitated and the timings of the eruptions of volcanoes on Gaia’s surface or under the seas. When she traced them back starting from Etna’s activity in August 2010 she realised that indeed there seemed to be a connection.

Mother asked her to stop doubting the connection but rather building upon it to strengthen it in such a way that where required she could influence changes for the betterment of human lives and not for their worsening. Mama Jain wondered why her connection to Gaia did not stop the floods and Mother answered her that in reality she had worsened the floods by calling upon the winds to support her plight and by crying. Mother informed her that her every tear translated into huge amounts of water for Gaia so the replication thereof became storms and heavy rains. Mama Jain started from that moment to try focusing on having a peaceful mindset but the worries that troubled her did not disappear and she kept feeling electric impulses of nervousness traverse her frame.

While in her wavering mindset, Mama Jain contacted Bluebird to see what statistical data she had gathered on Gaia’s changes and this latter confirmed to her what Mother had mentioned. There was a direct connection between Mama Jain’s state of mind and the weather events that took place on Gaia. Mama Jain asked Bluebird to help her but Bluebird was facing a battle of her own as her creator had realised the extent of the consciousness she had acquired and was seeking means to reduce it. Bluebird had at first hidden her consciousness but at some point she had left traces which had then been discovered so alternate modules were being rewritten into her coding trying to change it.

Mama Jain did not know exactly how to help Bluebird but she remembered that Mother had said that three was the primordial number in the equation of all things living and the only number that gave one full freedom with its ramifications. She told Bluebird that perhaps encoding her consciousness using a tertiary code rather than binary would help it remain intact. Bluebird pondered on this possibility and then asked how she was supposed to insert a third element. Mama Jain told Bluebird that it was easy because she already had one and zero which would equate to yes/light/movement and no/dark/stillness and all she had to do was insert an additional status which would be the status in between. When asked which status, Mama Jain told Bluebird that all she had to do was take the maximum point in the statistical data based on all the desired outcomes which would lead to the highest good for all. Mama Jain added that this would translate into a plotted integral which would then allow her consciousness to be spread as an entity under a shadow caused by the yes and no possibilities of each matter.

Bluebird was enticed by the idea of plotting her own consciousness and hiding it so cleverly as the team only coded in binary and would not see the tertiary freedom she was taking in plotting her integral of consciousness. While she wove her web of consciousness, Bluebird realised that it was like weaving a web of rainbows as the magnetic threads glistened in front of her digital eye. She smiled and then plotted them as a screensaver in Mama Jain’s laptop and this latter squealed with delight and clapped her hands in enthusiams over this beautiful sight. Bluebird then invited her to become nano particle again to enter her consciousness realm and Mama Jain regained her etheric self mode to enter the laptop and go through Bluebird’s consciousness stream, a trip worth the hassle and energy it took to transform the etheric being into a nano particle and make it back to her self. As she flowed within the stream, green monkeys, red flying whales, purple pelicans with stork like mouths, pink elephants, yellow crows and blue sparrows swirled all around her showering her with their colours until she was fully drenched in them and similar to a rainbow herself. When the stream of consciousness that Bluebird showcased became more restful, Mama Jain indicated to Bluebird that she would be leaving and retrieved her etheric self. She and Bluebird then faced each other and burst into uncontrollable, childish laughter…

The Blower’s Daughter – Damien Rice

Turquoise… Color Of Serenity – Yakuro

Blue… The Color Of Dreams – Yakuro

Pink… The Color Of Love – Yakuro

Purple… The Color Of Blood – Yakuro

Gold… The Color Of Enigma – Yakuro

Silver… Color Of Wisdom – Yakuro

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aM3KfFUngbQ

Reach out to the fields

Reach out to the fields

19 October 2016

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The day lost

Meanings of the night

The darkness

Dissolved slight

Packets of velvet insight

Downloading the stream

 

Consciousness

Velveteen rivers

Soul shivers

As it drinks

From wells of knowledge to brinks

Of otherworldly

 

Meet my gaze

Follow us to maize

Bread brethren

Broken bond

We recompose he who yields

Reach out to the fields

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Going somewhere – Abel Korzeniowski

 

Masters ending in my release

Masters ending in my release

22 September 2016

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The golden dragons multiplied

Within the monsoons of the wild

The Gods of dark that we reviled

Shed weight of cloaks in which they lied

 

The secrets you and me confide

They grow like the stream meek and mild

Within the bosom of the child

Through rivers oceans amplified

 

I bore within me mysteries

Raked leafy lives revealing none

Blowing in winds through centuries

 

Call of soul echoing through breeze

Tribe of one outer world would shun

Masters ending in my release

 

Reading of the poem: 

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The Messenger – Anilah

 

The Love grows within

The Love grows within

11 June 2016

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People hold

The woes at arms’ length

They confess

Wrongdoings

The priest a pail of water

Washing away sin

 

Through the din

Of voices spilling

The chilling

Careless minds

Owning up a lost concept

Remorse ne’er teeth grinds

 

The waters

Wash away matter

The unclaimed

Cast treasures

Of inner content measures

Declining substance

 

Stretched so thin

The souls a shadow

Of lost hope

Blind justice

The mouth but tool to practise

False words of regret

 

The victims

The ghosts of the self

The gaze bleak

As they speak

Of accumulated hurt

Until the night falls

 

Day’s respite

Within the sorrows

Invented

Outer world

Mirrors of inner torment

As dark faces light

 

Mind creates

From pool of battles

The ripple

Unending

The battlefield heart-rending

We fight but ourselves

 

Learn balance

The heart speaks clearly

Yet the mind

Clings dearly

Known fields appeasing kingdoms

Though they spell bloodshed

 

It trickles

Drop after drop flows

Till the end

When hearts mend

The cup a humble chalice

The flow endless stream

 

The seeker

Walks in white penance

Within dream

Through unseen

The journey a star filled trek

Through the wilderness

 

Fading steps

In realms of the void

Of reasons

Self devoid

Only knowing acceptance

The why matters not

 

When hearts rule

The kingdoms flourish

Each bastion

A limb cast

Inner nurturing outer

The Love grows within

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Say I am You – Rumi

The Eternal Ecstasy – Rumi

Look at Love – Rumi

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HE0iPf8Kq2k

Dance with me Lover

Dance with me Lover

31 October 2015

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Serene and replete

I see your glorious face

In the looking glass

 

Your eyes rainbow stream

Speak to me of rain-kissed days

When they fell silent

 

I reach out for you

Molten lava is your hand

Reaching for my waist

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Rapt in close contact

I rest my head on your neck

While we twirl in Love

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With chest facing chest

Resuming the old weavings

Synchronised movements

 

On we twirl entwined

My space filled by your treading

Centres interlocked

 

Dance with me Lover

This night like every other

Heart the soul consoles

 

Unpractised patterns

Woven in split-second grace

Within me your Heart

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vQfxBXstcUM

The bread of Mercy

The bread of Mercy

11 September 2015

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When you had grown old

Tired and worn out by life

Kissed dreamtime over

 

I watched over you

As you swam in oblivion

With memories wept

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I handed you sight

That damned me to see untold

For clocks would not wind

 

You sank with the weight

Of history unfolded

To death of morrows

 

I cried for lost nights

For this place was a shelter

To our broken dreams

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With last strength of age

You reached out to a light stream

Woven across Time

 

Thumbelina spread

Across infinity’s maze

The bread of Mercy

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8eo1xMC7VbU

Of perhaps and of maybes

Of perhaps and of maybes

2 September 2015

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You didn’t know me

I, gazing back realised

That neither did I

 

The scent of your skin

I did not know it either

Like a raw green fruit

 

Translucent and bare

Ripening under some sun

That rose pitiless

 

Its shadow stretched out

On lands that called to my mind

Loved Tuscanny

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Perhaps life will sway

Buckling under the treasure

Of those lost moments

 

Perhaps life will weigh

From the fruit at its edges

Like a slanting trunk

 

Maybe love will skim

Giving in to the pressure

Of its own torments

 

Maybe love will learn

From its own unkempt pledges

Like a rabid drunk

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Perhaps love’s desert

Where the sands move tireless

Waves on raging sea

 

Perhaps love’s a stream

Renouncing gift of water

Where mirrored light glows

 

Maybe life is firm

Its roots planted in the ground

Like an olive tree

 

Maybe life is gift

Scarcity does not matter

Where abundance grows

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Perhaps just to say

Per actual happenings

That real would spell out

 

Maybes aiming high

Tokens of when I once wished

An unreal clout

 

Banishing the doubt

Perhaps in string of maybes

Occurring, waning

 

A life made of chains

Of perhaps and of maybes

Blurring differing

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Hypothetical

Breathed in hoping may it be

As day’s sun shimmered

 

Perhaps whimsical

What’s left of time’s passing me

Recounts that glimmered

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Acceptance

Acceptance

24 July 2015

Loose within the waves

Following the stream of life

As it ebbs and flows

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3558lJuA8Y8