On the Wings of the Black Condor
My legs are hugging its ribcage, my fingers dug into its feathers. Through the darkness of space we fly together. Luminescent, twinkling stars are all around us, enchanting us, as we roar and roll through cosmic winds. My heart beats euphoria; my heart is a sun among the stars. The black condor breathes deeply, I inhale emptiness and exhale love. Where the warmth from my heart meets the cold blackness of space, there are the edges of my body. Where my breath mixes with the winds of all worlds, there is the path to my ancient home. The condor looks up at me with glowing white eyes, I smile back through the tears streaming down my face.
We see the twinkling of some galactic cluster up ahead, the smells become alien and shadowy entities begin to emerge. The condor snorts, my nose is runny from the cold. She pins her wings back and dives through the cloud of Qoya.
Ahead of us, a sun is rising. Beautiful white light illuminates our path and reflects into my eyes. This path is the only one, the divine one, the path to heaven. Be fully in love, because this path will never end.
I shift into fourth gear, and we roar down the mountain together.
Healing
The man always had to be so strong, so strong for everyone. Now he is crumpled on his hands and knees, in the darkness where no one could see him. She and I came to him, I placed my hand on his back with the strength and tenderness that she had taught to me.
I know a song that he loves, and I sing it into his ear. She brings her love to him, and we hold him and massage his body and kiss his face. He cries, he laughs. It’s ok to let go now. It’s ok to sprawl and be taken care of. It’s ok to receive this love.
He leans heavily upon me, I hold him tightly. A crack in my back; the pain I’d been dealing with suddenly gone. Gone in my love for him.
We sigh heavily together, we begin to laugh and cry and sing. His face is light and angelic, smiling from ear to ear.
We return to the room and see someone deeply in need of love. The man, full of abundance, goes straight to this person, and hugs him, and assures him, and appreciates him.
The love moves, it heals, it opens. It is the highest religion
How Could I Forget?
We have been tricked into thinking that we are weak; because they have been feeding us poison, into our bodies and into our minds. They are the psychotic gardeners, raping our existence so that their private table may overflow.
Remember, my sweetness, that your power grows like a flower. Eat the true fruits of Pachamama, food prepared in love, without poison, blessed in gratitude, and your petals become soft and moist. Breathe without stress or fear, be gentle to yourself, and your stalk will be firm and move gracefully with the winds. Receive love, give love, give thanks, and be open to the sunshine of the divine, and your petals will become the rich colors of your heart’s desire.
Don’t let them poison you. Don’t listen to the noise, or you’ll become a weed. Remember to give thanks, and to do your work. Remember that you are gentle, beautiful, and wise, you beautiful, beautiful flower.
Doing the Work
This weekend I am now fully at the controls. My visitor, my dear beloved brother, has returned to the States. After reflecting on my work the last few weeks, it’s been a little distracted and I’ve been effective but not full power. My focus is now re-doubled as my autonomy returns.
The path ahead of me is exciting, and will require all of my skills. My job has grown, while my hours have shrunk. A problem with Peruvian Internet has shrunk the job slightly, and this week all things feel as if they will become normalized.
I have so much gratitude for my team, for the vision of my company, for trusting my autonomy. This week my intention is to complete several challenging tasks, to exceed my own expectations, and to cultivate more abundance for all of us through my contribution to key projects.
A few key notes from this week:
- Be gentle with yourself
- When your song plays, it’s time for you to dance
- Open the floodgates to love; the supply is unlimited, and it flows through the world like pure, clean water
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