Intervene the intermittent.
Currently working with clairaudience in narrative trusting that art is suppose to be connecteted to forseeing events rather than reflection, more so than the past . Working energetically into the present without relying on symbolism to please . To calm the mind and then open up channels for visionary experiences.
Currently working with clairaudience in narrative trusting that art is suppose to be connecteted to forseeing events rather than reflection, more so than the past . Working energetically into the present without relying on symbolism to please . To calm the mind and then open up channels for visionary experiences.
Recently visited Indonesia and visualised on the properties of the volcanic liquid of Black Mica and meditated on the black sands in northern Bali. It is a Japanese sulphuric sulphate with magnetic properties. The words of black mica appeared on a window of a taxi parked opposite my hotel room a few weeks later ..this seals and positively results in the divination route with connecting a material , energising that substance or narrative and it rebounding back or to that of an echo. Narrative concerning climate change is the only power my soul , inner self can do to help or save the gradual destruction of the world and the neighbouring villages. Weak and subtle as it may seem, churning away..ticking and asking for sacred worlds or highly nutritional healing natural substances with fractal qualities..or just a few words, mantras and phrases containing the absolute.
With climate affairs there is a very strong mantra " Close the blinds, it is parched for miles...there is no space left in the sky" being in my subconscious for more than a decade..almost feeling comfort and nurturing inside claustrophobia. the only positive side to explosion is implosion where we are set free, let loose and separated rom our ties . Perhaps the friends we are with are not the ones we belong with in other realms and we are here to serve and be humiliated by the world and lifestyles.
With climate affairs there is a very strong mantra " Close the blinds, it is parched for miles...there is no space left in the sky" being in my subconscious for more than a decade..almost feeling comfort and nurturing inside claustrophobia. the only positive side to explosion is implosion where we are set free, let loose and separated rom our ties . Perhaps the friends we are with are not the ones we belong with in other realms and we are here to serve and be humiliated by the world and lifestyles.
