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on a country road I have traveled often, not far from a large farmhouse that for some reason always seemed to me left, despite having a good view, spacious walls and red shutters. The air here is something that worries me ... a vein of deep water? A history of turmoil? I do not know, but I am sure that I could never live there, even if the owner offered me the keys.
on a country road that runs along fields barren and stony, with tufts of green grass as tiny explosions of life, I walk and I walk the woods.

The shadow is from the trees and grows as it approaches, it is dark, terrible. I feel the skin behind my neck stand up, my heart stops, the shadow taste my fear, which is similar to that of those without hope, sees the enemy was advancing slowly towards him.
gets me, around me, and begins to suffocate slowly, pressing his chest and throat without hesitation, as a press that does its job. Of course I offer resistance, and of course all my squirming is a choke faster, each new burst of muscle, slow and steady pressure on the chest.

Finally something snaps. Un'interruttore security, you name it. Suddenly I surrender to the enemy close, but not a drop of renunciation, is Love. I offer myself to him, without understanding the reasons, without understanding, simply an impulse that exceeds my mind guide me in an irresistible way to love the shade, give me what I am experiencing, no regrets, unconditionally. A shiver of tears through my bones, and the shadows, sudden as my offer was turned into an armchair in soft grass, hug you close, and its herbs I caress the body with the tenderness of a child .

The embrace lasts a few moments, when my total abandon you, no wonder now, with no possibility of any explanation groped. Finally I wake up, so thank you all for myself and this wonderful field of battle is the Dream. Volunteer
the enemy then, let go ... we will be back up, insights, and necessary because that is the key of keys, especially at this time Western contract and so aggressive. My skin is more electricity must point out that embrace the dream took place in a few months ago, now you just have to continue to send it here, my shadows, in what some are calling this sleep wakefulness.

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The sinusoid, and guardian of Alchenican

It 's true, the urgency to free up some shares I have neglected to introduce myself ... I am baptized Nican, the caretaker of these lands. I do not have keys for now, because I do not have gardens or gates that do the guard. You could exchange it for a passing, or, better still, to a tourist.
Nican is an essence, that of me which comes closest to the heavens, and who has the tenderness and sincerity of the chick. There are other parts, emotions, thoughts ... a physical body that needs nourishment, and then pulse slower ... boredom, looking for a pure pleasure and without haste, the lies, the guilt. Some days the pulses living moments of domination, Nican and then moves away from me, waiting patiently for the balance is restored.

We all live in the potential difference, the sine wave, which allows, among other things, the existence of electricity and radio waves. And 'what creates the movement on this plane, up and down, go down to rise again. It 's just a ride, but there are many who think it's all over the world as possible. It happens to me sometimes, when the descent is steeper and chilling, I forget for a while that it's just a run to go up even higher: and I fear hell.

There are days when the awareness is crystal clear, quiet, and the fire flares up on everything. Daniel Meurois -Givaudan, one of the great explorers of our time for change, tells of when he warned this difference even in the presence of the Master Jesus who sometimes lived, and that made Christ appeared "to have more grip," and then happened to share with him the eye, and literally get lost in the galaxies of his eyes, which were simply one and the doors to the whole. At other times the sinusoid lived his downturn, and then returned as the eyes of Master Jesus, full of love and compassion, but where "no longer risk getting lost."

Living this potential difference does not mean surrender to the impulses of course slow, let it go, but the path is instead to restrict the wave, the sine wave to the shorter, faster, the higher vibration. Go up an octave, access to new and more harmonic frequencies. Only practice, and without constant blackouts, it is good for this job ... and what it means to "practice" I leave you the pleasure of discovery for now. Otherwise, the sine wave remains the same, the ups and downs of life always identical, and all watertight. Tighten the curve then, meet with the practice loving and ruthless with each pulse down, breathe awareness of each wave crest, and again give the push to the next. The wave becomes narrow, the ridges are most often, a man infinitely more sensitive. As long as seen from outside your life seems like a straight line, a new and very high frequency, and you can find that the sine wave was none other than the tiny vibration of a harmonic note in the universe. Now, finally, you can compose music.

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The Cross and the Rose


No, the traveler, the Cross was not born two thousand years ago.
He crossed the world history since the Spirit dwelt the first human. And what is at the bottom of the cross, if not the symbol of the Spirit (vertical), which enriches the Matter (horizontal)? Penetration mystical and complete intersection.
Where the vertical meets the horizontal, the exact center of the Cross, the rose blooms there, you create the life and love. And in fact, a traveler, if you widen your arms and cross to become the Rosa Mystica is exactly the area of \u200b\u200byour heart.
When you look at a starry sky, and felt the old longing for the places from which you came, that you would go, open up the case, it becomes the Cross, the Nature of Things will then know that you are aware of your own home, and will respond by filling the your vessel of sadness, tenderness, love.
The Cross had a thousand sons, and he could talk at length on the variations of this dance, but for now you do this your suggestion OS: I am greatly benefited.

When I lived in the woods yet, I happened to go outside during the night, attracted by an irresistible impulse, a sense of closed (despite living in a well ventilated and very high ceilings). I went out to breathe the night in the courtyard of my house, dark, with old stone well from inside which a fig tree was determined to be born.
looking up the Milky Way, The Star was looking for, then viravo the Big Dipper, and I let you look blurry to embrace the whole sky. It was then in me stood the Cross, as a natural movement of bones and muscles in my arms opened wide, my body is abandoned, a feeling of deep emotion shook me from within. I Cross, I was the Pink flowers, talking to the stars, were only the nostalgia, abandonment, tenderness, love, touched my source with the petals of the Heart.

There is much more to say, travel to, stop here in words, why not go well. Only by living the Cross you know what happens when you leave crucify man in a sky of stars.
Do not rush, however, the cross rises exactly when you are ready to assist, not a minute before, not a moment later. Haste! How many I hasten to energy spent in reaching horizons that have opened and then only when appropriate. How much ingenuity in the pursuit of power, the powers ... once deluded myself thinking I could save only quickly reaching the domain of matter and the world, but there is no domain, not in the human sense of the term, there is instead a dance, and the full domain is not simply cease to dance be the dance itself.
But all this had to scramble to my trip (note, mine, not necessarily yours), allowed me to deal with a distant time when I had reached very high peaks, from which they precipitate and perhaps an excess of pride ... but this is of course another story.

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Raven, Dove, Phoenix ... Look at the star

The Crow is back, traveler, she caught the window to draw my eye, then he raised his voice hoarse of victory: I'm still here, do not you drop!

But I know that you can not kill the crow, as you can not kill a ghost. It 's just that I happen to forget him, or look at him with tenderness, as something that helps me to be at the bottom. But even this is unwise to give in to goodness: for he is merciless, he knows all the masks, and a map of my wounds. He knows how to move inside of me to catch what is cooler or pull out the old follies as long worms from the soft ground.
The crow is all I had available: he and the ability to transform it. I do not want to kill him, but leave that to give birth, mature over time, my dove.
I glimpsed at the top, above all the clouds, move like a gentle breeze at altitudes that do not know the wind. Up there, the raven has no home, is the United White, adjourned the land par excellence, where Being sees herself on the throne of wisdom, and there's nothing else to do. Some
in the past have stopped in that kingdom, when they felt the dove resting in their lap. It 's a happy place, after all, but certainly is only one step of the journey.

Fondling the dove in a precise point to root of his wings I am told that it is possible to detect a spark of fire, the first cry of the Phoenix, and sticking to its long tail to reach the Red Kingdom, the Kingdom of Love.
and the Phoenix, after all, is just the beginning of a new journey: perhaps unimaginable to man because it is a journey beyond the human.

Raven, Dove, Phoenix ... the egg white in my womb already has them, one inside the other, a mother of the other, all you need.

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The Polar Star, a traveler, it contains the archetype of the direction, not only physically, but also in a metaphysical sense. It can guide you to your north or simply make sure that your spine is aligned to the Earth's poles, and more broadly to those of the cosmos, of the Spirit.
Find a space where you can observe the sky, and look for The Star. It is located between the Big Dipper (Ursa Major) and Cassiopeia.

You can recognize the Big Dipper well, with his form so prominent in the sky, and with a bit of effort to get to see his right hand a double v-shaped constellation: that is Cassiopeia. Between the two there is a star very bright and very visible, and Polaris.
Look at her fixedly for a few minutes, let soak, let the heavens rotate around as you rotate around the star, after all you are the pivot, the center, the direction ... are the star.
You can find the direction so that the structure in your life simply by looking at the star, but looking at it makes your eyes are not so much as a point of light in the exact center of your chest. Physical images that point, let it flourish as a white rose, and watch it with The Star.
Only on this condition can be answered only if you are willing to accept whatever you tell The Star. You may not like this direction, perhaps because it tells you the truth, and something you appreciate still lying, or simply because it seems too simple an answer, with no complications. Know then that the direction is not very complex but always crystal clear, the problem of man is only in having the courage to accept it without reservations. Abandoned
the Star, caressed by the rotation of the cosmos, motionless in the simplicity of a point of light. You must not do anything, just open your squad and let them touch the Pole of the Universe. But perhaps this exercise will require you to: Open the rose, do nothing, and just be who you are.

After all this is not to store everything, sleep, and the next day brings attention to the signs, even for children. You may seem bizarre, frivolous, or even meaningless. You watch them and not do anything else. Acettali as your acceptance of the starlight. The universe always answers, always, the man plays and sometimes you lose, but the universe does not cease to show the signs, you know to be patient. If signs confuse you stop to interpret them, just Breathe, let them be educated by you, which might not suspect its existence.

From the second day, if you want, imagine yourself to sleep again The Star, and open again Squad direction and clarity in your life. They already are, the warrior must rise only able to support their view.

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The void calls me


not know about you, the traveler, but I feel close to the edge, hanging on the edge, more and more. I feel the light sound of the dust stirred up by my foot falls into the abyss. But still I can not see the abyss, I'm afraid, and my eyes are closed. I jumped at other gaps in the past ... but now it is different, this chasm is calling me more than others, I can not look back, I still can not take the leap, are suspended, and the wind makes me swing like a delicate fruit trees.
I dropped so much weight, traveler, that sometimes I think I'm ready to jump up, and yet I still wake up in some sunrises to discover that the illusion is still strong, which will still be shaped properly, that the confusion has its rhythmic gusts.
The void down there, there, call me, and his voice is light and warm, is not human, has the persistence of the trees, it will never stop calling, even if I could look back and take a few steps away from ' hem. And 'The voice of love, and ruthless because its tone is that of no return, the total abandonment.
I know, a traveler, I talk about a leap into the abyss, but then I know it will be different. It's not in my nature to sever all ties at once, to launch a leap. I'm an old soul who is working his mind is like a mix: I have patience, will, and I'm lazy. My name will end up in a vacuum, and I will not have memory of the jump.

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Welcome to Alchenican



Welcome to Alchenican traveler ... Namaste, join hands and greeting the divine part of you.

This is where you need to pass: through the lands suspended. Let my words be read, not cling to them because they are not the verb, but only sharing.
That your lands are suspended as you wish, to bring you the place you have chosen as their destination, and through that you have the will to drop any weight, any unnecessary frills. We come from the light through the darkness to return to the light, or better to make light of darkness ... here is the dawn, suspended land of rebirth, and the twilight land of dreams and death, changing, that they can join in the suspension of your and my breath, bon voyage.