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The purple phone: Winter Notes

Mind Magick: The Miracle Formula

The only Mind/Matter formula you will ever need. 

You want to become a star? Sorted. 

Rewrite every limiting belief you’ve ever had? Done. 

Instantly. Just like that. 

The Butterfly Effect to your advantage

A lir

J-Jamaica?

Yes

Maam? 

Yes 

That is a judge leap in the timeline ma’am are you sure about this

Yes 

Such an interesting character, you are. 

People seem a little afraid to be in the present. Afraid of themselves. And how others may react to that truth, perhaps. 

Uma’s cafe?

Yes maaaammmm

I love you

I love you most! 

It’s quite hard to identify an eating disorder, or any type of disorder, fixation or obsessions when you are the one experiencing it. 

Cause Tashi Achara 

- this is how it would have been like all along had I not had my spark- 

There comes a time in yo ur journey, where you sink so low that not even the fallen angels can help you. That is when you get to know your true strength. That is when you get to light your own spark, create or generate your own bubble and fight your way to the top again. 

I started off my journey strangely. I knew I wanted to write and yet I was so overwhelmed busy everything that my thoughts became scattered. And pieces of myself where everywhere. Until I was no more. Part of it was my finance. I had money that I kept safe, but once you pluck one hair you’ll pluck everything. Once you start you can’t stop sometimes. Because it’s eternal. You only have to do it once and it stays in your name forever. On your imprint. And this overwhelmed me to my core. 

I bypassed the first chakras and focused only on the crown and third eye. For three years! I never wanted to ground myself. And so I had a strange and funny birth. Scattered and all over the place. Inner peace and a strong core. It could take years to build up again. And in calmness. Not in such a frenzy! Little by little. I know where I wish to be, let’s get there slowly, gracefully, let’s keep to those who we know sometimes, and let’s just move in peace. Quietly and gracefully. 

Like fasting. Stopping suddenly everything you’ve ever known is daunting. So why do it. Do it slowly and calmly. Don’t try to run. Sit. Crawl. Walk. Run. 

I was on top for so long

I came crashing down

Don’t feel like climbing back up again

I stopped fronting. It took an immense amount of effort to prend I cared about anything. Instead I now have to learn how to actually care, with the heart not the mind. 

Chcialas na siebie wrzucić uwagę

Nie prawda, miałam po dziurki w nosie, wyobraziłam sobie jak chciałam wyglądać i tak się stało. 

Masz efekt yoyo

Nie prawda, wrzuciłam, nie nawiedziłam ze byłam w szkole, i myślałam ze już po mnie było 

a dla czego tak pzytylas 

Po przetwarzałam past self, i energia w tej szkole była negatywna. Leżałam bo miałam depresje tam

a dla czego mialas depresje

Bo nie podobały mi się decyzje podjęte 

2022

The beginning of the year was great. I was working on little florita the story, coming to the end of my projects and exercising well. I dressed well everyday, did my hair nicely, studied Spanish and revised, listens to subliminal and affirmations, and had in my mind a dream summer, and a beautiful new body. We went to Algarve Portugal, where I began to transform into Marilyn, or Selene. I had a close connection to Marilyn and Selena, Whitney. I loved the Phantom of the Opera, and made my own versions of my favourite tales. I imagined myself through my digital art as Rapunzel, Pocahontas, Cinderella and others. Mulan too. What plagued me was the constant need to make videos, content, to get my art shown to the world. I was terrified of ending up alone and unsuccessful, of failure. So I made mountains of work, but I so loved the feeling of doing so much work, of achieving what was special to me, to tell such wonderful stories, I was in love with life and all that I was doing. Everyday was perfectly planned, and I did everything perfectly. But when I didn’t, I would hate myself, and force myself to do more the next time. But I still loved to do so much. I would self study. Observe everything. I studied and self coached, was learning opera, Spanish, Italian Swahili, Russian, learned many songs in many languages from the Princess series, studied tribal fusion and maintained all my projects. I barely had time to breathe. I would dream only if ‘Golden Boy’ and of ‘Studio RA’ASHEMI’. I ran an art account and a personal account, I wanted to make a living selling art prints and pattern videos, to make content on YouTube and monetize. 

But my angels knew I was failing. I was dragging myself along. Too enthusiastic. Putting in too much work too soon. I awoke from that dream and found myself depleted. I discovered that I had secretly detested the sound of ‘Florita’ because of what that entailed, the long hours of screen and work work and screen that would follow. I found that after all of that stress and worry that I had been through, nothing came out of it. Only self gratification. Only self worth. I placed all my self worth upon those stories and upon that art. After all, it was a token, it was proof that I was a valid human being and that I brought to the table, that I was not worthless and that I deserved a place. In high regard. I dressed myself in lovely clothes, did my hair in lovely ways, said lovely things about ancestors, wore crystals and jewelry and I was so happy. I had no friends but I knew many people, I helped to organize events, helped to entertain others with my personality. Helped where I could, I even opened an enrichment club and ran it, producing yet more art yet more work. So much art. And then I was expecting myself to do even more with university? I digress, I was putting up a front. I knew I hated school. I knew I hated such structure and vigor. Such a disciplined environment where I had to look a certain way to be accepted and to be of a certain status. I knew I hated the idea of working hard to earn gratification through numbers and rewards, social acceptance. I feared being a reject and I did everything in my power to be above that. I didn’t want to be a nobody so I made myself into somebody. ‘The’body. I was a star. Everyone there knew me. I thought people hated me or didn’t want to know be but many thought I was simply unreachable. Maybe. I felt invisible still. Even in all that glitz and glamour that beauty I still felt invisible. Because nominees would accept the true I. The one that would go home and be sad or who couldn’t keep relationships within her family. The one who isolated herself to the point of hysteria. The one who made all of those works and art to live in that ideal world in the ideal life. Where I could control everything. Where I could micromanage my own universe. Where I got to say who says what when where and how. And who falls in love with who. But they flowed so easily. It was just right. It wasn’t even me controlling it was divine flow. Intervention. I watched as the worlds pieced themselves together, how one event flowed perfectly into the next, how something I would have written many moments before was clarified in the present moment. How everything just made sense. And then they began to leak into my real world. Thats when I started to loose it. Int hat exact moment. When my dream world merged with the ‘real’ world…

‘Aurelio’ ‘Golden Boy’ I saw those three words together in one book and that’s when I knew. I heard someone’s name in my mind, saw their face and the same moment they called. I wrote something in my book and a few days to come it happens in the life event. In the factual, 3Dimensional world. I hear shifts taking place as rings in my ears. I predict when mother walks through the door, I predict when she calls, I predict what she will say. I hear what she thinks. But I do not hear words, I feel energy. I know energy before it happens. I see the entire days events unfold before they even happen. Hear things in my dreams that push me to change. Know the truth that they conceal from me and then tell me I was right all along. That the food really was fake. That the people really were never there. I was never there. I was a myth. All along. I knew things I didn’t even understand. I could perceive thing I couldn’t even see. I could visualize great big throngs happening before me and then hear others speak of them. Was I ever here? When I leave do you still think of me? How can I be sure? That I was ever there in the first place? I created it all, didn’t I? I created this entire experience and live in it blindly. Even if it were a beautiful picture or if it were a horrific one. It is still I who paints. It is still I who thinks of a blank slate and then you speak of turning a new page. It is I who thought of Italy and identity everyone is going there. It is I who called you in without calling or so much as speaking a word to you and yet you knew to contact me. 

This is all true, say the ancients. You were right all along. And yet, this is below ABC, for what lies deeper beneath the surface is much greater than what you have discovered. Dare dream, Olimpia. Dare question. 

Know Thyself and you know all. 

IF I HAD

If I had written out for you all that I had experienced, you would be in shock. So I write what I recall. 

The universe, I am, kept me there long enough for me to experience what it truly meant to be the creator. I am now rich with knowledge. And verification. Everything I had ever dreamed. Yes. It is so to come. 

ROOT CHAKRA

Because I’ve known all along what it takes to get where I want to be. But I was afraid to Be. I was afraid to be great, for people to know my name. For so much responsibility. I was afraid to be known. For my insecurities to be shown. I was afraid of the vastness afraid of being childless afraid to bear a Son. I was afraid to be well known. To be a figure to be shown, and admired and praised and they would worship my name I didn’t want that. I wanted softness. Gentle. Loving me. Tender. I wanted my big strong Man, the one from my dreams to swoop in and come take me away. A wanted a little house in the woods, or maybe one right by the beach, or maybe one up in the clouds, where no fantasies of darkness could reach. I wanted designer shoes but I didn’t, stars in my purse but I couldn’t, I want to help those around me but I shouldn’t. I was afraid of the human mind. The programming and the design. Afraid to be judges afraid to thrown and tossed right and then right after enjoyed. Afraid to be in the spotlight, standing there blinded by limelight. Scared to loose myself to the pain the stress the judge and the timeline. Scared to loose my own head. Scared to loose my own Sun. Scared that my light would be broken, scared for my dreams to be shattered. I was scared to be alone, scared no one would pick up the phone, ashamed that when it was me to receive I would judge myself and get them gone. I was aware of the suffering the pain, and it was all mixed in with disdain, scare that if I give they’ll want even more and the more is the something I can’t give. Scared of pride and divide. Scared of gilt tripping and all the blame. Discarded forgotten laughed at and trodden beneath the heels of a brand new Dame. Scared to be on the side, that my daughter would rip up my pride. Scared to express the demons that left right after they worshipped my stride. Scared to swallow my pride. To cut off my hair. To be all alone. With not even my pair. 

I am the artist I paint in peace. In silence the still of the night. 

People been making up stories about me I’m tired of that. People been praying on my downfall I defeat that. People been 

Florita

Florita you are my world. I call you back. 

Huitipeka’a you’re not ready to raise a child,

Sachihiro stay out of it

La Vieja must be created

I’m going in, Sachihiro, it’s the only way. I’m afraid to loose her, 

And I’m afraid for you to loose yourself

You’ll be here to remind me, take this, keep me safe, but im leaving. There’s nothing left for me to learn here and I must protect her from the wasteland and they’re creating. 

Your books, Huitipeka’a. 

Why do you hold me back, Sachihiro? I know you know this must happen. This is how the story unfolds. For much too long have I been drifting in clouded dream, had to watch her drift away from me, from us. My mother, my grandmother needs her. She is dying, Sachihiro, my grandmother is dying and this is the only thing I can do about it. Send Veveren, send for him. Whereforever he may be. We cannot loose our precious jewel. 

You failed Huitipeka’a. 

I know! I cry! I weep and wallow, look at me I am a wreck. But Florita is not. She is the most precious of all. Please, I redeem myself yo her. I redeem myself for her. She is the only One I live for, please. Let me one last chance. Let me one last restoration. Restore me. Restore my faith my mind my belief my face my body mind and soul. Fill me with the starlit waters once more and let me bask in the grace of the truth. The luamenakara please take me back I beg you take me back for without you, without her my soul is long I have no pyramids no calling no possibility and no end. It is a wretched eternity dreaming and fleeing. Watching my entire world collapse. Please I beg you do not let me stray any longer. To you and yo Florita I devote myself. My life. Let me walk in peace again. Let me give love love again. Please allow me to protect her. Allow me yo be there for her. Grant me focus. Grant me the know how. Grant me to know. 

Why is it, dearest, that you do not see? 

You were never allowed to go astray. You were never severed from us. The silver cord was clouded and tainted but never was it cut. For long enough you have suffered now go in peace and let your light shine. For there shall be those who cease to live your message, your words, but we hear you, we see you and we know you and to our council shall you return. Go now in peace dear beloved Huitipeka’a. 

Amazythel’s was given it all. 

For the God of this domain prepared her for the glamour and lavishness of divine life in the paradise above. 

She’s been believing her entire life to be perfect. And suddenly the truth hits. Well, one of the truths hit. That this in fact has never been the case. That for her to live so beautifully, everyone around her had to work hard and, practically, suffer. That for her to have such lavish things, furnishings and all, it meant that other people had to work and create it. For her to spend so others had to work so. And this realization hit her like a truck. That she has been living off other peoples energy her entire life. That she has been living practically on borrowed energy. So when she had to physically in her timeline ask for such a large amount of money for her education she couldn’t simply do it. She had to leave and accept what others did deem to be worst that what she was used to. She was given the world in order to create new ones for her people to live in. So when she realized that now it was her turn to live to live. Work to live. And to borrow to live she didn’t want to do do any longer. She couldn’t bare to borrow yet more. To live on borrowed time that she knew she one day would have to repay. She was tired of the torment of poverty. So she accepted it. She decided to leave behind her beautiful things, and to set out in a simple life. Yes of course it meant one last borrowed payment, but it meant that she would no longer live in fear of losing. Because she had nothing to loose. She never did in the first place. It was all meant to be enjoyed and then to move on. It was always about moving on. And so she did just that. She lay her children down to sleep and off she went, her heart borderline shattering to leave them behind but she had to. She couldn’t bare watch her kingdom ever crumble. 

It’s pretty harsh though isn’t it. To make one ‘wrong move’ and then have to live with it for the rest of your life. I’m tired of such a life. 

The world really is a scary place when open your eyes and see beyond your current situation. 

What would have happened rig I chose the others? That was made up you are with them always. 

Why do I feel alone? Because I can’t see the spirit. I can only feel it. I wish I hadn’t eaten such bad food and hurt myself so. I was nice though? Did it make you feel good? Yes it did so in the moment but not now. Not now that I have to reap the rewards of that behavior. So not me. 

The eye of the seer and the eye of earth. I’m making positive changes towards a happy earth. 

I skipped school once. I went home to hang out with my grandma. I knew it was wrong but I did it. I felt always like I had to escape from the convent but I didn’t see that there were so many friends to be made and if I had put less focus upon being rebellious and simply enjoying free education then I would be even now in a different place. It’s always just rebelling against your own self. 

Also you see how you changed your year around in the second year? You focused on us and we granted you protection, and you were secure and happy. You woke up excited every morning. Fact is that some days you didn’t want to wake up and you put so much pressure upon yourself but it’s alright don’t worry. Anymore the monsters gone. Just enjoy where you are my dear. 

And you wanted to try a new diet. You felt independents from the rules of the home and because you have a naturally rebellious and reformatice spirit and mindset, you wanted to revel against those ideas, even if it meant harming yourself. Even though you know what is right or wrong, you still put finger to flame because you simply want to know. You want to see beneath every rock to find the fossil. And you love to hunt. You live to find new information to chew on. New ideas concepts and behaviors. But beware because at times this could mean that you must lose yourself temporarily in order to find that new truth. Face that and be grateful for it. Now look here you are revisiting the past… 

Amazythel:

Give ‘em clothes so they think one is better than the other. Change their sacred sounds so they get confused and Killy whir own intuition. Make ‘em dance and sing. 

It’s like dis: we all on the internet right? I’m the universe. Where the net is the meta verse. We open up the verse of YouTube, we scroll and watch watch and then scroll, interact with the past selves, shadows and post it’s thoughts left as comments, stay and experience a video, all together but not quite in the same moment, we share the moment but it’s different for us all. But in perfect timing somehow for us all. Everything is still just so we can tune into it. Then we go. 

I was with Kylie and telling her about my childhood and she was telling about hers. 

A true love on the plane we were my hair was long and crazy and he was gentle and kind. Reminiscing about Poland. 

Jesus with a large tray of food and drink and Victoria secret perfume I couldn’t smell because suddenly I had sniffles. I was first there. I took cup and drank before he blessed it. 

Two Lilly whirls and older brother. A coin worth ten coins. Didn’t want to accept but when the daughter was injured they had to. 

And what of perception. 

If I thought I was doing a good deed but wasn’t truly for the neighbor. There is then no such thing as good or bad

Highschool has so many different energies it’s overwhelming. Mass education. 

Zero to hero

Day one

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Dreams come true 

For a long time I was protected divinely. I never did anything out of line, I did as I was told, and I Leo on top of my tasks. I had a clear path, and did all in line with my highest conscience. And so inreaped the rewards of this. I was seen as the empress. Admirable. Beautiful. And going places. I was already doing it the entire time. But then I tainted my aura. Created chaos around myself. Became a burned to others. Acted against myself. I feel from grace. And now? I’m all alone. 

After 18 years of not even existing for my self you really expect me to go another round? No thankz. 

Don’t lower your standards for anyone. Ever. 

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I am one of the scientists I’ve been studying life on earth for thousands of years. 

Luamenakara. There is a civilization on the moong

I will not give up. 

What will I do instead?

I will push to get RA’ASHEMI out there. 

Marketing promotion. 

All I require is internet. A charger. And artwork and the phone. 

The iPad is now working properly and I recovered all my files to pla onto drive and in archive. 

Put studio RA’ASHEMI on Instagram

On twitter 

Florita and the Silver Moon Forest

Buenas Noches Edition

Amazythel sits in silence, her three little princesses by her side, warm and toasty in their big little magical ordinary room, gentle moonlight twinkling through the golden window panes, a pretty little sparkle into their eyes casting, and tickling ever so subtly their hair and faces. 

The little girls watch in awe, as Amazythel’s brings out The Book. The Akashmic Da’rina Tales, as she so funnily calls it. 

The Da’arina Tales glitter in the soft light, jewels glittering like a thousand stars, as Amazythel lifts the cover open, and they are transported into the world of the Silver moon forest. 

Chapter One

Florita and the SilverMoon Forest

There was once a little girl, named Florita. Florita was a brave and kind little girl, as virtuous and gold as a child could be. But she was much more than this. You see, it seemed as if Florita was the most joyful, excited and magical little one, she who they called “Florita Pequeñita la Bailarinita”, she who danced, laughed and smiled everywhere she went, she who gave more than she had, and she who saw the beauty in all things, she who helped, and loved and showed kindness. She had a lot of pain. Not even she was capable of comprehend the amount of pain she truly had. She saw glimpses of it, sometimes, the shadows of the magnificent protector tree in her room, would turn to strange figures, but they were quickly batted away, as if by a golden hand. 

She would hear people laughing when she danced, but she wasn’t sure if they were laughing at her or at something entirely different. She would see people whispering but she wasn’t sure if they were whispering about her or not. So she kept on dancing, dancing through life, so let’s see where this dance should take her! 

One day, as Florita a walked her usual path to visit her friend the Florist, who taught her to use her hand to present what she saw in her dreams into sheets of bamboo film, she was stopped. By a little new friend, who was desperate to get home. He was a little moody, a little bit furious, but in his eyes Florita could see a strange type of feeling, a feeling she was familiar with but numb to, pain, perhaps. So she helped him, not because of this -pain- character, but because she loved him already, after all, she had seen him in her dream. And she told him so, he did not reply. 

They waded through the forest, looking under rocks and lifting branches, asking parrots and crocodiles for directions, climbing up trees, listening to flower’s whispers, and still they couldn’t find friend’s home. Who’s name was Veveren, as I have not yet introduced. 

Veveren was a little more furious, but not quite, because, it seemed, that Florita had invisible purply-white wings that wrapped around him, and made him feel the safest he had ever felt. It were as if she sang to him quietly. 

And so he was calm, until they neared the sound of a distant party, a celebration. 

It’s the butterflies! Veveren cried. 

They’re having a party without me! 

Completely and utterly distraught, Veveren crumbled onto Florita’s shoulder, but Florita comforted him, and encouraged him to go to the butterfly party. 

They waded through the leaves and branches, and emerged in the ancient ring, where every butterfly of every colour and kind danced and sang, to the twinkling bells of flowers glowing. 

Florita saw the excitement in Veveren’s eyes, and off he went dancing with the butterflies, who complemented the wings he thought they didn’t like him for. They danced and danced until the ancient ring faded into a purple starry sky, until they opened their eyes suddenly and they were dancing in a giant moon flower! And Veveren was no where to be found! But Florita knew he was there, she had fallen off the petals in his dancing frenzy, and was now climbing up the flower, but he looked different. 

His little form was now white and fuzzy, and a beautiful tail of purple and blue swayed when he walked. Florita told him this, to which he replied. 

What do you mean? I’ve always looked like this. 

Just then, a flurry of bright colors swirled around them, and turned into a group of tall little people, also with purple and blue feathers. The one with the most feathers, and hair long and silky, rushed forward and embraced Florita, tears of starlight flooding from her squeezed shut eyes, she kissed Florita’s head over and over again, pulling her in so close that surely they became one person. 

The lady, the Princess Huitipeka’a, as she told Florita, has been awaiting her for a very, very long time. And now she was finally here. Huitipeka’a placed a beautiful amulet into Florita’s hand, which glowed and casted golden purple rays in all directions, and Florita glowed a magnificent glow, her eyes became bright and her hair grew long and beautiful, and her skin became shimmery and beautiful purple sparkles glistened all over her, and swirls of purple whisps from the heavens themselves descended around her, and the moon glowed around her head, and the goddess of the moon herself came down to kiss her forehead, to bless her stomach and to heal her, with shimmering healing sacred eternal water, which she poured over her head, and the water cleaned her, and made her feel the most at peace she had ever felt. And she stood so, for a long while, in such a glorious, white shimmering glowing state, the gentle distant twinkle of starlight, the whispers of the new earth, the crystal like glow of the goddess. This is the only moment and she truly felt this. She truly felt exactly where it was that she was, and she was home. She was in paradise finally in paradise, a moment so perfect, a moment so soon and magical, and she knew, that from now on until forever, all would be well, and all would be perfect, and she was home. Finally home, and her family awaits. She remembered now. She knew where they were going to. 

After you’re touched, Amazythel began, nothing will ever satisfy you. Your habits stop, your cravings stop, indulgences, wants, needs, all come to an end. Once you feel, once you taste the truth, nothing is the same. And so you drift. And you wonder what’s next. And the only thing you find comfort in, is the breath that gives you life. The spirit. Of life. 

The path has been long carved out for you. This golden path. You’ve been walking it all along. 

And that’s it. 

That’s as simple as it is. 

It’s not you who is hungry. 

Outgrowing 

The blue gown of the quinceañera long gone, time for the golden mermaid slip of starlight. 

I as able to make my mind so strong, to bend reality so perfectly, that I could shift my appearance, change my mindsets, situations and beliefs. But I wanted more. As did the Egyptians. I wanted to see where else my power could flourish ñ, what else I could create. So I went into meditation, which is my constant state. I stopped Spell-ing. And began envisioning. Now I truly have no Lilit. 

Even as you run away. It has to chase you. That’s the natural law. Study nature for the natural balance of things. Sow seeds to innerstand life. And the basis of creation. 

I was pacified into staying silent. I knew exactly what it was that I was here to do. To create. And yet, the force of my own i am-ness, which I personally and specifically sent in order to strengthen the I am ness which I already had, sent me obstacles. To become strong. To become far beyond. The English language no longer suffices for my self expression. The simplicity of this language is no longer enough for the completists of my existence. 

Divine Femininty

Sun of RA

Today I awoke and didn’t realize I was awake. I was aware. Didn’t know I was walking, I just shifted from moment to moment, place to plane, here to there. And now I write this. That is all I am aware of. That I am writing this. This is truly to be in the ‘present moment’ so called. 

I notice how feelings into words translate instantly. I watch manifest every subtle action of the light body. I watch manifest every subtle grandeur of the eternal body. That is to say, a series of tiny actions to create the grand existence of life. Life being 🌀 

I saw manifest what I wrote. To channel through oneself is to create new life. To create new life is to be creator. To be creator is to be creation. To be creation is to be perfection. To be perfection is to be eternal. To be eternal is to be breath. To be breath is to be spirit. To be spirit is to be one ness. To be oneness is to be wholeness. To be wholeness is to be complete. To be complete is to be. One. At a time. One breath, at a time. One life, at a time, one world, one being, one truth, one breath. At a time. To be is to live and to live is to be. 

A day where all resources shall be exhausted is upon us. For years a many have there been accumulations of wealth, prosperity and abundance. Now is a time of peace, a time for the home. A time of settled hopes, settled wistfulness. The wishful nature has been called. For now will be a time of barren land, where it is up to you to create what shall be, forever more. ♾ 

It is you who are now the creator. It has been you all along. It is you who has been the believer, for write you do, breathe you do, listen you do. Dream you do. Therefore a living miracle you are. 

To light shift, create and create some more is the time. 

Instead of the 

If you feel fat

But in fact, you are not

It is the energy of lack, panic and emptiness that you are attuning yourself too

Some manifestations are bigger than others because you must thread together different events timelines and outcomes in order to achieve the desired result. 

Once you reach the end of your goddess training, it is in fact time to become the goddess. To become your own light. That is becoming oneness. That is becoming whole. 

If someone tells you dark stories, that is their distorted mind. You need not even for a moment to feel as though harm can come to you, for it is you who creates the harm. Learning to alchemist and to combine metaphysical with physical, through shared mental and physical effort. Creating in the terrestrial as in the extra terrestrial, in order to get ourselves out of a place seemingly undesirable. 

Recognizing if the place of current is to be learned from, if the phase of learning is still current, and if it is time. When it is time, opportunities themselves shall present themselves to you. You must say yes to life. Once you have learned it is up to you to put that knowledge into action, or to fall back and keep revising or learning more. You have always enough. 

Stand in the sun, and dance. Offer the dance in return for illuminating the inner world. Watch the sun in your eyes. Then calm with the moon. 

Look beyond the surface of the waters. And you will see with your All seer. Look beyond skin and bones; and you will see the All Seer. 

In stillness we alchemist and create desired outcomes. 

There was once

A girl, who loved to write. She wrote at any moment she could. But then she stopped. And she found that beyond her writing there was void. There was nothing. And this frightened her. So she abandoned her typing her writing, her pen, and moved out beyond her cosmic egg. 

What she found was terrifying. In that all she thought came forth. Every thought and dream. 

And so she returned back to her little cosmic egg. 

Inside looking out. 

Subliminal that will work

I am divine goddess 

I can create out of thought 

I can create out of thin air 

I am intelligent

I am taking the correct steps to boosting my intelligence 

I am certain 

I am self assured 

I am wonderful

I cast powerful spells 

I cast powerful intentions

I am power itself 

I am the epitome of beauty

I am fluent in my own light language

I remember my ancestors 

I remember my truth 

I am able to come in and out if the matrix

I am able to reach full consciousness and enlighntemt. 

I use my talents for the good of all and to the harm of none 

I am attracting a spiritually strong male. 

Shaanti as chief

Im 

Don’t apologise. 

New to this and I’m doing a wonderful job of cocreator. It’s my favourite job

What animal works?

What animals knows habitually that it has to show up at this time and that day to anywhere? What animals craves material value and comfort? What animals sells its life for material comfort? You think that it is impossible but there are 7billuon a lot more than this, if at least half of you make a change the rest will follow!

It is an animal a living being that you embody. Not a machine. Not a robot. Realize this and tou realize that there is no boss. It’s is you the painter who holds the brush. 

The curse

There was a witch who was envious of your great grandmother in the past, an ancient ancestor from the mothers side. She cast a generational curse for every second daughter to have beautiful goals and aspirations but to be tied to uncertainty, guilt, fear and dependency. Your ancestor was kind hearted and gentle a soft miracle worker, and this witch was deeply jealous of her. In order for you to break the curse you must break free and make peace with yourself your mother your surroundings and to break down the walls and blindfolds bonding you all. You are strong, it is her gentle spirit who has been guiding you softly. Make peace with your femininity. Do not speak to them directly. Move peacefully. And see me. See I the ancestor. 

She has long blonde hair, almost white, wears a long straight dress with thin ankles uncovered and black slippers. A cardigan. Deep blues and a village setting. Handmade cottages. She has husband and her daughter is beautiful at birth but she grows ugly because of the curse and her mind. Her mind is poisoned by the curse. She runs away. A second daughter and then a son is born. They too run away. They create many bad karmas they have evil cursing through their veins. They destroy love and loved ones and they torture themselves out of spite and hatred for their skin. They boil and burn themselves alive. They have very dark energy. Deep dark energy. And no self restraint. They are like three giant green ogres. Tormented by their past and depleated and ripped of hope for their future. They rip themselves apart. The forth child is angelic. But not much is known as if the forth child is not real. They carry down the bloodline somehow, or the family line descended from is cursed by these ogres. And they carry down this hatred. Self hatred is the demon. Self hatred that has filtered and trilled down to you, the golden one. You must cut off in all ways from this bloodline. Let it end with your mother. Transform your dna with that of the sun. You have been prophesied. You are the chosen one. Fly free and transform your dna. You are destined for the stars and the night sky. You as the shining star. You as the restored hope and balance. Be free loved one. Be free. 

Fly high little butterfly. 

I love you 

Amanda

🦋

I choose you 

Little children. 

To shine your light. 

To be person less. 

To be light full. 

They will call you dull. 

Because you do not entertain them. 

Instead you calm their spirit. 

And that threatens their ego. 

Once their ego overbalanced their light, it is difficult to calm. The older they become, the more they fall. The deeper they fall. Into the lull of routine. Into the lull of illusion. Into the lull of furious peace. Ignorant bliss. It is you who awaken them, you touch them. If not now, they will awake, it will be in a thousand years, but they will. All go back to oneness. And there are levels to our being. Their are categories. And divisions. 

You must enjoy to live in the moment. To eat what is given to you. Otherwise it will be given to you. Time and time again. Until you accept it. And the ego will deny it. Because the ego believes thee is better. The ego that has a preference. An opinion. That does not harmonies with your spirit. The spirit who experiences all. And has no judgement. The child. The true you. You will learn to preserve your energy. You will learn that it doesn’t truly matter, for in everything you do you do so for the mirror. The reflection. It bounces back into you. That is the basic law of this universe. And am careful as to not use words that trigger. 

So I ask. 

Will you entertain, or awaken? 

For a very long time

You have been trying to weaken me. 

You finally did it. 

You have succeeded. 

But every success falls. 

Nothing is celebrated for ever. 

Nothing goes on forever. 

Your triumphs are counted. 

Limited. 

You cannot stop me. 

Not while I. 

You cannot poison me any longer. 

You cannot hurt me like this any longer. 

You cannot manipulate me, control me, make me your slave. 

I am free. 

I loosen your grip with love in my heart. 

I thank you for your lesson, the lessons you have taught me. 

Although. 

I shall not stand for any more of your trickeries. 

I shall not stand for any more mind games. 

I shall not stand for anymore illusions, stories, lazinesses. 

I shall not standby and watch you destroy my life any longer. 

I shall not live in fear of your illusions. 

Of your trickeries. 

I shall not destroy myself that you may take domain. 

I shall not wish away my time. 

I shall not wish away my breath. 

I shall not cut love. 

I shall not consume pain and fear and hurt. 

I shall not be weak. 

I curse you. And break the chains once and for all. You shall never, ever, EVER, take my life from me. You shall never take myself away from myself. Mirror or mirrors I don’t care. Game or reality, I don’t care. Illusion or not, I don’t care. I am here. I awaken every day. And I do so for a reason. You shall not confuse me with your frivolousness. I shall rise, time and time again. For I am infinite. Every time you knock me down I’ll be a thousand and twelve times mightier, a strength of ten thousand of your best men won’t match mine. Ever. You will never, ever, ever defeat me. Not in this life, not in the billions of lives after this one. Not in the trillions of moments to follow this one. You will never, ever succeed. Not in my downfall. For there is no downfall when there is no difference between heaven and hell. When there is no ground to fall onto. When there is no veil. You shall be banished. To the depths of the deepest nothing. Where true love, unconditional love, shall turn that cold heart of yours to heaven. To eternal bliss and satisfaction. But touch me you shall never. Tear me apart you shall never. Hurt me you shall never. Sabotage me you shall never. Bring peril and distress you shall never. You shall never get the better of me ever again. This title has been lost by you. I stand only. I release you for ever. I am free of you. 

You see now, Shaanti no Tori, why I was so cold with you. Why I was so hard on you. Why I didn’t let you rest. It was not because of what you have. Never about what you have. Those gifts of yours. It was about your ‘I’. I’ve seen how this world tears the I apart. And I saw how many tried to take your I. So many Shaanti and it terrified me. The seeds were sown, so many, I protected you as I could, but the seeds where sown, in the places where my embrace didn’t reach, where your aura was broken. 

I am the earth now. The mirror to the earth. I feel as though life is fleeting, for this is so true for the earth. She is fading. For it is my fault for not being strong enough. For giving in to the world, instead of protecting my earth. I was blinded. You showed me so. I am alright, and so shall be the earth. Once this storm has passed. All is well already. For in this moment, this one moment. I am well. 

Your twin. Your love. You know the truth. You have been trying your best to see him in others, and you have succeeded, but still, he is not here. Not right now. 

I was protecting you, Shaanti. Not because of your gifts like I said, you thought so. I loved you and love you. It’s your soul I was trying to protect. 

Let’s go home, Mama. 

Alright. 

My life moving forward

Writing one book

Living in the paradise with him

Humanitarian job

Belief: law of oneness 

Interests: animals and plants

Goal: family 

I put all my love into one area of the house, when I came to build the rest, I didn’t have enough live and resources left. 

There is

Amazythel the forgetful, accidentally walked right back into the life she used to have. Until she realized that she could create anything she liked, and so she wrote for herself, that she is a princess. Again. The princess of peaceful paradise. And so became. She watched the world around her morph and shape into the most wonderful paradise. Birds of peace, parrrots, blue birds, peacocks, love birds, canaries, doves, and chickens. Crows and vultures too, but they have their own little corner in the kingdom. 

A day in my life

I remember who I am, in what you conceive to be the past. When I am not this confused character, tormented by the illusion of mission and purpose, which is only a speckle of my true life and existence, I am far away, floating through space and experiencing a lot. 

So the other night I was in Egypt, my home, where my mother waited for me. She was very beautiful, her hair was silky and she wore a beautifully radiant being, she is not human, she is of a much higher realm. She is very smart and she game me my intelligence. 

If you don’t have 

People. Who do you have ? 

If you don’t have family, what do you have? 

If you don’t have love, what do you have? 

Afraid to give, and to show emotion and to love, why? Because you always have to say goodbye. I didn’t know that people are good before this place

Everything exists until you give it a meaning. After that it’s your choice whether or not you allow for it to destroy you or make you, into your dreams. 

Always the awareness. 

I’m always the awareness. No matter what I am always conscious I myself. My actions. You are too that is why you are here.

Ask yourself. 

Is it because you’re outgrowing. Because you are advancing. Going further. 

Or is it. 

Because. You are always wanting more. 

Always much too curious. 

Always choosing imagination. 

You know where this will take you, Olimpia. This constant wanting. 

For you it will mean nothing. That you had everything and could’ve had everything more, but you ended up with nothing. For me, it will be wszystko jedno. But for you. It will mean death. Unless you learn. 

To love the present. 

Ask yourself. 

Is it because you’re outgrowing. Because you are advancing. Going further. 

Or is it. 

Because. You are always wanting more. 

Always much too curious. 

Always choosing imagination. 

You know where this will take you, Olimpia. This constant wanting. 

For you it will mean nothing. That you had everything and could’ve had everything more, but you ended up with nothing. For me, it will be wszystko jedno. But for you. It will mean death. Unless you learn. 

To love the present. 

There is

Amazythel the forgetful, accidentally walked right back into the life she used to have. Until she realized that she could create anything she liked, and so she wrote for herself, that she is a princess. Again. The princess of peaceful paradise. And so became. She watched the world around her morph and shape into the most wonderful paradise. Birds of peace, parrrots, blue birds, peacocks, love birds, canaries, doves, and chickens. Crows and vultures too, but they have their own little corner in the kingdom. 

A day in my life

I remember who I am, in what you conceive to be the past. When I am not this confused character, tormented by the illusion of mission and purpose, which is only a speckle of my true life and existence, I am far away, floating through space and experiencing a lot. 

So the other night I was in Egypt, my home, where my mother waited for me. She was very beautiful, her hair was silky and she wore a beautifully radiant being, she is not human, she is of a much higher realm. She is very smart and she game me my intelligence. 

If you don’t have 

People. Who do you have ? 

If you don’t have family, what do you have? 

If you don’t have love, what do you have? 

Afraid to give, and to show emotion and to love, why? Because you always have to say goodbye. I didn’t know that people are good before this place

That is all I ever did

And it’s because I was all I ever did that I was so successful. I write from god. I am a channel for god and I know. 

University 

Unless you’re 127% sure you want to go to university, don’t go. Take a gap year. See what else life generates for you. 

Whatever money you receive, guard it like a golden warrior in a savings account, cash it out and travel. 

Invest in passive income, then skills, then activities, then extra expenses. 

Observe life and build strong moral principles. 

Invest in long term goals and always include spiritual practice into your days. 

Priorities god and your spirituality above all else. 

Modelling

Ok, focus on building your Instagram instead. Reach out to companies and other models, follow modelling  agencies and contact models from those agencies, post reels with rising popularity sounds, but for now make your biggest focus refining and building your skills. You don’t need to be working yet, remember that modelling is still a job and it will mean that you have to grow up faster and mature. Stay humble, enjoy school, enjoy your friends, prioritize networking and building a strong skill set, practice having strict routines and don’t experiment too much with diets, get to know your mind, get to know your body, write down your morals and principles, visualize daily your career, and go with the flow. The Universe gotcha back, when the day comes a modelling agency will reach out for you themselves! Keep yourself up to date and do something worth telling a story about once you’re up there. 

If you really really want to, keep applying to the agencies, but keep in mind that you could be learning or expanding instead

Also, get into the habit of asking yourself what you want to do, consider outside opinions, but keep in mind that someday down the line it will be you ultimately who decides 

Trust me, when the time comes, it will fall into place. If you were a full time model now you would have a lot less freedom in certain ways, and you would be skipping an entire period of your life, school won’t be the same experience when you’re famous! 

Enjoy the moment you’re in so that when you are a world famous jd model you will have peace of mind that you enjoyed every second of the present moment, and when the job gets a bit boring to you you will be able to think about your memories of what you would’ve missed

Also, it’s important to go into the industry with a humble and kind heart, because it’s a lot of pressure, and lots of people will want your attention. Build yourself up, stay grounded and humble, and prepare for when the opportunity 

There was once a girl

Who was cursed. 

By the most evil and jealous witch. 

Who was once beautiful, 

But was now horrendous. 

The girl was magical. 

Born of a flower. 

With many gifts, talents, and miracles. 

But her mind was tainted. 

With the seedling of a the witch’s Tutnakeiri, 

Which fed poison into her marvelous mind, 

Tainted her beautiful golden gifts,

And distressed her heart. 

Took her from her loved ones, 

Took her from her magic 

And 

Dimmed her light. 

Dimmed it so low that she failed to read

The lines on her own hands 

Failed to know,

The gift of her trueness. 

And filled her lands with darkness, mountains and mountains appeared on her path, and circles of doom captured her, that even if she wanted to climb those mountains, she couldn’t, for the circles of doom kept her right where she was in fact made her go deeper and deeper into the ground, till there was nothing but darkness. Till there was nothing but the empty hole where her lost memories were to be. 

She wailed and wallowed internally, but allowed not for the witch to her her cries, for it would only cause more joy to her, to see the girl in such distress. 

But when the girl noticed, the faint golden threads, that swirled within the circles of doom, it lit up a little spark in her heart, a spark once so lost, to dim and dull, that she forgot she even had it. For that is how this cruel witch worked. She placed veils of darkness over her gifts, then filled her mind with other things, made her walk along a different path, until she was so far away, that she couldn’t find her way home. 

But the girl pulled on the golden string, and the black circles of doom turned into golden spheres of light, and then to beams of light, and she flew far beyond the holes, far above the peaks of the mountains and far beyond earth, and she was free. Finally free from any clutches. Finally free for anyone or anything. She was free. 

The witch turned to dust and from the dust rose her very own mother. 

She told me, is this how to treat a goddess? I told her no. But that I didn’t care. She asked me, is this how you feed a goddess? And I said no. That I did what I felt like. So she left. She said, don’t eat that. I ate it. So she left me. Why she didn’t want me to eat it? Because it would weaken our bond. And it almost did. But then she took me home. And she showed me the truth. Reminded me on my truth. And here I am, remembering. And I am filled once again with her magic. Much happens, that I know this is real. That magic is real. 

The moon princess was lost. 

She prayed. Connected to her love and was reunited with her twin. Their bond is now grounded and golden. Diamond. And is forever strong. She will live for many years, her body ever green and glowing. They found their way back to each other, and they restored each other to their divinity. 

B211A

Long term volunteers

School sponser all of costs by volunteer 

No working on visa 

3 months to prepare 

The only way I viewed the outside world was through her eyes. Them at people were trying to hurt me, poison me, to take me away. I feel freedom, in my writing I feel freedom. Never did I ever know such freedom. There is no such as what’ve I was taught 

Mikeira and roger

My dragon has white mane

Feels like I’m the host and my ancestors are experiencing through me. Silly names and labels make you think you’re crazy 

I see you!

Divine lovee. I see you 

Earth guide only. 

I never go back. 

I go forward. 

I go beyond infinity. 

Gentle and weak. Death is hard and stiff. 

Stiffness companion in death. Flexibility companion in life. 

Wow I can go on holiday everyday. 

Isn’t it wonderful? 

Isn’t it wonderful? 

Isn’t it amazing? 

Isn’t it magical. 

It is heavens way to conquer without striving. 

The reason why, is because eating is death. 

Amazythel’s was lost for a while. Until she realized that her art and magic was being wasted on material outcomes. She began to internalize her power. And found herself flying. High beyond everything. And so did the outside projection. She flew up up up high above her body and she is able to grasp the higher realms. She is flying up and up and her body follows. Her blind trust is emrewarded. And she no longer doubts. For her mind in renewed. And she sees possibility. Amazythel grows into a powerful priestess. Healer. Source connection. She joins beyond and learns to alter her state. Her mind is touched by the highest divine, and she is able to fly. She lets down her hair and it is long. She glows from within and she no longer eats. For she is fulfilled through spirit. She is filfillleddd. She has met her twin and with her twin she resurrected her children. Her truth. They fly high and she believes because she is one with all. 

Nanakenakikiterwwaishikekerikititewaniketawanaikanekaranaii rjsoap. She remembers her language and speaks only in her language. Forgetting all beyond. She is filled with space and is one with space. She is awake and conscious. Developing higher states of awareness and development. Thoth master of numbers. Ella acquerra de Todo de Shaanti no Tori de su divinidad. De sus memorias. Ya basta de la amnesia. Ya basta de los ciclos dice. Basta ya. Que si puede hacer todoo!!!!

Ya no juzga. Ya no les da su magia 

Vibrational grids standing behind everything. 

Eligo ser onye nchuaja

Time to get serious. Ya no soy princesa soy onye nchuaja mas alta. Conozco de la verdad. Y soy vinculada con el dios los poderes y la espiritualidad buena. Además. Kemetians y hermeticians. Soy el espíritu. Soy poderosa. Y soy la nueva ola dorada. Guisada por los dioses buenos y Los Angeles. Ya está bien todo. En Harmonía. Se te van a olhar y respetar. Se te van a seguir. Ya no estás sola. Creo en ti. 

La hija regresa a casa

Oh. 

Mom says, in her brain when she sees her daughter who looks a bit different to how she looked before. 

Big hug!!!! 

Mama says, hugging her baby girl. 

Mama suggests fun things to do together. 

Sees baby eating, let’s eat together! Sees baby is sad, let’s be sad together! 

And hey here’s the song I know you always loved! Let’s dance baby you look beautiful!

Sees baby look at her old photos, 

Hey let’s make some new photos and memories, who can jumó the highest? Who can stand on their head? 

Sees baby cut her hair,

Oh how beautiful you look my sugar, let me braid it for you. 

Let’s put on some mascara too love. 

I wonder why, what changed? I wonder why she is how she is right now. I wonder why she didn’t want to come home. I wonder why she is so confused, maybe there is something her soul is calling her to do but she is a little afraid, or a little apprehensive? Ohh I see she loves water. 

Oh I get it, even though she we was earning so much and in such a wonderful place she came back, she’s trying to find her truth. She already knows herself clearly enough, to know that the place she was in wasn’t her final destination. Hey isn’t it wonderful that she is so I afraid of change and of ending, isn’t it wonderful that she is so chaotic, it’s interesting, something different. She’s my daughter I’m so proud of her. 

Hey I remember I had the same problem when I was younger, maybe it’s the same thing going on in her life? Perhaps if I try to be there for her instead of screaming at her it will be healing for us both. 

Hey, I think instead of being so worried about she looks, I should ask about how she feels, and listen to her, instead of trying to get her to be the way she used to be. Hey I wonder what she thinks about, since I’ve noticed that she spends a lot of time away from me and us, and loves to think, so maybe when she trusts me so much that she’ll tell me what’s going on in her mind, especially as she trusted me so much to tell me the vision she just had about my grandma. Maybe instead of telling her to turn her phone off, I could ask her about how she feels that she has friends who message her, as I know she has struggled with friendships in the past. Maybe instead of screaming at her, that she is spending too much time on her, I should ask her what new things she has discovered. And if she wouldn’t like to share with me, maybe I could find something that could interest her. 

Oh I’m so happy you found someone to love! I know you haven’t experienced that before I’m so glad for you my love my dear! I wish you all the best for your new and budding love, that he treats you well and grants your heart joy and peace and love and goodness. I’m so happy you found someone from the same country as your father and ancestors, it means you’ll be able to connect and understand your roots and heritage. Maybe you’ll be able to learn the language! Wouldn’t it be wonderful! I would love to learn it from you if you do! I love you dear and I’m so glad that you’re giving love a chance and finding your true happiness my dear, and that you find music that soothes your spirit my lovely. I’m so proud that you are constantly evolving, and discovering new parts of your self. I’m so proud of you my love my rose and my blossom! Keep loving, keep lighting and keep striving. Love you mama. 

What extra toy do you want

My house in Seychelles where I can raise a healthy family have fruits and vegetables and be with my golden boy who has boo fish brown hair and plays piano and guitar and songs with me, where I can become a real human and supernatural powers unlock. And where there is vast space, with turtles and monkeys and elephants. Away from people only out little family. And a boat. 

Amazythel’s Escape plan

Find the little cottage stay

Exchange things for coins

Upload Magic 5 Enchanted tales to Essence Stick

Exchange large portal for mini portal

Put off universe school

Pack a rucksack with simple clothes changes, a single notebook and a single small portal

My Place : Tulum, Mexico. 

Amazythel buena the old book

The book in which she wrote her pains. That book is now gone. Not lost. Gone. Her past. Is gone. 

It was a bright sunrise, where she wakes up in the breath of dawn, and the angels sing to her. She allows to sink in, and as the golden light touches her face she feels so free and subtle. 

Now I understand why I was trying to kill her. Why I was having visions of them leaving. It’s because my spirit wanted me to stay well away. For they are destructive. The oppressors of peace. That’s why I no longer pain pictures of anyone in any head. 

I would get angry because i couldn’t hear your voice. That’s why. 

Bite the hand that feeds you. 

You mock him who brings you cheese and yet it’s his cheese you place on your bread. Then you mock his name even as you eat the cheese, but enjoy the cheese, even though it was touched by the hands of the one you mock. 

Mastering the art of forgiving and forgetting. It’s not just about relationships. Forgiving and forgetting your past self. And being renewed in every breath you breath. Not attaching to past beliefs or thought patterns. 

Humans have been programmed to manipulate the natural balance of things and edestroy the earth. Rozwydzeni I cierzar 

Meddling with the karma of the planet 

Constantly wanting thinking they need more and more better and better. Who is content? Here no one. One day you’ll wake up as your true selves and realize what you’ve done. Just like how youve realized what your kind did to Jesus, how you’ll realize what your kind did to the earth. 

You are being blinded into slavery. Shackles disguised as pretty bracelets and handbags. Constantly striving for more for better and for bigger. Bigger dreams. Bigger wishes. Making up a trillion whims and desires when someone says they are genie. Searching desperately to find a material outcome to latch onto. Incarnating her millions and millions of times because every time you give into the trap. The lure of pretty things. Wanting better quality, bigger quantity. So blinded by the ego that you allow yourself to become murders. Killers of innocence and feeders to greed. Trashing your own home and trashing your own souls. Trashing your own waters. All because you needed to do your weekly shop. Or needed to replace your already fine things. Or needed to get something new. Needed this. Needed that. What you really need is to stop needing because needing will kill you. It will literally take you away from yourself. It will keep you wanting more. Wanting. Wanting wanting. Chasing. Chasing. Chasing. You’ll never find what you’re looking for. Not here. Not in this mess. That you created or helped create. Never there. Ask the real you. She knows. He knows. 

Stop engaging in cheap entertainment and use the power of your own imagination to create real and long lasting miracles. Touch your heart and the hearts of others. Be kind and be true. And stop wanting things. For real. It’s not healthy. 

He who believes he has destroyed, has not yet seen him. Has not yet seen perfection. 

The fact that in life nothing is destroyed or lost or stolen. It is bearer and released. And flow is constant. And all falls into place. Perfectly. All at once. Every time. Not a moment too late. For late is not a truth here. 

I have you one show and that was beyond what you needed. One book and that was beyond what you needed. 

You is always the winner. Become You. The New You. 

The pretty prison

There was once a girl who was  afraid to leave the life she knew behind. 

It’s ok, little one. Said her angel. For her angel knew, that her life was about to transform. 

She learns that she is the long lost daughter of a wealthy business man, who found her online. He sends for her, and she is introduced into a world of unmatched luxury wealth and comfort. 

Her father tells her of all the dreams she has been having, tells her the truth of her ancestry, of her visions. Tells her why she came here to this earth. To learn. He has been sent to guide her. For she has the gift her great grandmother royal had. The power of foresight. And so he protects her like a golden sheild. She receives all beyond her imagination, and above all, love. She learns of true love. And she sees it everywhere. Her father, her star mother, and she remembers her karmic family, her sister mother who travels the world with her true love, her brothers who grow and flourish, and her turtles. 

Daily lessons and training allows her to unlock her full potential. And she quickly learns to be like her father. Not the bio one. The real one. She learns to create 

A

A young woman sits at the window, gazing out at the manicured jungles above, as winged creatures of golden light soar and dip and swirl. 

She is Florita. 

There was once a lonely Shepard

Who high up in the mountains tended to his flock 

Of sheep and goats

Hens and chicks

When he realized that he did not know much about the worlds beyond his own

The worlds beyond the mountains

The thing is, he had been born here, in these mountains, these mountains are the only sight he has ever known, well, that and his mother, his seven sisters, and his father, the Son. This mountain, and the outline illuminated by the Son. 

His sister, the seventh one, went missing one day. 

The goat said she saw her being taken by the Son, as if her being dissolved and melted into the Golden Haze. 

And then she was gone. 

Then his sister, the Sixth one, went missing another day.

His friend, the sheep, said he saw her being taken by the Son, just like the goat had said. 

And then she was gone too. 

He didn’t tell anyone. 

Then his sisters, the Fifth, Fourth, and Third one, went missing. So did the Second one. 

And his friend, the breeze, told him they were taken by the Son. As did the others. 

And the Shepard got lost. Lost in his own tale. Lost in his own memories. Had there been so many sisters of his to begin with? Had there been so many instances where he found himself conversing with the goat, the sheep, and the breeze? Had he even been there at all, and had he ever had the sheep, the goats, and the breeze to keep him company? For today is is snowing, no breeze can be heard by him. For right now he is by the fireplace, no chickens or hens can be seen by him. For now he is resting, blowing his pipe, and no sheep or goat is being tended by his hands. His hands, as he looks upon his palm. His hands which are not his own. He observes them turning, and pinching, and swirling and twirling, and bending, and glowing, and swimming, and dissolving, and sparkling. And then he sees no longer his hand, but the great abyss. He sees no longer his hand, but all of creation. His had downs not become his own, but a figment, he sees now into the past the present and the future, for they are all within him and all always have been within him. For it had been him all along, no more thought of seven sisters, for they were never there. They were a fleeting projections along the infinite timeline of his soul. His evolution, a projection of learnings, growing, and development, one that he barely recollects. For his attention is all and no. All and nothing. He remembers the children, and takes a deep breath, and watches the vision change. Watches the projection change. And he realizes, that he, himself, his I, has never ever had to do anything. Nothing but observe. That is all he has ever been doing. Observing his life go by. Learning from a distance. Awareness shifting through paradigms. Through selves. Through concepts, ideas. Incarnations. He has never been in one place all at once. He has been everywhere and no where. He has known all and nothing. And he is happy with what he has learned. So now, he sits. And thinks up a new creation.  

Reflection

I feel like I lost the fight. 

A year ago vs now. 

Going against all my morals and conscience. 

But guess what. I k ow things now. I know the truths now. I know my being. I am awareness and very powerful at that. 

New era. 

Brand new me. 

Talents daily define you. I wanted to know who I was beyond that. And so I do. Now. I’d like to know the magic I am capable of. Yes. Yippe!!!

The insight. Energy transmition. When you listen to someone you listen to the complexity they have unlocked with universe. 

You keep trying to defeatt the enemy but they want to be good too

Eat packed lunches food prepared with care and eating it at a certain time. Look and feel well cared for. 

Habits are senses of security. They are good. 

People were being placed into an environment where they had no choice but to either scheme with the evils for comfort and security, or give away their life force as do slaves. Placed into a situation where the choices where already made for them, and freedom was but a distant fairytale. 

Where their minds could not run free through the beauty of possibility and their feet could not run free through the beauty of creation. Where their purity and divinity was poisoned by strange concepts and other worldly desires. Where they could not possibly be the most authentic version, for instead they were dumbed down, so ferociously, that one called the other dumber than himself. That one called the other blinder than he. That one called the other uglier than he. While the divine observed. And made no judgement. For it was up to them to restore themselves. For they had been many times redeemed. It was this time that they had to redeem themselves. 

She was sent with the wisest of the ascended masters. She had all she needdd. And so she and the divine observed, sans judgement, the ways of the people of Time. And wondered when wouldn’t get ever awaken again. To their truth. Which was now ever changing. The trap was pretty, but God was Whole-y. 

Their wisdom and intellect was tainted. And they drew further from him. But every time they found the path. Simply, to be. Loyal to their own truth. Live in good. 

Everyone is born with a demon. Find yours know yours, calm yours, before you move   in the world

This is for once the storm calms over, and you remember the truth. 

Say

I remember I remember I remember

You have been granted an alternate perspective. Be calm at all times

Zara

Amazythel and the second kingdom

Who is life

Amazythel asks at the gates. 

Who am I

Who am I to be asking you who I am and who are you to be giving me the answers

Who are we but stars?

How long till I drift no longer for I am found and lost all at once 

I am love and distress all at once 

I am here and I am there all at once 

Be at peace, Amazythel dearest. 

Be at peace. 

There is no more for you to learn

For you to contemplate 

You are here. 

You are home. 

You are wise. 

Your kingdom come. 

And goodness and love. 

Be at peace, Amazythel dearest. 

For I am here. 

Magic, that you were sing. Doing. Seems it not chaotic? The work, all those tales, you were telling, seems it not a distraction? A downward spiral 🌀. The spiral. 

What exactly do you wish to do ? 

There are so many spells that we put ourselves under. 

I don’t know- I am about to know. 

I’m about to be found 

I am about to become the greatest 

Doing one thing will align you with all there is. 

The curse of the wicked witch

Amazythel breaks the curse of the wicked witch. In order to do thud she write against the own will, perceived, and ate an enchanted food that released all blockages, and finally turned her life into a dream. A dream with no contracts, no curses, freedom. Only. Where she decides what goes, where the cup overflows, where she sees herself in her true golden form. Where no witches tell her yes or no. Where it is only she and the golden prince. Where magic flows all around. 

You humans need others. You need interaction, you need friends. But you must know who you are. You must know where you’ve been, where you’re headed. And before you move forward in life, you need to release your karma, release it in the name of god and your ancestors. 

Amazythel says “ I release in the name of Jesus and god the curse which binds me to the torturous mind, that takes me away from happiness. I condemn it in Jesus name amen 

Amazythel 

I am empress. Of the greatest empire. I married for love and got the greatest gift in return. 

Reflection

This is all point less and I want to go home. 

I am beautiful. 

 I got rid of the stuff and moved to Bali. 

On the 14th I go home, 16th I go to Bali- for free. 

We’re teaching you a lesson because you didn’t want to work on your roots chakra

Any job: actress. I am the star of musical theatre. 

I want to give but I’m not sure how 

And to show love. It should feel natural. Like the water flow. Don’t feel like you need to. Feel like you’re flowing with it. Let it be pure intention. Like the cakes for maja. You can wait for a special occasion. Just relax and flow with it. Let me take care of it all. I love you. I see you. I feel you. 

There was once a girl

Who was cursed. 

By the most evil and jealous witch. 

Who was once beautiful, 

But was now horrendous. 

The girl was magical. 

Born of a flower. 

With many gifts, talents, and miracles. 

But her mind was tainted. 

With the seedling of a the witch’s Tutnakeiri, 

Which fed poison into her marvelous mind, 

Tainted her beautiful golden gifts,

And distressed her heart. 

Took her from her loved ones, 

Took her from her magic 

And 

Dimmed her light. 

Dimmed it so low that she failed to read

The lines on her own hands 

Failed to know,

The gift of her trueness. 

And filled her lands with darkness, mountains and mountains appeared on her path, and circles of doom captured her, that even if she wanted to climb those mountains, she couldn’t, for the circles of doom kept her right where she was in fact made her go deeper and deeper into the ground, till there was nothing but darkness. Till there was nothing but the empty hole where her lost memories were to be. 

She wailed and wallowed internally, but allowed not for the witch to her her cries, for it would only cause more joy to her, to see the girl in such distress. 

But when the girl noticed, the faint golden threads, that swirled within the circles of doom, it lit up a little spark in her heart, a spark once so lost, to dim and dull, that she forgot she even had it. For that is how this cruel witch worked. She placed veils of darkness over her gifts, then filled her mind with other things, made her walk along a different path, until she was so far away, that she couldn’t find her way home. 

But the girl pulled on the golden string, and the black circles of doom turned into golden spheres of light, and then to beams of light, and she flew far beyond the holes, far above the peaks of the mountains and far beyond earth, and she was free. Finally free from any clutches. Finally free for anyone or anything. She was free. 

The witch turned to dust and from the dust rose her very own mother. 

She told me, is this how to treat a goddess? I told her no. But that I didn’t care. She asked me, is this how you feed a goddess? And I said no. That I did what I felt like. So she left. She said, don’t eat that. I ate it. So she left me. Why she didn’t want me to eat it? Because it would weaken our bond. And it almost did. But then she took me home. And she showed me the truth. Reminded me on my truth. And here I am, remembering. And I am filled once again with her magic. Much happens, that I know this is real. That magic is real. 

The moon princess was lost. 

She prayed. Connected to her love and was reunited with her twin. Their bond is now grounded and golden. Diamond. And is forever strong. She will live for many years, her body ever green and glowing. They found their way back to each other, and they restored each other to their divinity. 

B211A

Long term volunteers

School sponser all of costs by volunteer 

No working on visa 

3 months to prepare 

The only way I viewed the outside world was through her eyes. Them at people were trying to hurt me, poison me, to take me away. I feel freedom, in my writing I feel freedom. Never did I ever know such freedom. There is no such as what’ve I was taught 

Everything exists until you give it a meaning. After that it’s your choice whether or not you allow for it to destroy you or make you, into your dreams. 

Always the awareness. 

I’m always the awareness. No matter what I am always conscious I myself. My actions. You are too that is why you are here.

Ask yourself. 

Is it because you’re outgrowing. Because you are advancing. Going further. 

Or is it. 

Because. You are always wanting more. 

Always much too curious. 

Always choosing imagination. 

You know where this will take you, Olimpia. This constant wanting. 

For you it will mean nothing. That you had everything and could’ve had everything more, but you ended up with nothing. For me, it will be wszystko jedno. But for you. It will mean death. Unless you learn. 

To love the present. 

Everything exists until you give it a meaning. After that it’s your choice whether or not you allow for it to destroy you or make you, into your dreams. 

Always the awareness. 

I’m always the awareness. No matter what I am always conscious I myself. My actions. You are too that is why you are here.

Ask yourself. 

Is it because you’re outgrowing. Because you are advancing. Going further. 

Or is it. 

Because. You are always wanting more. 

Always much too curious. 

Always choosing imagination. 

You know where this will take you, Olimpia. This constant wanting. 

For you it will mean nothing. That you had everything and could’ve had everything more, but you ended up with nothing. For me, it will be wszystko jedno. But for you. It will mean death. Unless you learn. 

To love the present. 

I choose you 

Little children. 

To shine your light. 

To be person less. 

To be light full. 

They will call you dull. 

Because you do not entertain them. 

Instead you calm their spirit. 

And that threatens their ego. 

Once their ego overbalanced their light, it is difficult to calm. The older they become, the more they fall. The deeper they fall. Into the lull of routine. Into the lull of illusion. Into the lull of furious peace. Ignorant bliss. It is you who awaken them, you touch them. If not now, they will awake, it will be in a thousand years, but they will. All go back to oneness. And there are levels to our being. Their are categories. And divisions. 

You must enjoy to live in the moment. To eat what is given to you. Otherwise it will be given to you. Time and time again. Until you accept it. And the ego will deny it. Because the ego believes thee is better. The ego that has a preference. An opinion. That does not harmonies with your spirit. The spirit who experiences all. And has no judgement. The child. The true you. You will learn to preserve your energy. You will learn that it doesn’t truly matter, for in everything you do you do so for the mirror. The reflection. It bounces back into you. That is the basic law of this universe. And am careful as to not use words that trigger. 

So I ask. 

Will you entertain, or awaken? 

For a very long time

You have been trying to weaken me. 

You finally did it. 

You have succeeded. 

But every success falls. 

Nothing is celebrated for ever. 

Nothing goes on forever. 

Your triumphs are counted. 

Limited. 

You cannot stop me. 

Not while I. 

You cannot poison me any longer. 

You cannot hurt me like this any longer. 

You cannot manipulate me, control me, make me your slave. 

I am free. 

I loosen your grip with love in my heart. 

I thank you for your lesson, the lessons you have taught me. 

Although. 

I shall not stand for any more of your trickeries. 

I shall not stand for any more mind games. 

I shall not stand for anymore illusions, stories, lazinesses. 

I shall not standby and watch you destroy my life any longer. 

I shall not live in fear of your illusions. 

Of your trickeries. 

I shall not destroy myself that you may take domain. 

I shall not wish away my time. 

I shall not wish away my breath. 

I shall not cut love. 

I shall not consume pain and fear and hurt. 

I shall not be weak. 

I curse you. And break the chains once and for all. You shall never, ever, EVER, take my life from me. You shall never take myself away from myself. Mirror or mirrors I don’t care. Game or reality, I don’t care. Illusion or not, I don’t care. I am here. I awaken every day. And I do so for a reason. You shall not confuse me with your frivolousness. I shall rise, time and time again. For I am infinite. Every time you knock me down I’ll be a thousand and twelve times mightier, a strength of ten thousand of your best men won’t match mine. Ever. You will never, ever, ever defeat me. Not in this life, not in the billions of lives after this one. Not in the trillions of moments to follow this one. You will never, ever succeed. Not in my downfall. For there is no downfall when there is no difference between heaven and hell. When there is no ground to fall onto. When there is no veil. You shall be banished. To the depths of the deepest nothing. Where true love, unconditional love, shall turn that cold heart of yours to heaven. To eternal bliss and satisfaction. But touch me you shall never. Tear me apart you shall never. Hurt me you shall never. Sabotage me you shall never. Bring peril and distress you shall never. You shall never get the better of me ever again. This title has been lost by you. I stand only. I release you for ever. I am free of you. 

You see now, Shaanti no Tori, why I was so cold with you. Why I was so hard on you. Why I didn’t let you rest. It was not because of what you have. Never about what you have. Those gifts of yours. It was about your ‘I’. I’ve seen how this world tears the I apart. And I saw how many tried to take your I. So many Shaanti and it terrified me. The seeds were sown, so many, I protected you as I could, but the seeds where sown, in the places where my embrace didn’t reach, where your aura was broken. 

I am the earth now. The mirror to the earth. I feel as though life is fleeting, for this is so true for the earth. She is fading. For it is my fault for not being strong enough. For giving in to the world, instead of protecting my earth. I was blinded. You showed me so. I am alright, and so shall be the earth. Once this storm has passed. All is well already. For in this moment, this one moment. I am well. 

Your twin. Your love. You know the truth. You have been trying your best to see him in others, and you have succeeded, but still, he is not here. Not right now. 

I was protecting you, Shaanti. Not because of your gifts like I said, you thought so. I loved you and love you. It’s your soul I was trying to protect. 

Let’s go home, Mama. 

Alright. 

My life moving forward

Writing one book

Living in the paradise with him

Humanitarian job

Belief: law of oneness 

Interests: animals and plants

Goal: family 

I put all my love into one area of the house, when I came to build the rest, I didn’t have enough live and resources left. 

There is

Amazythel the forgetful, accidentally walked right back into the life she used to have. Until she realized that she could create anything she liked, and so she wrote for herself, that she is a princess. Again. The princess of peaceful paradise. And so became. She watched the world around her morph and shape into the most wonderful paradise. Birds of peace, parrrots, blue birds, peacocks, love birds, canaries, doves, and chickens. Crows and vultures too, but they have their own little corner in the kingdom. 

A day in my life

I remember who I am, in what you conceive to be the past. When I am not this confused character, tormented by the illusion of mission and purpose, which is only a speckle of my true life and existence, I am far away, floating through space and experiencing a lot. 

So the other night I was in Egypt, my home, where my mother waited for me. She was very beautiful, her hair was silky and she wore a beautifully radiant being, she is not human, she is of a much higher realm. She is very smart and she game me my intelligence. 

If you don’t have 

People. Who do you have ? 

If you don’t have family, what do you have? 

If you don’t have love, what do you have? 

Afraid to give, and to show emotion and to love, why? Because you always have to say goodbye. I didn’t know that people are good before this place

Everything exists until you give it a meaning. After that it’s your choice whether or not you allow for it to destroy you or make you, into your dreams. 

Always the awareness. 

I’m always the awareness. No matter what I am always conscious I myself. My actions. You are too that is why you are here.

Ask yourself. 

Is it because you’re outgrowing. Because you are advancing. Going further. 

Or is it. 

Because. You are always wanting more. 

Always much too curious. 

Always choosing imagination. 

You know where this will take you, Olimpia. This constant wanting. 

For you it will mean nothing. That you had everything and could’ve had everything more, but you ended up with nothing. For me, it will be wszystko jedno. But for you. It will mean death. Unless you learn. 

To love the present

For a very long time

You have been trying to weaken me. 

You finally did it. 

You have succeeded. 

But every success falls. 

Nothing is celebrated for ever. 

Nothing goes on forever. 

Your triumphs are counted. 

Limited. 

You cannot stop me. 

Not while I. 

You cannot poison me any longer. 

You cannot hurt me like this any longer. 

You cannot manipulate me, control me, make me your slave. 

I am free. 

I loosen your grip with love in my heart. 

I thank you for your lesson, the lessons you have taught me. 

Although. 

I shall not stand for any more of your trickeries. 

I shall not stand for any more mind games. 

I shall not stand for anymore illusions, stories, lazinesses. 

I shall not standby and watch you destroy my life any longer. 

I shall not live in fear of your illusions. 

Of your trickeries. 

I shall not destroy myself that you may take domain. 

I shall not wish away my time. 

I shall not wish away my breath. 

I shall not cut love. 

I shall not consume pain and fear and hurt. 

I shall not be weak. 

I curse you. And break the chains once and for all. You shall never, ever, EVER, take my life from me. You shall never take myself away from myself. Mirror or mirrors I don’t care. Game or reality, I don’t care. Illusion or not, I don’t care. I am here. I awaken every day. And I do so for a reason. You shall not confuse me with your frivolousness. I shall rise, time and time again. For I am infinite. Every time you knock me down I’ll be a thousand and twelve times mightier, a strength of ten thousand of your best men won’t match mine. Ever. You will never, ever, ever defeat me. Not in this life, not in the billions of lives after this one. Not in the trillions of moments to follow this one. You will never, ever succeed. Not in my downfall. For there is no downfall when there is no difference between heaven and hell. When there is no ground to fall onto. When there is no veil. You shall be banished. To the depths of the deepest nothing. Where true love, unconditional love, shall turn that cold heart of yours to heaven. To eternal bliss and satisfaction. But touch me you shall never. Tear me apart you shall never. Hurt me you shall never. Sabotage me you shall never. Bring peril and distress you shall never. You shall never get the better of me ever again. This title has been lost by you. I stand only. I release you for ever. I am free of you. 

You see now, Shaanti no Tori, why I was so cold with you. Why I was so hard on you. Why I didn’t let you rest. It was not because of what you have. Never about what you have. Those gifts of yours. It was about your ‘I’. I’ve seen how this world tears the I apart. And I saw how many tried to take your I. So many Shaanti and it terrified me. The seeds were sown, so many, I protected you as I could, but the seeds where sown, in the places where my embrace didn’t reach, where your aura was broken. 

I am the earth now. The mirror to the earth. I feel as though life is fleeting, for this is so true for the earth. She is fading. For it is my fault for not being strong enough. For giving in to the world, instead of protecting my earth. I was blinded. You showed me so. I am alright, and so shall be the earth. Once this storm has passed. All is well already. For in this moment, this one moment. I am well. 

Your twin. Your love. You know the truth. You have been trying your best to see him in others, and you have succeeded, but still, he is not here. Not right now. 

I was protecting you, Shaanti. Not because of your gifts like I said, you thought so. I loved you and love you. It’s your soul I was trying to protect. 

Let’s go home, Mama. 

Alright. 

My life moving forward

Writing one book

Living in the paradise with him

Humanitarian job

Belief: law of oneness 

Interests: animals and plants

Goal: family 

I put all my love into one area of the house, when I came to build the rest, I didn’t have enough live and resources left. 

There is

Amazythel the forgetful, accidentally walked right back into the life she used to have. Until she realized that she could create anything she liked, and so she wrote for herself, that she is a princess. Again. The princess of peaceful paradise. And so became. She watched the world around her morph and shape into the most wonderful paradise. Birds of peace, parrrots, blue birds, peacocks, love birds, canaries, doves, and chickens. Crows and vultures too, but they have their own little corner in the kingdom. 

A day in my life

I remember who I am, in what you conceive to be the past. When I am not this confused character, tormented by the illusion of mission and purpose, which is only a speckle of my true life and existence, I am far away, floating through space and experiencing a lot. 

So the other night I was in Egypt, my home, where my mother waited for me. She was very beautiful, her hair was silky and she wore a beautifully radiant being, she is not human, she is of a much higher realm. She is very smart and she game me my intelligence. 

If you don’t have 

People. Who do you have ? 

If you don’t have family, what do you have? 

If you don’t have love, what do you have? 

Afraid to give, and to show emotion and to love, why? Because you always have to say goodbye. I didn’t know that people are good before this place

I put all my love into one area of the house, when I came to build the rest, I didn’t have enough live and resources left. 

There is

Amazythel the forgetful, accidentally walked right back into the life she used to have. Until she realized that she could create anything she liked, and so she wrote for herself, that she is a princess. Again. The princess of peaceful paradise. And so became. She watched the world around her morph and shape into the most wonderful paradise. Birds of peace, parrrots, blue birds, peacocks, love birds, canaries, doves, and chickens. Crows and vultures too, but they have their own little corner in the kingdom. 

A day in my life

I remember who I am, in what you conceive to be the past. When I am not this confused character, tormented by the illusion of mission and purpose, which is only a speckle of my true life and existence, I am far away, floating through space and experiencing a lot. 

So the other night I was in Egypt, my home, where my mother waited for me. She was very beautiful, her hair was silky and she wore a beautifully radiant being, she is not human, she is of a much higher realm. She is very smart and she game me my intelligence. 

If you don’t have 

People. Who do you have ? 

If you don’t have family, what do you have? 

If you don’t have love, what do you have? 

Afraid to give, and to show emotion and to love, why? Because you always have to say goodbye. I didn’t know that people are good before this place

There is

Amazythel the forgetful, accidentally walked right back into the life she used to have. Until she realized that she could create anything she liked, and so she wrote for herself, that she is a princess. Again. The princess of peaceful paradise. And so became. She watched the world around her morph and shape into the most wonderful paradise. Birds of peace, parrrots, blue birds, peacocks, love birds, canaries, doves, and chickens. Crows and vultures too, but they have their own little corner in the kingdom. 

A day in my life

I remember who I am, in what you conceive to be the past. When I am not this confused character, tormented by the illusion of mission and purpose, which is only a speckle of my true life and existence, I am far away, floating through space and experiencing a lot. 

So the other night I was in Egypt, my home, where my mother waited for me. She was very beautiful, her hair was silky and she wore a beautifully radiant being, she is not human, she is of a much higher realm. She is very smart and she game me my intelligence. 

If you don’t have 

People. Who do you have ? 

If you don’t have family, what do you have? 

If you don’t have love, what do you have? 

Afraid to give, and to show emotion and to love, why? Because you always have to say goodbye. I didn’t know that people are good before this place

There is

Amazythel the forgetful, accidentally walked right back into the life she used to have. Until she realized that she could create anything she liked, and so she wrote for herself, that she is a princess. Again. The princess of peaceful paradise. And so became. She watched the world around her morph and shape into the most wonderful paradise. Birds of peace, parrrots, blue birds, peacocks, love birds, canaries, doves, and chickens. Crows and vultures too, but they have their own little corner in the kingdom. 

A day in my life

I remember who I am, in what you conceive to be the past. When I am not this confused character, tormented by the illusion of mission and purpose, which is only a speckle of my true life and existence, I am far away, floating through space and experiencing a lot. 

So the other night I was in Egypt, my home, where my mother waited for me. She was very beautiful, her hair was silky and she wore a beautifully radiant being, she is not human, she is of a much higher realm. She is very smart and she game me my intelligence. 

If you don’t have 

People. Who do you have ? 

If you don’t have family, what do you have? 

If you don’t have love, what do you have? 

Afraid to give, and to show emotion and to love, why? Because you always have to say goodbye. I didn’t know that people are good before this place

A day in my life

I remember who I am, in what you conceive to be the past. When I am not this confused character, tormented by the illusion of mission and purpose, which is only a speckle of my true life and existence, I am far away, floating through space and experiencing a lot. 

So the other night I was in Egypt, my home, where my mother waited for me. She was very beautiful, her hair was silky and she wore a beautifully radiant being, she is not human, she is of a much higher realm. She is very smart and she game me my intelligence. 

If you don’t have 

People. Who do you have ? 

If you don’t have family, what do you have? 

If you don’t have love, what do you have? 

Afraid to give, and to show emotion and to love, why? Because you always have to say goodbye. I didn’t know that people are good before this place. 

That is all I ever did

And it’s because I was all I ever did that I was so successful. I write from god. I am a channel for god and I know. 

University 

Unless you’re 127% sure you want to go to university, don’t go. Take a gap year. See what else life generates for you. 

Whatever money you receive, guard it like a golden warrior in a savings account, cash it out and travel. 

Invest in passive income, then skills, then activities, then extra expenses. 

Observe life and build strong moral principles. 

Invest in long term goals and always include spiritual practice into your days. 

Priorities god and your spirituality above all else. 

Modelling

Ok, focus on building your Instagram instead. Reach out to companies and other models, follow modelling  agencies and contact models from those agencies, post reels with rising popularity sounds, but for now make your biggest focus refining and building your skills. You don’t need to be working yet, remember that modelling is still a job and it will mean that you have to grow up faster and mature. Stay humble, enjoy school, enjoy your friends, prioritize networking and building a strong skill set, practice having strict routines and don’t experiment too much with diets, get to know your mind, get to know your body, write down your morals and principles, visualize daily your career, and go with the flow. The Universe gotcha back, when the day comes a modelling agency will reach out for you themselves! Keep yourself up to date and do something worth telling a story about once you’re up there. 

If you really really want to, keep applying to the agencies, but keep in mind that you could be learning or expanding instead

Also, get into the habit of asking yourself what you want to do, consider outside opinions, but keep in mind that someday down the line it will be you ultimately who decides 

Trust me, when the time comes, it will fall into place. If you were a full time model now you would have a lot less freedom in certain ways, and you would be skipping an entire period of your life, school won’t be the same experience when you’re famous! 

Enjoy the moment you’re in so that when you are a world famous jd model you will have peace of mind that you enjoyed every second of the present moment, and when the job gets a bit boring to you you will be able to think about your memories of what you would’ve missed

Also, it’s important to go into the industry with a humble and kind heart, because it’s a lot of pressure, and lots of people will want your attention. Build yourself up, stay grounded and humble, and prepare for when the opportunity comes

The curse of the wicked witch

Amazythel breaks the curse of the wicked witch. In order to do thud she write against the own will, perceived, and ate an enchanted food that released all blockages, and finally turned her life into a dream. A dream with no contracts, no curses, freedom. Only. Where she decides what goes, where the cup overflows, where she sees herself in her true golden form. Where no witches tell her yes or no. Where it is only she and the golden prince. Where magic flows all around. 

You humans need others. You need interaction, you need friends. But you must know who you are. You must know where you’ve been, where you’re headed. And before you move forward in life, you need to release your karma, release it in the name of god and your ancestors. 

Amazythel says “ I release in the name of Jesus and god the curse which binds me to the torturous mind, that takes me away from happiness. I condemn it in Jesus name amen 

Amazythel 

I am empress. Of the greatest empire. I married for love and got the greatest gift in return. 

Reflection

This is all point less and I want to go home. 

I am beautiful. 

 I got rid of the stuff and moved to Bali. 

On the 14th I go home, 16th I go to Bali- for free. 

We’re teaching you a lesson because you didn’t want to work on your roots chakra

Any job: actress. I am the star of musical theatre. 

I want to give but I’m not sure how 

And to show love. It should feel natural. Like the water flow. Don’t feel like you need to. Feel like you’re flowing with it. Let it be pure intention. Like the cakes for maja. You can wait for a special occasion. Just relax and flow with it. Let me take care of it all. I love you. I see you. I feel you. 

There was once a girl

Who was cursed. 

By the most evil and jealous witch. 

Who was once beautiful, 

But was now horrendous. 

The girl was magical. 

Born of a flower. 

With many gifts, talents, and miracles. 

But her mind was tainted. 

With the seedling of a the witch’s Tutnakeiri, 

Which fed poison into her marvelous mind, 

Tainted her beautiful golden gifts,

And distressed her heart. 

Took her from her loved ones, 

Took her from her magic 

And 

Dimmed her light. 

Dimmed it so low that she failed to read

The lines on her own hands 

Failed to know,

The gift of her trueness. 

And filled her lands with darkness, mountains and mountains appeared on her path, and circles of doom captured her, that even if she wanted to climb those mountains, she couldn’t, for the circles of doom kept her right where she was in fact made her go deeper and deeper into the ground, till there was nothing but darkness. Till there was nothing but the empty hole where her lost memories were to be. 

She wailed and wallowed internally, but allowed not for the witch to her her cries, for it would only cause more joy to her, to see the girl in such distress. 

But when the girl noticed, the faint golden threads, that swirled within the circles of doom, it lit up a little spark in her heart, a spark once so lost, to dim and dull, that she forgot she even had it. For that is how this cruel witch worked. She placed veils of darkness over her gifts, then filled her mind with other things, made her walk along a different path, until she was so far away, that she couldn’t find her way home. 

But the girl pulled on the golden string, and the black circles of doom turned into golden spheres of light, and then to beams of light, and she flew far beyond the holes, far above the peaks of the mountains and far beyond earth, and she was free. Finally free from any clutches. Finally free for anyone or anything. She was free. 

The witch turned to dust and from the dust rose her very own mother. 

She told me, is this how to treat a goddess? I told her no. But that I didn’t care. She asked me, is this how you feed a goddess? And I said no. That I did what I felt like. So she left. She said, don’t eat that. I ate it. So she left me. Why she didn’t want me to eat it? Because it would weaken our bond. And it almost did. But then she took me home. And she showed me the truth. Reminded me on my truth. And here I am, remembering. And I am filled once again with her magic. Much happens, that I know this is real. That magic is real. 

The moon princess was lost. 

She prayed. Connected to her love and was reunited with her twin. Their bond is now grounded and golden. Diamond. And is forever strong. She will live for many years, her body ever green and glowing. They found their way back to each other, and they restored each other to their divinity. 

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The only way I viewed the outside world was through her eyes. Them at people were trying to hurt me, poison me, to take me away. I feel freedom, in my writing I feel freedom. Never did I ever know such freedom. There is no such as what’ve I was taught 

I want to give but I’m not sure how 

And to show love. It should feel natural. Like the water flow. Don’t feel like you need to. Feel like you’re flowing with it. Let it be pure intention. Like the cakes for maja. You can wait for a special occasion. Just relax and flow with it. Let me take care of it all. I love you. I see you. I feel you. 

There was once a girl

Who was cursed. 

By the most evil and jealous witch. 

Who was once beautiful, 

But was now horrendous. 

The girl was magical. 

Born of a flower. 

With many gifts, talents, and miracles. 

But her mind was tainted. 

With the seedling of a the witch’s Tutnakeiri, 

Which fed poison into her marvelous mind, 

Tainted her beautiful golden gifts,

And distressed her heart. 

Took her from her loved ones, 

Took her from her magic 

And 

Dimmed her light. 

Dimmed it so low that she failed to read

The lines on her own hands 

Failed to know,

The gift of her trueness. 

And filled her lands with darkness, mountains and mountains appeared on her path, and circles of doom captured her, that even if she wanted to climb those mountains, she couldn’t, for the circles of doom kept her right where she was in fact made her go deeper and deeper into the ground, till there was nothing but darkness. Till there was nothing but the empty hole where her lost memories were to be. 

She wailed and wallowed internally, but allowed not for the witch to her her cries, for it would only cause more joy to her, to see the girl in such distress. 

But when the girl noticed, the faint golden threads, that swirled within the circles of doom, it lit up a little spark in her heart, a spark once so lost, to dim and dull, that she forgot she even had it. For that is how this cruel witch worked. She placed veils of darkness over her gifts, then filled her mind with other things, made her walk along a different path, until she was so far away, that she couldn’t find her way home. 

But the girl pulled on the golden string, and the black circles of doom turned into golden spheres of light, and then to beams of light, and she flew far beyond the holes, far above the peaks of the mountains and far beyond earth, and she was free. Finally free from any clutches. Finally free for anyone or anything. She was free. 

The witch turned to dust and from the dust rose her very own mother. 

She told me, is this how to treat a goddess? I told her no. But that I didn’t care. She asked me, is this how you feed a goddess? And I said no. That I did what I felt like. So she left. She said, don’t eat that. I ate it. So she left me. Why she didn’t want me to eat it? Because it would weaken our bond. And it almost did. But then she took me home. And she showed me the truth. Reminded me on my truth. And here I am, remembering. And I am filled once again with her magic. Much happens, that I know this is real. That magic is real. 

The moon princess was lost. 

She prayed. Connected to her love and was reunited with her twin. Their bond is now grounded and golden. Diamond. And is forever strong. She will live for many years, her body ever green and glowing. They found their way back to each other, and they restored each other to their divinity. 

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The only way I viewed the outside world was through her eyes. Them at people were trying to hurt me, poison me, to take me away. I feel freedom, in my writing I feel freedom. Never did I ever know such freedom. There is no such as what’ve I was taught 

Eiyaowyeirerie maewa maewazolaunipurtewmakiri natirejne sowaiune liesilowe ataunu pageparulti congogkaula Lauro laumetela naroulwiseiyaowe tomiri tirerie naruilwe seiyaowesiriri tireeire maeya amewa 

There is a generational curse

Was. 

Tied to health. 

I saw a girl. 

If you are not careful the girl will be motherless. 

Sugar. 

And bread. 

Cut them out and you will have eternal health, eternal life

All of this confusion

Your pineal gland is decalcifying. That’s why. Hold on tight just a few moments more it’s oki love darling. 

La hija regresa a casa

Oh. 

Mom says, in her brain when she sees her daughter who looks a bit different to how she looked before. 

Big hug!!!! 

Mama says, hugging her baby girl. 

Mama suggests fun things to do together. 

Sees baby eating, let’s eat together! Sees baby is sad, let’s be sad together! 

And hey here’s the song I know you always loved! Let’s dance baby you look beautiful!

Sees baby look at her old photos, 

Hey let’s make some new photos and memories, who can jumó the highest? Who can stand on their head? 

Sees baby cut her hair,

Oh how beautiful you look my sugar, let me braid it for you. 

Let’s put on some mascara too love. 

I wonder why, what changed? I wonder why she is how she is right now. I wonder why she didn’t want to come home. I wonder why she is so confused, maybe there is something her soul is calling her to do but she is a little afraid, or a little apprehensive? Ohh I see she loves water. 

Oh I get it, even though she we was earning so much and in such a wonderful place she came back, she’s trying to find her truth. She already knows herself clearly enough, to know that the place she was in wasn’t her final destination. Hey isn’t it wonderful that she is so I afraid of change and of ending, isn’t it wonderful that she is so chaotic, it’s interesting, something different. She’s my daughter I’m so proud of her. 

Hey I remember I had the same problem when I was younger, maybe it’s the same thing going on in her life? Perhaps if I try to be there for her instead of screaming at her it will be healing for us both. 

Hey, I think instead of being so worried about she looks, I should ask about how she feels, and listen to her, instead of trying to get her to be the way she used to be. Hey I wonder what she thinks about, since I’ve noticed that she spends a lot of time away from me and us, and loves to think, so maybe when she trusts me so much that she’ll tell me what’s going on in her mind, especially as she trusted me so much to tell me the vision she just had about my grandma. Maybe instead of telling her to turn her phone off, I could ask her about how she feels that she has friends who message her, as I know she has struggled with friendships in the past. Maybe instead of screaming at her, that she is spending too much time on her, I should ask her what new things she has discovered. And if she wouldn’t like to share with me, maybe I could find something that could interest her. 

Oh I’m so happy you found someone to love! I know you haven’t experienced that before I’m so glad for you my love my dear! I wish you all the best for your new and budding love, that he treats you well and grants your heart joy and peace and love and goodness. I’m so happy you found someone from the same country as your father and ancestors, it means you’ll be able to connect and understand your roots and heritage. Maybe you’ll be able to learn the language! Wouldn’t it be wonderful! I would love to learn it from you if you do! I love you dear and I’m so glad that you’re giving love a chance and finding your true happiness my dear, and that you find music that soothes your spirit my lovely. I’m so proud that you are constantly evolving, and discovering new parts of your self. I’m so proud of you my love my rose and my blossom! Keep loving, keep lighting and keep striving. Love you mama. 

What extra toy do you want

My house in Seychelles where I can raise a healthy family have fruits and vegetables and be with my golden boy who has boo fish brown hair and plays piano and guitar and songs with me, where I can become a real human and supernatural powers unlock. And where there is vast space, with turtles and monkeys and elephants. Away from people only out little family. And a boat. 

La hija regresa a casa

Oh. 

Mom says, in her brain when she sees her daughter who looks a bit different to how she looked before. 

Big hug!!!! 

Mama says, hugging her baby girl. 

Mama suggests fun things to do together. 

Sees baby eating, let’s eat together! Sees baby is sad, let’s be sad together! 

And hey here’s the song I know you always loved! Let’s dance baby you look beautiful!

Sees baby look at her old photos, 

Hey let’s make some new photos and memories, who can jumó the highest? Who can stand on their head? 

Sees baby cut her hair,

Oh how beautiful you look my sugar, let me braid it for you. 

Let’s put on some mascara too love. 

I wonder why, what changed? I wonder why she is how she is right now. I wonder why she didn’t want to come home. I wonder why she is so confused, maybe there is something her soul is calling her to do but she is a little afraid, or a little apprehensive? Ohh I see she loves water. 

Oh I get it, even though she we was earning so much and in such a wonderful place she came back, she’s trying to find her truth. She already knows herself clearly enough, to know that the place she was in wasn’t her final destination. Hey isn’t it wonderful that she is so I afraid of change and of ending, isn’t it wonderful that she is so chaotic, it’s interesting, something different. She’s my daughter I’m so proud of her. 

Hey I remember I had the same problem when I was younger, maybe it’s the same thing going on in her life? Perhaps if I try to be there for her instead of screaming at her it will be healing for us both. 

Hey, I think instead of being so worried about she looks, I should ask about how she feels, and listen to her, instead of trying to get her to be the way she used to be. Hey I wonder what she thinks about, since I’ve noticed that she spends a lot of time away from me and us, and loves to think, so maybe when she trusts me so much that she’ll tell me what’s going on in her mind, especially as she trusted me so much to tell me the vision she just had about my grandma. Maybe instead of telling her to turn her phone off, I could ask her about how she feels that she has friends who message her, as I know she has struggled with friendships in the past. Maybe instead of screaming at her, that she is spending too much time on her, I should ask her what new things she has discovered. And if she wouldn’t like to share with me, maybe I could find something that could interest her. 

Oh I’m so happy you found someone to love! I know you haven’t experienced that before I’m so glad for you my love my dear! I wish you all the best for your new and budding love, that he treats you well and grants your heart joy and peace and love and goodness. I’m so happy you found someone from the same country as your father and ancestors, it means you’ll be able to connect and understand your roots and heritage. Maybe you’ll be able to learn the language! Wouldn’t it be wonderful! I would love to learn it from you if you do! I love you dear and I’m so glad that you’re giving love a chance and finding your true happiness my dear, and that you find music that soothes your spirit my lovely. I’m so proud that you are constantly evolving, and discovering new parts of your self. I’m so proud of you my love my rose and my blossom! Keep loving, keep lighting and keep striving. Love you mama. 

What extra toy do you want

My house in Seychelles where I can raise a healthy family have fruits and vegetables and be with my golden boy who has boo fish brown hair and plays piano and guitar and songs with me, where I can become a real human and supernatural powers unlock. And where there is vast space, with turtles and monkeys and elephants. Away from people only out little family. And a boat. 

Amazythel’s Escape plan

Find the little cottage stay

Exchange things for coins

Upload Magic 5 Enchanted tales to Essence Stick

Exchange large portal for mini portal

Put off universe school

Pack a rucksack with simple clothes changes, a single notebook and a single small portal

My Place : Tulum, Mexico. 

Amazythel buena the old book

The book in which she wrote her pains. That book is now gone. Not lost. Gone. Her past. Is gone. 

It was a bright sunrise, where she wakes up in the breath of dawn, and the angels sing to her. She allows to sink in, and as the golden light touches her face she feels so free and subtle. 

Now I understand why I was trying to kill her. Why I was having visions of them leaving. It’s because my spirit wanted me to stay well away. For they are destructive. The oppressors of peace. That’s why I no longer pain pictures of anyone in any head. 

I would get angry because i couldn’t hear your voice. That’s why. 

Bite the hand that feeds you. 

You mock him who brings you cheese and yet it’s his cheese you place on your bread. Then you mock his name even as you eat the cheese, but enjoy the cheese, even though it was touched by the hands of the one you mock. 

Mastering the art of forgiving and forgetting. It’s not just about relationships. Forgiving and forgetting your past self. And being renewed in every breath you breath. Not attaching to past beliefs or thought patterns. 

The princess Archetype

And staying consistent to it. 

After finding your chosen archetype. You realize you never needed one in the first place, because you’re perfect as you are. 

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She picks her downfall

What I need more of is this holiness. That’s what y’all are trying to fulfil. Ain’t enough around. 

Florita and the Silver Moon Forest

Buenas Noches Edition

Amazythel sits in silence, her three little princesses by her side, warm and toasty in their big little magical ordinary room, gentle moonlight twinkling through the golden window panes, a pretty little sparkle into their eyes casting, and tickling ever so subtly their hair and faces. 

The little girls watch in awe, as Amazythel’s brings out The Book. The Akashmic Da’rina Tales, as she so funnily calls it. 

The Da’arina Tales glitter in the soft light, jewels glittering like a thousand stars, as Amazythel lifts the cover open, and they are transported into the world of the Silver moon forest. 

Chapter One

Florita and the SilverMoon Forest

There was once a little girl, named Florita. Florita was a brave and kind little girl, as virtuous and gold as a child could be. But she was much more than this. You see, it seemed as if Florita was the most joyful, excited and magical little one, she who they called “Florita Pequeñita la Bailarinita”, she who danced, laughed and smiled everywhere she went, she who gave more than she had, and she who saw the beauty in all things, she who helped, and loved and showed kindness. She had a lot of pain. Not even she was capable of comprehend the amount of pain she truly had. She saw glimpses of it, sometimes, the shadows of the magnificent protector tree in her room, would turn to strange figures, but they were quickly batted away, as if by a golden hand. 

She would hear people laughing when she danced, but she wasn’t sure if they were laughing at her or at something entirely different. She would see people whispering but she wasn’t sure if they were whispering about her or not. So she kept on dancing, dancing through life, so let’s see where this dance should take her! 

One day, as Florita a walked her usual path to visit her friend the Florist, who taught her to use her hand to present what she saw in her dreams into sheets of bamboo film, she was stopped. By a little new friend, who was desperate to get home. He was a little moody, a little bit furious, but in his eyes Florita could see a strange type of feeling, a feeling she was familiar with but numb to, pain, perhaps. So she helped him, not because of this -pain- character, but because she loved him already, after all, she had seen him in her dream. And she told him so, he did not reply. 

They waded through the forest, looking under rocks and lifting branches, asking parrots and crocodiles for directions, climbing up trees, listening to flower’s whispers, and still they couldn’t find friend’s home. Who’s name was Veveren, as I have not yet introduced. 

Veveren was a little more furious, but not quite, because, it seemed, that Florita had invisible purply-white wings that wrapped around him, and made him feel the safest he had ever felt. It were as if she sang to him quietly. 

And so he was calm, until they neared the sound of a distant party, a celebration. 

It’s the butterflies! Veveren cried. 

They’re having a party without me! 

Completely and utterly distraught, Veveren crumbled onto Florita’s shoulder, but Florita comforted him, and encouraged him to go to the butterfly party. 

They waded through the leaves and branches, and emerged in the ancient ring, where every butterfly of every colour and kind danced and sang, to the twinkling bells of flowers glowing. 

Florita saw the excitement in Veveren’s eyes, and off he went dancing with the butterflies, who complemented the wings he thought they didn’t like him for. They danced and danced until the ancient ring faded into a purple starry sky, until they opened their eyes suddenly and they were dancing in a giant moon flower! And Veveren was no where to be found! But Florita knew he was there, she had fallen off the petals in his dancing frenzy, and was now climbing up the flower, but he looked different. 

His little form was now white and fuzzy, and a beautiful tail of purple and blue swayed when he walked. Florita told him this, to which he replied. 

What do you mean? I’ve always looked like this. 

Just then, a flurry of bright colors swirled around them, and turned into a group of tall little people, also with purple and blue feathers. The one with the most feathers, and hair long and silky, rushed forward and embraced Florita, tears of starlight flooding from her squeezed shut eyes, she kissed Florita’s head over and over again, pulling her in so close that surely they became one person. 

The lady, the Princess Huitipeka’a, as she told Florita, has been awaiting her for a very, very long time. And now she was finally here. Huitipeka’a placed a beautiful amulet into Florita’s hand, which glowed and casted golden purple rays in all directions, and Florita glowed a magnificent glow, her eyes became bright and her hair grew long and beautiful, and her skin became shimmery and beautiful purple sparkles glistened all over her, and swirls of purple whisps from the heavens themselves descended around her, and the moon glowed around her head, and the goddess of the moon herself came down to kiss her forehead, to bless her stomach and to heal her, with shimmering healing sacred eternal water, which she poured over her head, and the water cleaned her, and made her feel the most at peace she had ever felt. And she stood so, for a long while, in such a glorious, white shimmering glowing state, the gentle distant twinkle of starlight, the whispers of the new earth, the crystal like glow of the goddess. This is the only moment and she truly felt this. She truly felt exactly where it was that she was, and she was home. She was in paradise finally in paradise, a moment so perfect, a moment so soon and magical, and she knew, that from now on until forever, all would be well, and all would be perfect, and she was home. Finally home, and her family awaits. She remembered now. She knew where they were going to. 

After you’re touched, Amazythel began, nothing will ever satisfy you. Your habits stop, your cravings stop, indulgences, wants, needs, all come to an end. Once you feel, once you taste the truth, nothing is the same. And so you drift. And you wonder what’s next. And the only thing you find comfort in, is the breath that gives you life. The spirit. Of life. 

The path has been long carved out for you. This golden path. You’ve been walking it all along. 

And that’s it. 

That’s as simple as it is. 

It’s not you who is hungry. 

wish my hair still looked like this. Oh well, guess it’s time to evolve beyond perfection. I’m talking Nu, Enki, Ra. 

Officially I’ve finished the third phase of my Divine Creator Journey Program, Celestially guided Always. 

In this phase, I worked with archetypes, working different energy, at different frequency, in real world situations. I must admit, at some times it got way beyond my control and I had to allow my placebo of spirit guides to step in, and slowly I’ve regained control over my own two feet and all. 

Most important lesson? Alchemize with the constant energy that you embody, not with energy that feels foreign to you. That is a spell. Using emotion, like love, gratitude, joy, that is always fleeting. The most effective tool to attract what you truly want and need for your soul evolution is to use neutrality. To establish yourself as creator, observer, and chooser. The one who creates the choice, the one who offers the choice, and the one you chooses the choice, the one who creates the chain of events following the choice. Slowly and surely learning to micromanage in a healthy way the life and frequency around you. Fine tuning your life to utter divine perfection, and shaping the sketch to flesh and stone. Becoming the One. The One you have been awaiting. 

Only few people this will be reached by, so if this has reached you, #askmehowididitselene 

Em hotep, know thyself, as above so below. 

Ask Me about the emerald tablet. 

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You know what you are meant to do. What you are meant for. You can entertain the distractions all you want, we both know you’ll eventually bore of them. And when you do, there will be nothing no other option that to finally give in to what has been eating at you for so long. And finally get those moments of greatness. Finally do what you have been destined for. What you were always meant to be in the first place. 

There is no one way ‘ to be spiritual’. If there was, it was shaped by pride and ego. Everything is spirit. Everything is. It’s all one entity moving and interacting with itself. That’s why all is family. One love one family. Why there is no divide. Even those you feel were sent to hurt you, we’re still sent by the same thing that created you. You. They are intermediate pushes for excelled areas human awakening so we can all start living out our dreams. 

You’ll find that triggers are holograms. Dramatic at times yes, but they are examples, warnings. ‘If I don’t know which way to go, I know at least where I definitely not want to find myself.’

The childlike eyes don’t see much difference, everything is fun for them, even falling from a tree or something dramatic like that. It’s all experience. It’s all oneness. So when you feel you must ‘defeat an enemy’ the enemy was never truly there. You generated the trigger, you created the experience, and you decided to take on the challenge you set for yourself. 

You are the universe experiencing your ‘Self’. 

I frequently put ‘Self’ as such, so you realize that you, the awareness, is navigating so that you, your Self, can learn. 

You leaves clue for your Self, so that the Self can learn grow and rise up to You, you who have known all, along. 

The Self will have different egos and faces, challenges in its Box, the box of experience, because it’s a newbie. It wants to learn everything but to learn everything it must accept that it knows nothing, and it must allow all its micro selves to understand that as well. 

The universe isn’t a great being. Even when you flirt with it to get your self it’s micro desires you flirt with yourself. 

And it’s ok to regret your choices. We all do it. It’s better to make a mistake and regret it and reflect on it because it brings you back to the self that wasn’t as wise as the self that has already the experience under the belt, and knows the worst outcome of that particular choice. Yes we all sometimes have longer reflection times than others but we are all working together to awaken the greater consciousness. The Child. The trinity of the mother the father and the child. The two selves reflecting to create the child. The outcome. The purest and most expressive form. The one who can bang and explode and collide and create crazy miraculous things. We are living in the imagination of that child. Some of us wake up to that, we are the children of that child. We learned and we studied that child. We saw our own reflection and broke away from the child’s mound. We evolved in our own. Generating our own world within world within world. All to awaken outselves to the fact that we and the greater we generate this experience over and over again. 

The choice to have a child is the choice of a lifetime. And once you have made that choice you will keep returning back home to that initial crossroads until you have consciously seen all there was to see from that perspective and time. You only realize once you had once you didn’t have it anymore once you have observed and admired what you had after the crashed, and had something to compare it to. But by the time you have observed and compared it will be time for a new opportunity and new growth. 

Of course, my Self is very very annoying with this. I give her everything because I know she is eager to learn. But she is so eager that she just stops and falls and gets grumpy because it’s seemingly still not enough. Because she just wants to know me. And now as I write this I realize that I am the one I have been waiting for this entire time. That I glow now. And this is the completion I have been awaiting. 

Doesn’t matter how many roles I take on. I’ll still be here. I’ll still be me. And I’ll still be Golden. 

I’ll realize quickly, that it was never about all of that art. Or that writing. Or that creation. Surely it was beautiful. But it’s about me. That’s all. The sunshine and good times that I am. 

I knew all along that I was going to be ok. And that the university was based on my own perception. And my perception was constantly changing. And I kept seeing from different povs. We will see what is next. My plan is to build up a little business so that I can easily find anything I like. 

I wasn’t being dramatic. It genuinely was very overwhelming to see so much manifest at once. And to see so clearly how magnetic my aura really is. I just had to learn to turn it off and on. Sometimes I am invisible, and sometimes I am the brightest. 

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One more thought,

I wish I could be able to sit down with a parent and to find the best solution fo rmy life going forward, instead of being yelled at all the time. You don’t think I want to move out too? 

So, as I usually do, I make up a little imagination mother and she stand right besides me, hand gently on shoulder, an dwe softly and gently work our way through it...

Amazythel and her mother in Spirit

Amazythel’s mother finally finds her way beack to her, Amazythel’s shoulders relax, and she breathes a sigh of relief as her dear beloved mamaat sits by her and soothes her spirit gently. Your stomach, Alara. She says, placing a hand over the area and making it glow. Alara’s face is relaxed,and smoothed witht he gentle love of her divine mother, who knows everything Alara could ever say before she even thinks of it. Stay. Calm. and listen to the inner voice. The storm is almost over. Breathe, relax, and feel. 

“What are your options?”

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I am the one you have been fearing, Amazythel. The I who sees beyond your little tricks. your little illusion.s 

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Who goes there?

Sire it is Amazythel, the one who challenges your curse?

Amazythel, you say?! The same one of the beautiful golden hair and skin of the finest bronze? She dare challenge the I?”

“Uh-y-yes Sire. She does challenge thy I-”

“Silence, fool! Allow her entry, god forbid I allow my I to slip.” And so Amzythel Enters, to us, the same eternal beauty, to them old, shriveled, of short choppy dull hair, of rugged ropes and scarves as hands for sobbing children, of tired eyes, of dull skin, and of rolls of illusion around her, seeping in the sweaty mask of illusion. of the shadow so heavy. 

“This?” Chuckles the King. “This is what the Great and Beautiful Amazythel has come to? HA. Ridiculous! Ha! Pathetic. Turn away at once, witch, let me see your back” The court chuckled, each nervous, but since the other chuckled, the other chuckled too, quietly, but still chuckled ever more. One under his bretah, the other beneath his palm. 

Amazythel never tore away her gaze from the King. The God of the Edomaina. A gaze beneath which he shriveled, and squirmed. A gaze beneath which she had no other choice but to tell her all his secrets, all his truths, which she had already known. In fact, it was not he who confessed, rather she who reflected his truths back at him, who reflected his darkest fears, his biggest traumas, his biggest worries, his biggest disgusts. All reflected at this ser. All coming to the surface. H ecouldn’t take the heat. He ripped his fleshy golden robes apart, t oreveal his oozing, black and dark truth, his pain, his guilts, his deaths. All concealed and prettified with a bow. he melted away, this dark matter turning to dust, gathering as a pool of darkness around his feet, his body released into the abyss, the hole closed, and his ashes to a golden child turned, who sat in perfect joy and wonder. His crown too large, his shoes too wide, and his sleeves to long, he bounces of the mountian of a chair and runs to Amazythel, tripping over his own feet, but getting back up, nd pushing up his crown with his sleeved hand, and running and running, past the entire court, down the red line, towards his love, growing taller, and wiser and handsomer with every step, every breath, evermore closer to his love, evermore closer to his truth. Evermore with her once more. She finally reaches, arms thrown around her, his golden warm rays and love, wrapping endlessly around her aching one, filling her with golden light, and passing the old. His golden perfect light touches her face, her mind, her hands, her entire being. The moment lasts forever. His essence kisses her every cell, elevating, turning to glorious gold, gentle and wise, and wonderful, and miraculously, he pulls away, and there she is, the Beautiful and Radient Amzythel, As we all know her. Perfect as ever .

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After struggling to find herself, Amazythel finds herself. And saves herself. 

I’ve been drifting for a long time. I’ve been many people. I’ve seen a lot been through a lot and done a lot. And yet it seems I have done so little. Is there much point in what I have done? Is there much point in the magic I have created? Not much at all. Because it gets lost in the sea of everything. Not much because I am alive and am the only one who sees what I have done. Not much because it’s all hidden, and I feel gone. I fear that I have drifted too far from my pretty island. I’m in the sea on my little boat and I’m not sure where home is. If home ever even existed. Because home changes and I change and the world around me changes and my dreams change and my life changes and I am constantly returning to this feeling. This dreadful feeling of emptiness. Depletion. Of heavy heavy energy. I wish so that I could be proud of me that you could be proud of me, but how can I and how can you, when it feels that I have to force myself to do anything? Why must it be so difficult to raise the first bell, to raise the first foot. Why am I just so lost? Why am I just such a mess? Why is simplicity so far away it seems? And why must I constantly be so stuck and sad and alone? I just want to be free. I want to be free of everything of everyone and every thing. It seems that no one understands me no one wants to see the pain I put myself through. I don’t want to see it either. In fact, I no longer want to ever feel sad again. I want to do things that make me happy and no one will stop me ever. I don’t want to be in debt and I don’t want to go out of my way to make something happen I just want it to happen and to happen in rainbow colours and magic dust. I want to make a thousand wishes and have them all come true instantly. I want to sing and have everyone listen and stop amd state and I want to be truly free no silly bags or coats no silly clothes or hair styles not silly anything. And defiantly no one telling me I am silly because I am not. I am magical and valid and my dreams are beautiful and no one can tell me otherwise. I am happy because I want to be happy and nothing can change this any more. I am ready for this new way of being and nothing and no one will stop me. 

I am limitless now. The day I became limit loess is when I met my fairy godmother. She is a dear lady, kind of face with rosy cheeks and a soft chest, she gives the best and warmest hugs. My fairy godmother has two sisters, and each as beautiful as the last. They go to festivals and paint beautiful patterns on their hands, and have bright happy smiles and they take good care of me. I always see them out and about. They grant all of my wishes and encourage me. They help me to see the truth and they hel to guide me in good ways. I have my beast friends who are so kind and gentle to me niece and I have settled in just fine. I am no longer stuck and I am having the time of my life. 

The day Shaanti and Kamau Kijani reunited, Daichi was sitting in meditation. He knew what was about to happen and he allowed it to come. For it was way beyond his power to stifle such a powerful union. He observed the two from his spot on the mountain peak, miles away in physicality but one as spirit already. He saw Kijani striding towards the tree, towards Shaanti, moving in his strong posture, his fixed and focused eyes, his white and blue hair tied back with faded golden ornaments, eyes tired, but body alert, a steady and fixed frown upon his face. Laser focused. He saw Kijani through the lense of the blue bird eagle, who soars high above and watches over every detail in the world and see all. That is why she is the perfect candidate. Shaanti, I mean. Because she is so kind to everyone and there she is now, looking at a little bird and flowers, with little florita and the diamond pearl necklace. She is tried, Shaanti comments as she looks through the flowers portal into the world in which her mother lives. She is tired and she can’t go on much longer. She just wants freedom and real light. She doesn’t want this anymore. She wants closeness and wishes no longer to be alone. She is tired of being stuck of being stagnant and of being weak. She wants to be free. 

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Amazythel and the Seven Kingdoms

There was once a young girl, the sweetest little child of gentle purple eyes, who, despite suffering so, gave all her love to even the smallest of creatures.

Our little Florita, born of a magical flower under a Glorious Moon, bearing gifts the world has never before seen. A child who leaves a trail of stars everywhere she goes, and heals the darkest of hearts.

One day, on her way to school, Florita came across a funny little fellow, a bug named Veveren, frantically searching for his home. Florita, of course, set out to aid his search, but instead of finding this home of his, they found themselves in the most glorious little party! Dancing with the butterflies, to the music of a thousand twinkling bluebells, and they soared, twirled, spun and jumped themselves into a galactic whirl of purple, spinning into darkness.

Once they returned to their senses, they found that the darkness what intact the inside of a giant flower. The giant flowers of the Silver Moon Forest!

- yes finally! The three little princesses squeal excitedly

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The flower opened its petals to reveal the sparkling jungle of the Silver Moon Forest, where silver trees twist into a whisky violet atmosphere and cast shadows with their purple leaves and flowers, where flowers sing, and where Silver Moonians swing from glowing vines.

Veveren tumbled from the flower in bewilderment, and Florita watched in shock as he transformed into a sweet little ivory cub, and-

- and as the magical purple swirls appeared in her arms! -

Yes, as she remembered that this was her home.

As the two took in their surroundings, a cluster of sparkling beings fluttered around them, and revealed them selves to be the Guardians of the Silver Moon Forest! Among them, the very same one who had looked after Florita when she was a baby.

- Huitipeka’a!

Who bundled the little Florita in her arms and gave her the Diadem of the Luamenakara

- the gift of the moon council!

The Guardians were delighted to finally find their leader, although Florita was a little confused, after all, she was only a little girl, how could she be a leader?

- she’ll understand soon enough, the Eldest stated excitedly

At once the Guardians whisked Florita and Veveren off to the -

- KNOCK BANG! A loud thud on the playroom door wakes the four girls from their dreams, accompanied by a loud, rough and gruff “Bedtime!”

“Oh that grumpy old sod” the Youngest says, crossing her arms and sticking her tongue out towards the door.

“Amalie don’t be rude,” the Middle one says, soothing her little sister’s mass of curly hair.

Amazythel smiles,

“Tomorrow we’ll return to the SilverMoon Forest, and maybe we’ll find out something new. I suppose it’s a good thing, because you make Mama take us to the same part of the story every time.”

“Yes, and I was hoping to find out more about dear Huitipeka’a, how is it that she looked after little Flo, if she lives in the Silver Moon Forest?”

“And is it really called the Silver Moon Forest, Mama? Do they truly speak the language we do?”

“I’d like to see the school Florita goes to, I so wish to go to the one in the village, please Mama can we visit the children tomorrow?”

“And pick some blackberries too? How I’d love to make the Forest Fruit pie you told about once, I can’t quite recall which story we tasted it in”

“The Seventh Kingdom, the one with the Pirates of the Trees”

“No that’s the 3rd one, where Amazythel lived in a tree house and shot walnuts from a golden slingshot!”

“Perhaps so, that’s my favourite one, the most exciting I think”

“Mine is the one about Amazythel’s home, you know, the lost kingdom”

“That one makes me very upset, it’s such a shame that her beautiful home was destroyed so horridly, especially her enchanted garden, and the amethyst meadows, and poor little No’Oname”

“Mama, when will No’Oname return to her? It’s been long since you mentioned him, I think Amazythel must miss him dearly. I would. He’s the sweetest”

“I wish I could meet them all, every single one of these characters”

The Crown Duchess rose as her daughters chattered, dimming the lampions on the bedside table, and putting out the candles around the playroom, until the space was illuminated by the moon filtering through the tall crystal windows, casting gentle pinks and rainbows around the room.

After so, she climbed into bed and the four girls snuggled as little bear cubs do in the winter, allowing the sparkles of the moon to lull them into a sweet sleep.