The globe of Mars dominates the scene of this reading which we propose a sea at dawn, not really quiet, since the song of the red planet shook him to the depths. Hath awakened the goddess of the oceans: the ego-deep and has led to the surface (at the level of the mind) gifts for the planet who sings: A woman (beauty, charm and passion, but also sex and vanity) Shown on the left as the "feminine" of our brain And to the right, the masculine, the animal symbol of the human instinct. But the thought of man, today is saturated with waste, interference. That´s why some desires emerge, and objects (worldly attachments), which are outside the control of divinity. The hope, however, is in the air, enclosed in the innocence of the child, who directs his downfall to that ray of sun that illuminates already a piece of heaven, and part of the water.
it is night in this dream, and fancllo sleeps at the foot of the rock where the sword is still asleep. The evil is in the West, but an infant innocent, leading to the small sleeping, the lantern in the name of a new awakening of light.
There is a door that divides the world of substantial things than the flimsy material.
This portal opens on the spectrum of colors that go from infrared to ultraviolet (red / blue).
It leads to the liberation of the soul, through the flight of the animal in the bloom of pure vision.
From here the man reach the inner Christ, to give him a kiss on the mouth.
the gifts of the waters
The globe of Mars dominates the scene of this reading which we propose a sea at dawn, not really quiet, since the song of the red planet shook him to the depths. Hath awakened the goddess of the oceans: the ego-deep and has led to the surface (at the level of the mind) gifts for the planet who sings: A woman (beauty, charm and passion, but also sex and vanity) Shown on the left as the "feminine" of our brain And to the right, the masculine, the animal symbol of the human instinct. But the thought of man, today is saturated with waste, interference. That´s why some desires emerge, and objects (worldly attachments), which are outside the control of divinity. The hope, however, is in the air, enclosed in the innocence of the child, who directs his downfall to that ray of sun that illuminates already a piece of heaven, and part of the water.
The time to pray
A final toll of this pendulum of images and the world may fall off the hand holding the time. Now is the time to pray!
Sleeping sword
it is night in this dream, and fancllo sleeps at the foot of the rock where the sword is still asleep. The evil is in the West, but an infant innocent, leading to the small sleeping, the lantern in the name of a new awakening of light.
kiss to Christ
There is a door that divides the world of substantial things than the flimsy material. This portal opens on the spectrum of colors that go from infrared to ultraviolet (red / blue). It leads to the liberation of the soul, through the flight of the animal in the bloom of pure vision. From here the man reach the inner Christ, to give him a kiss on the mouth.
eight flowers
the infinite is in the mind ... open