Mon regard subjectif sur Le Mangeur de Ying Chen

Le son de la mâchoire profonde résonne dans les cellules de ma masse corporelle
et dessine à mes yeux les contours d’un rêve paternel.
La mémoire de la pesanteur de la chair
me garde lourde sur ce plancher conjugal.
Ma peau empoisonne le mouvement vital et retient les sons dans ma gorge.
Je désire m’envoler hors de ce corps étranger,
retrouver la lumière qui est « même » à moi-même.
La perte de l’ancêtre restera dans l’odeur de mon haleine
alors que je chanterai sur la scène de mes existences
la joie lumineuse de ma nouvelle liberté

A message to myself

“Break the silence of your life, make your world a representation of your dreams. Make it happen as fast as you can, as this is important. I wish to see you happy. I wish to have you here with me, soon. A silver box. The hidden secrets. I have saved you from yourself many times. Do it consciously now. The truth lies in your words. Make them known, present them.”

My body is changing. I feel information moving through on a continual basis now. Everyday I feel my flesh moving and reorganizing. My face rewires itself as I write, I feel my right cheek and sinus tingling, moving, and freeing itself. I feel my cells expending and becoming less heavy. I spend most of my days quiet within myself even when I am surrounded with others. When I communicate with people, I feel like the world doesn’t exist around. I am fully there, present in the moment. My perception of things is different. I love more, I don’t judge as much as I use to. I feel compassion even with people I didn’t use to care for.

I long to give back…

Breath…

With these words, I am.

Souffle

Je regarde
Le poids de mes yeux
Le vent prend la charge
Et je prends ma place

Les choses sont lourdes
Les concepts trop pleins
Mon oeil se ferme
Je garde ma place
Effrité

Qu’est-ce qui pousse
Dans mon for intérieur
Une glace étouffée
Et ton regard trop lourd

Ses feuilles s’étirent
Prennent leur place
Se fondent au travers des cellules
Qui couvrent les parois de mon corps

Le vent disparaît
Il surgit sur l’iris
Se propulse vers l’extérieur
Tu le vois, enfin

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A lot has happened in the last few weeks, and yet, I don’t have much to say. I just know that what is happening is big and I am ready for big.

I am calling out to people who are interested in helping support my project of creating an Institute that would be an emotional and physical space for children of all ages to come learn and experience life on their own terms; a wide open space that will assists them through the earth's transition into the new era. A place where they can just "be" their divine unique self and evolve at their own pace, following the natural patterns of their nature.

I want this Institute to exist in the 3rd, 4th and 5th dimension. I want it to be a place of joy and harmony for all that want to experience it.

A journey into another dimension... I think.

Something very interesting happened to me last night. Something new, I never experienced before. Something that existed in the realm of “I didn’t know I didn’t know”.

Before I went to bed, as I was talking with my husband, I came to realize that I would love to get rid of my fear of death. I thought to myself, if I wasn’t afraid of dying, I really would be unstoppable. I consciously asked the universe to help me with this one.

I was lying in bed and I started my daily meditation. I could feel pressure in my sinuses so I started by breathing through my third eye with deep breaths. Because the pressure was not relieving itself, I though that if I soften my crown chakra and focused on leading the light/energy through my sinuses into my throat, maybe it would help. So I did and as the pressure dissipated in my sinuses, it went in the back of my neck. It felt like a clamp was holding my neck in place and my lips were tingling. I focused on leading the light from my crown, through my 3rd eye and across my throat so the pressure could move to the BVAs, and it did. My arms tingled and it felt like light was shooting out from my fingers. I decided to do an “air” breath to move the information into my solar plexus and, after my heart pounded loudly, my solar plexus felt like a sheet of wood. It was tight and information was moving. It didn’t take long before the information relocated to my 2nd chakra, at which point I did a “water” breath to move it further. And that is when things got weird.

My legs started to vibrate. It was very uncomfortable. It felt like when I was going through morphine withdrawal after my stay in the hospital following my car accident. It tingled everywhere and I wanted it to stop. I wanted to get up and shake it off but I though; maybe I should try an earth breath to calm myself, to let myself know that I was safe. So I did. My breathing became very deep and slow. It calmed my body down. I felt very grounded. I don’t know how long I stayed in the crucible but suddenly, a face appeared on the ceiling. With my eyes open, I looked at it as it changed forms and moved around the room. It had red and yellow hues. Two more beings appeared and were dancing in front on my eyes. I became aware that my whole body was vibrating and I could hear a loud sound in my ears, like a harp playing a cosmic tune?!?! The faces on the ceiling changed into a scenery of purple and green energy fields moving around. The sound and the images combined into a beautiful feeling and I smiled. I ask if there something I should know and a green fairy appeared above my face. It seemed to want me to follow her. Right away, my attention came back to my body. I realized that I couldn’t feel much, that the vibrations of it were so high that I couldn’t sense it anymore. At that moment, I felt fear. A fear of leaving this plane, my husband, and my son. I was having an internal struggle between the feeling of wanting to trust what was going on and the thought that I didn’t want to leave. My heart pounded, I thought it would stop beating. I felt like I couldn’t breath very well, and the fear grew bigger. The scenery on the ceiling started to shrink and change color, and the musical tone became a high pitch ring that seemed to come from the hallway. My body stabilized, I could feel it again but it felt less heavy than before. It felt less tangible, more like a cloud. I felt the urge to write. I believe the fairy told me to write before she left, but I could not make myself leave the bed. I didn’t know if my cloud like body would follow or what would happen. I also was a little fearful of venturing out of my bedroom. I didn’t feel like myself so I laid back down and fell asleep.

I know it was not a dream, as much at it sounds like one. I am not sure what it was about. Maybe a way for me to understand that death doesn’t really exist when you know from experience that you are not your body. If that is the case, I can see how much unlearning we/I need in order to even start to comprehend what it is to exist in a fourth or fifth dimension. And with all the changes that are going on in the world right now, I wonder how much time there is left to learn.

Did something similar ever happen to any of you? Or am I completely crazy??!!!?? lol

Dream segments...

(...) I live my life as a parcel of potential.

I am an ever emergent being in the realm of earthly things.

I perceive thru the lens of my body.

The music of other spheres penetrates my field and I REALLY see them.

There are no more shadows as matter becomes less tangible and light penetrates thru.

The information contain in light reveal itself to me at a quantum speed.

What is this nail biting of mine? The pressure of information wanting to come out from inside and my beliefs hold it back.

Translation is a matter of survival. Can you tell me want I can’t hear? Can you tell the world what I can’t perceive?

My desire for this journey lies in my capability to communicate to you what I see, the information that lies within the tree, within you and within what you create.

My ability to see will help make sense and bring forward imaginary realities into a new wave of evolution.

I see myself in your arms, until the end, as the Translator. (...)