I AM, We said.
And the Book opened.
THE CENTRE OF THE EARTH SPOKE:
One daynight you made a decision: to keep The Unique Book protected by guardians of all kinds in the safest place you could ever find. And since then, taking care of the book down here became my biggest purpose. It is a privilege to read with you this Great Story, an endless story of love that even in its darkest and most difficult pages, makes perfection.
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THE FOURTH WISE MEN
When I saw her shaking hands, burnt, desperately asking for help, I forgot about myself. I forgot about my journey. I just had to help.
And when I finished helping the old lady, I saw a man healing her son. When we looked at each other, I felt we had known each other for ages. I recognized him. He was one of the Three. His face was so profound and mysterious that I couldn’t tell from it if he knew that I meant to join them.
I decided to look for my belongings before introducing myself. And when I went back to where I slept, I found a beautiful newborn inside a basket. There was no sight of its parents. He was abandoned right there between my clothes, and I knew. I knew that my destiny was in front of me. I never made it. I couldn’t join them. But I felt that the Son of God was everywhere.
CHARLOTTE VI
The day went by, and Grandmother Turtle kept swimming peacefully without pausing. Charlotte fell asleep using her backpack as a pillow when it became dark.
The following day when she woke up, a white fog was suspended on top of the lake. Grandmother Turtle was still swimming, but Charlotte couldn’t see her head. The fog was too heavy, like dense white clouds.
‘Good morning!’ Grandmother Turtle said.
‘Hi. Good morning. Are you okay? I can’t see anything with this fog.’
‘You have to go through it to see….’
Charlotte stayed still and breathed deeply. The anguish she was carrying came out, and she began to cry. All of a sudden, her body felt heavy. She was tired of being confused. She was tired of being in the middle of something without understanding. The optimism of her journey started to feel like a burden.
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STAR VII
They reunited at night and continued their journey the following day. The stop at the village gave them encouragement. They were calm, feeling a peaceful excitement.
‘Have you thought about it?’ Melchior asked. ‘Have you thought about what we will do with the story?’
‘I want to live it first,’ Balthazar answered.
Bethlehem was close. Although they didn’t have a map, they knew where they were going, as if they lived just around the corner. A couple of hours before their arrival, they made a quick stop. They couldn’t stop looking at each other’s eyes. It was not just tears. It was something else that their eyes were experiencing.
Balthazar hugged his companions, and then he said:
‘A child was born. Can you feel it?’
‘Here…’ Melchior said, pointing to his heart.
Gaspar began to sing:
Trust your heart, little one.
Always trust your heart to see the world
because your heart is the world
and I am your heart.
‘I made up this song when I was a child,’ Gaspar added at the end, and right after saying it, he observed a moment of silence, and he understood.
He was a child again.
The Son of God was everywhere.
THE BLUE PEARL IV
INTERVIEW TO A DOLPHIN
Interviewer: Hi
The dolphin smiles. He seems happy. Cheerful is the best word to describe him. He says hi with his eyes and his smile.
Interviewer: Where do you come from?
Now he speaks with a very thin and loving voice, like a kid.
Dolphin: That is a wonderful question. For a very long time humans weren’t ready to know or wonder where we come from. There is so much for you to learn about cetaceans. Human science is prompt to learn and soon every human on the Blue Pearl will start to feel more attracted and connected to cetaceans.
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HIPPIES DOWNTOWN PORTLAND
STAR VI
Balthazar, well -recovered and rested, resumed his guiding role across the desert.
A few days went by, and they finally discussed what had happened inside the palace. It was Melchior who brought it up. The three of them were staring at the sky late at night during one of their stops. It was what humans would call a nice weather night in the desert.
‘Why do you think the king kept all the stories of the Universe in one place? I mean, what for?’ Melchior asked.
‘I have been asking myself the same exact question’, Gaspar answered.
Balthazar smiled.
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ORION
When there is something to be done and there are two parts. And each part believes that things should get done in different ways. And they thrive to take control over the situation, to get away with their own way.
The root of this problem is that each part has forgotten that they both are just parts. Parts of one same thing. Parts of a Whole that when divided, they forgot the oneness of their shared origin. Let me be clear, there is nothing wrong with it. This is how it is supposed to be. But each part believes there is a wrong way and a correct way.
And this is the beginning of a collapse.
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CHARLOTTE V:
The Sacred Stones were even more prominent than Charlotte had imagined. Strong pillars that conformed to a semi-circle facing the lagoon.
Charles sat down on a rock and remained in silence. Charlotte was nervous, not really knowing what to expect. She walked towards the lagoon and decided to lay on the shore.
When the sun began to hide on the horizon, the air changed. Charlotte realized that something was about to happen, so she walked back to Charles, sitting in the middle of the semi-circle.
The plants started to move and shake, and suddenly, an enormous turtle appeared. Probably the most giant turtle existing on Earth. She had many tiny turtles hanging on her neck and walking on top of her. But she didn’t seem to bother.
Charles smiled and made a reverence. Charlotte’s eyes couldn’t get any wider. The smile on her face was huge.
STAR V:
A servant called Inz welcomed them when they entered the palace. A group of men took the camels, washed them, and fed them.
Inz provided water to the Three and ordered another servant to let everyone know that the king had visitors at the palace. Once Gaspar, Melchior, and Balthazar recovered and cleared their sand wounds, they were guided to the grand saloon, where a banquet was starting to get ready.
‘You will meet the king tonight. Dinner will be ready in two hours. You can rest now. Follow me, I will show you your room’, Inz said.
They all remained silent when Inz closed the door and left. There was something that made them feel uncomfortable, despite all the comfort of the palace, but they didn’t make any comment.
They rested before dinner and walked to the grand saloon in silence.
They sat down at a long rectangular table. When the king arrived, the firelights turned on, and the carvings on the wall became visible and called Balthazar’s attention.
The Three made a reverence, and the king seemed delighted to have three wise visitors at his palace.
A BIRTHDAY POEM:
From time to time, the Sun returns to the exact point where it was on the day an element is born, the day that we arrive.
Now, looking at the sky, I wonder if the day you arrived,
right before forgetting about everything,
you felt that you left a part of you in the stars.
Because, as I look at the sky,
I can see a part of you in them, like a point.
A unique point.
A point where we begin to reproduce ourselves and come from a state of being to an existing form.
With a body and a name.
In a concrete story.
Like yours.
And while the Sun aligns at the exact point where it was when you were born,
the day you arrived,
I ask Him about your trips around.
Beautiful, He says.
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WRITER IV
After that brief conversation, more information came to me telepathically.
A few weeks later I felt that your birthday was coming. I was convinced that you had told me about it telepathically, but I couldn’t be sure because that’s how intuition works: a mix of full confidence and doubts.
When I wanted to check if it was actually your birthday, this time, social media did not help me; instead, it made me feel a little crazy and obsessed. But I silenced my mind, and I asked my best friend when your birthday was. It was coming up in a few days. And I felt calmer. In some way, I confirmed that everything was real and, above all, special.
Time went by, and you started to dream about me. The intrigue grew. The information was gradually spreading more evenly between us. And while you may not have had the memories of past lives together that I had, I knew – from our soul-to-soul conversations – that you were about to remember.
BRIEF CONVERSATION ON SOCIAL MEDIA:
WRITER III
Those of us who can perceive visions are usually considered fanciful or imaginative. And though I stopped caring about what other people think or say about me a long time ago, I have to admit that when I saw your video, I tried to keep the visions to myself as much as possible.
I’m going to start with that afternoon in July because although this is a story that crosses dimensions and time frames, the truth is that today we are living in a life where time is linear. That July afternoon, I was out of my house, spending a few days at my parents’ because I had decided to change the floors and paint the walls of my house.
I was enjoying a gray winter day reading in bed when I decided to take a break and play around with my phone. I checked what the people who appeared on social media were doing. Everything seemed monotonous to me. My screen paraded photos, videos, identical content multiplied in series. From the sequence of videos that I saw before coming to yours, what caught my attention was that they happened within an event. And given the context of a global pandemic, a massive event seemed to me, at least, something different. Then your video came.
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PURPOSE:
The Universe creates for purpose. Every living particle has a reason why. Even what we judge as useless or insignificant.
We all came here for a reason. We were born for a reason. A cosmic explanation that transformed our intention of being into existence.
Do you know what are you here for? Forget about your material desires. They are a cultural consequence. They are an accumulation of your human-made history. I am not talking about what you want to be in a cultural way but what you actually came here for. They are usually two different things. Sometimes we want something so hard that we blind ourselves to our inner purpose. I believe that finding out what you essentially came here for is a transformative process. Discovering it is not like getting an answer. It is loving a process.
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JUDITH SHAKESPEARE III
WILL:
There comes a moment, in this ongoing path of remembering, when your old mental behavior disappears. And it feels strange not to think as you used to. It feels like death. Sometimes it brings sadness, and other times it brings frustration. Because you want to “solve” things with the ease that you were used to, but you can’t. Because your inner self shows you that that way is old, untrue, and limited. You have to let it die.
The process is gradual. At first, you stop thinking from time to time. Then you struggle in the middle. A bit scared of finishing tearing up the last parts of your old mental structures. Willing, for a moment, to keep yourself safe. To then realize that the scope of that safety is just an illusion. And you take a deep breath. And you smile because you are ready.
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CHARLOTTE IV
When they got out of the cabin, Charlotte was in awe. They were in the middle of a forest. The grass, the leaves of the plants climbing everywhere, and the treetops all had different greens. Charles smiled when he saw Charlotte’s face and started to walk towards a path between the trees.
They walked for a few hours, and every now and then, Charlotte stopped to smell the flowers that called her attention, falling in love with their perfume.
Suddenly, they started to hear the sound of falling water. With every step they made, the sound became stronger and stronger. Charles made his way through some branches and unveiled a clearing in the middle of the forest. There was a glittering cascade with crystal water.
‘Are these the Sacred Stones?’ Charlotte asked, and Charles smiled, admiring Charlotte’s innocence.
STAR IV
They were well received with food and water, and after sharing their journey with the people at the oasis, they rested. The next day they departed when the sun came out. Although they were not in a hurry, they knew there was no time to lose.
However, when they were least expecting it in the afternoon, a sandstorm began to approach them. Balthazar guided the way, trying to avoid the storm, but it was inevitable. They jumped off the camels and laid down, creating a circle between the animals. They covered their faces completely. The whole scene looked harsh from up here, but as I said, it was inevitable. The elements of nature are a source of balance and wisdom, though human eyes may not always see it.
They survived, and so did the camels. However, the dizziness and lack of air made it difficult to get back on track. Balthazar, who knew the desert very well, couldn’t guide them anymore. Gaspar’s maps were pretty much destroyed. Only Melchior and his intuition remained optimistic. So they rode the camels and followed Melchior.
After a couple of days, the effects of dehydration became more evident. Their aspect was no good. But once again, they had to face the unexpected.
In front of them, a vast silhouette was drawn on the horizon. They asked themselves if it was a mirage. But as they became closer, the silhouette became bigger. It was a palace. And although the Three could feel there was something deceitful about the place, they had no other way.
Melchior was the first one to get off the camel. He turned back and, looking at his companions in distress, he said:
‘We are always where we are supposed to be. Come on’. And led the way towards the palace’s entrance.
INFINITE DEATHS
I lay on the sand of a Patagonian beach. Whales jump close to the shore. They move their tails, calling my attention.
The sand is composed of medium size shells. And I realize that shells are fossils. And that a fossil is a trace of death.
Flies fly all around my body. There must be a dead animal close by, I guess. I move my arms, trying to make them go away. But they keep coming and touching my body. There are too many.
So I surrender. I let the flies lay on my body as I lay on the sand, just doing nothing. My body gets covered with flies. And I realize this is what happens when your body is dead. I close my eyes. I let myself feel it.
How many deaths in life are needed?
How many times have I died to myself?
How many deaths are to come?
RETURNING PROPERTY
In a very distant village, where war and division had taken place, some things remained stuck. Topics which the inhabitants gradually stopped talking about. Almost automatically, the issues began to pile up inside a giant chest. Big, so big that it reached the size of the largest park in the village on Christmas day. Adults decided to add more chests in other parks to keep piling up what they avoided talking about. Everything that was there but was never to be spoken. Until one day, the children, tired of watching their parents make excuses and say nothing when they were asked why they did not take them anymore to the park to play, decided to go to the park by themselves.
A QUESTION:
Do you believe in Magic?
CHARLOTTE III
Someone knocked on the door of the cabin.
‘This must be our guests asking for permission to come in. I will be right back,’ Charles said and got up energetically.
The cabin was small, so she could hear everything from where she was at. She expected to hear loud voices, compliments, greetings, and the usual interaction between a guest and a host. However, there was perfect silence. She waited for a couple of minutes for a noise to come from the door, but it seemed as if Charles had disappeared.
Charlotte got up and walked towards the cabin’s entrance to check what was going on. But when she entered the main door room, a bright, almost transparent woman was hugging Charles. The silence was genuine and intimidating. Charlotte started feeling a little bit dizzy, as she couldn’t stand that amount of light and brightness in such a small room.
MILAGROS III
The True meaning of any given moment
lives beneath the things that pass almost unseen.
Only Innocence
can open the heart’s eyes,
those that can reach the invisible.
And while some choose to read in books
what they could see with their own heart,
We, instead, decided to take a look for ourselves:
We kissed.
In an instant time
we traveled to the Center of the Earth.
We could hear the water of seven fresh streams fall
The sun in the stream reflected a giant crystal,
the earth ‘s heart.
We learned to fly with fairy wings,
dolphins swam,
mermaids laughed,
birds sang,
colorful beings:
Guardians of our Innocence.
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A LETTER BURNT IN THE FIRE
When they told me that I would become president of the entire country, I couldn’t believe it. At that time, I was a young boy. I had no interest in politics. Neither I imagined myself as a leader of a militia. But to be honest, when those three men showed up at my place wearing such unusual clothes and knowing everything about me, there was a part of me that knew that what they were saying was Truth. The smallest one was clear about the need for my service and my Good Will. They were clever. But they were even more than clever. I felt as if they were (even) more than human.
Today, with so much accomplished, I look backward and wonder if I would have gone through all the events of my life if I had known what they were truly about in advance. I don’t think so. Not knowing is what always kept me moving forward.
CONFESSION OF AN EAGLE:
Temperance, the ability to see the plot as a film from all points of view with calm and understanding of the Wholeness, is by my side.
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One day, I woke up believing I had a great idea. I started writing metaphors, soliloquies, and sonnets around one same topic. I was trying to give my father the feeling that lies deep inside, like a centrifugal force among the digestive organs. I wrote complete dialogues, creating blood images and dark visions. I wanted him to experience the one thing he did not have: guilt.
But instead of staring at his own hands and seeing my weakened body, he gave birth to what everyone called his great masterpiece. That way, he was able to distribute his own guilt among innocent audiences.
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ATLANTEAN MEMORY
The night of my birthday, an artist came out and sat down next to me. I was bored watching the party. He brought an art piece he and his team had made with their own hands. It was a bright metal fish.
“This is for you,” he said. “Happy birthday.”
Right after I said thanks, he continued:
“We all live in this fish.”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“I mean, this gift comes from our heart, so in some way, we all live in it.”
As someone who can hear what is said beneath each word, I recognized that I was in front of an old memory. That I was reliving an experience. I can identify this kind of situation because I enter a regressive state that I can even feel in my physical body. This is how I travel in time.
A FACT:
The crisis is needed for humans to remember.
A NEW SLOGAN:
A COMPASSIONATE LESSON:
LOVE
THE
PROCESS.
MILAGROS II
At times it felt as if I was playing tricks on my mind
or living on a dream,
but when I found myself
-at last-
in perfect silence,
I could hear the truth
of the world that walks inside me.
And everything made sense.
Unafraid of messing with fate,
I looked for you around the earth.
And when I finally saw you,
walking towards me,
you seemed
-to me-
like a gift of heaven
because realizing you are inside a body is heaven to me.
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DOMENICO
What is known about Domenico is that this time he was born in Naples. He grew up with fear, believing that the year 2000 was the end of the world. But what he saw as an ending turned up to be the beginning of a lifetime taking pictures. He became obsessed with people’s iris. He traveled, looking for eyes where he could find himself. In squares and beaches, he asked the people he met to take pictures of their eyes.
On his way, he studied the hemic system, but above all, the lymphatic system, the great responsible for carrying the water that gives colour to the eye.
He stands before the door of the Soul of each person that comes across his way. He takes a picture and steps back, like those who hesitate before jumping.
STAR III
Once Melchior recovered and the camels were ready, the Three continued their journey to Bethlehem altogether.
THE BLUE PEARL III
INTERVIEW TO ELEPHANTS
Elephant: It is about time…
Interviewer: Hi, thank you for this opportunity. How long have you been waiting for this day to come?
Elephant: Elephants don’t wait.
Interviewer: What do you mean?
There was a moment of complete silence. Another elephant approached, and both elephants started caressing their giant bodies before the first elephant continued talking…
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THE BLUE PEARL II
CONVERSATION WITH A LADYBUG
A ladybug came to visit me and stayed at my fingertips. I had always wanted to know why some people call it like that, but I did not have time to ask because she spoke first:
‘I have a message for you,’ she said.
I was not surprised to hear an insect speak. What surprised me was the way she did it. She was agitated. Her gestures were nervous as if she wanted to say everything she knew quickly, afraid of forgetting everything.
I answered in silence. I looked at the ladybug with the deepest part of my eyes.
‘Write down,’ she said.
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WRITER II
I sit on a chair. The page is blank. I take seven deep breaths. And I wait for it to happen.
The journey starts on a white page. The white page is like the Source. A canvas that needs an “other” to become something. To recognize itself as a white canvas. So, the Source divides itself and becomes that other that recognizes the white page. The Source becomes two entities: the page itself and the writer who observes the page. Now the Source, through two different experiences – as a canvas and as a writer- needs to keep exploring itself. New forms. New ways of being. New ways of experiencing. New points of view. And these possibilities of being are born through the words that the Source -disguised as a writer- writes. All the possible stories. All the imaginable characters. The most unthinkable plots multiply as a spontaneous effect of the first division. Every turn, even the most unexpected ones, are One in essence.
CENTER OF THE EARTH II
Eons ago, a point of consciousness was born. This conscious being was born in the physical body of a planet. Her name is Gaia. The purpose of this newborn was to experience evolution through different and challenging stages of Life. In other words, she would have to learn how to create and shape reality through multiple dimensions.
In the beginning, her physical body was just water. Iced water. Glaciers. The home of infinite particles of virus and bacteria that developed the physical form into landscapes of all kinds. In every water molecule, the purpose of this conscious being was recorded. All the information that she needs to remember her evolutionary path is stored there.
A PLAN
CHARLOTTE II
‘Hello?’, a voice came from the other side…
Charlotte made a pause. The light was still too bright, and her eyes were trying to adjust. The state of confusion was thorough.
‘I am Charlotte,’ she said.
‘I know who you are… welcome, Charlotte’, the voice answered. ‘I remember my first time here. I was not able to see at first. But trust me, there is no danger here. It would be best if you came out of the elevator. It won’t get you anywhere else.’
The voice sounded familiar to Charlotte, but she was in such a state of confusion that she couldn’t pinpoint who she was talking to. She made a step forward and walked towards the door. It took her a couple of minutes to walk out of the elevator. An instant later, the vision of her eyes became more precise. At first, she was able to recognize shapes and forms. Then she recovered the ability to see colors. And her full sight’s capacity became evident when she realized she was inside a cozy wooden cabin full of plants. The pure sound of nature was all around her. The air was fresh. She felt safe.
A man walked towards her, and Charlotte recognized him right away. It was the second-hand bookseller.
CLARIFICATION
Every day we heal. Every minute, every second, we are healing. Even though we can’t see it, or we aren’t conscious about it, our soul is constantly experiencing what it needs to experience in its evolutionary path.
And what is an evolutionary path? It is a route of consciousness. When we talk about routes, we usually think of linear courses with a starting point and an ending line. And even though here on Earth everything is constructed under a beginning-end layout, the route of consciousness is just a point. A moving point that turns on its own axis, creating forms and allowing movement.
Why is this movement significant? Self-recognition. To realize we are a unique point creating forms that allow the necessary moves to recognize ourselves as one point that just IS.
What has this to do with healing? To heal is to reveal, integrate, bring together, to understand from a broader point of view the meaning of an experience. Self-recognition. To heal is not the same as to cure. The cure is just a superficial answer to the damage. Healing brings light to the soul. Healing IS. Cure exists.
MOROCCAN PROVERB
When a Storyteller dies, a whole library burns.
MERLIN
From where I stand, I see everything, and I see nothing. I was born worshiping the sun, but I will die soon in the shade of the trees. Today I just want to write about my true love. You already know almost everything about my prophecies, my rituals, my adventures, and pieces of advice. My days at court are done. While I get ready to depart, sitting under this ash tree, I just want to remember. And one can only remember through emotions. That’s why I want to talk about her. The way our bodies loved each other in the morning when we were awakened by the sun. She was the sun. And today, I feel like the moon: mysterious and nostalgic. We were one. The sun and the moon here on earth. Her arms were beautiful. And I use the past tense because she is gone. And today, I remember her, knowing but at the same time not knowing what will happen. Without promises but with the hope that I will see her again. In another life with a different body, but with the same gaze.
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LEMURIA
When I found out that we will be called Angels of the Ocean, I took for granted that it was because of our white hair and the sea scent in our bodies.
Human creativity is something I will forever long for. I admire humans’ capacity to make up words and put them together, creating beauty. They are, without a doubt, the sensitive poets of The Unique Book.
Right before the Great Atlantis War, when we were about to withdraw to The Centre of the Earth, we left our messages saved on discs that are hard to access. If they ever were to be found, all our memories will get to see the light. And I can’t wait for that day to arrive. Humans will come across the force of Redemption, the one that will teach them how to forgive themselves for every act of self-punishment that they commit when they experience judgment for themselves in the name of others.
When we lived on the surface, we also had to learn to forgive ourselves because although we accomplished our mission, we became so attached to the waters of the Earth that we forgot we were a part of them.
Letting go of the Pacific coast, its vivid colors, and its flora’s wilderness was a difficult task. But that’s how cycles work. We understood that it was humans’ turn to inhabit the surface. And now is our time to become guardians of The Unique Book at the Centre of the Earth, with the conviction of not interfering in their writings, stories, or decisions. Nevertheless, I must confess that sometimes -only sometimes- when I read their pages full of war, division, inequality, and hate, I feel the urge to reveal everything to them. Because if they only knew what is said about this planet in the stars, if they only knew that it is the most precious one…if they only knew, perhaps, they would start to remember and take better care of it.
CHARTRES
In the Centre of the Labyrinth, Unification is.
There is no beginning and no end. Just one unified point.
The labyrinth invites us to look down to the floor and realize that we are That thing that is looking down at us from Above. To recognize that the divinity of the One that is looking from above is inside of us. In the centre of the Labyrinth, Unification is.
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CONCLUSIONS OF AN EMPTY WOMAN
On various occasions, I heard about the December eclipse. I must admit I never paid too much attention to it. To any eclipse, actually. I always felt that eclipses were simple indicators of a cycle, something similar to what a street light does but with a different set of lights.
But the December eclipse arrived. And that morning, I felt different, almost confirming that everything I had known until that moment had died: the way we interacted with people shifted, the fundamental beliefs that always organized us were undermined by simple questions, and on the streets, people ceased to walk with their faces uncovered. I felt the structures- the surroundings- have fallen down. And I asked myself if a Roman has ever woken up one morning recognizing that his Empire was falling down, like the way I woke up.
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WRITTEN IN A NEWSPAPER:
February 3rd, 2010
BIOTECHNOLOGY
The story behind our own story: Henrietta Lacks
She died anonymously despite being everywhere. Her cells were extracted from her body without her consent, yet today, they continue to reproduce in every lab worldwide. Although she remains anonymous, Henrietta Lacks is responsible for the most notable achievements of the last decades: polio vaccine, experiments on the moon, nuclear energy, and genetics.
In 1951 a 31 years old black woman, tired of working in the tobacco plantations, arrived at John Hopkins Hospital with a cervix tumor. Cancer, she was told. Her name was Henrietta Lacks, and shortly before she died, doctors discovered in her cells a peculiarity: they were immortal. Once extracted from her body, her cells -called HeLa on her behalf- reproduced infinitely. The science community had never seen something like that. Thanks to this opportunity, scientific developments on various grounds were achieved: the polio vaccine, trips to the moon to observe the effect of gravity on humans, atomic energy developments, gene mappings, drugs for countless medical conditions and diseases, cosmetics, among hundreds and millions of developments. While the scientific community reproduced and commercialized HeLa cells among every lab beyond imagination, Henrietta´s children were unaware of what they had done with her mother´s cells. Ironically, while their mother saved the world´s medicine, they could not afford to see a doctor due to their lack of economic means.
This is the story that Rebecca Sloot brings to her book, The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks, the last best seller in the USA. It is a book written after a decade of investigation, which through subtle writing, goes weaving different views, gathers information from relatives, doctors, journalists specialized on the subject, and unprecedented files about a woman that keeps saving millions of lives today. A story of a technological breakthrough and an explicit social drawback in a context of deep racial and gender inequality everyone should know.
STAR II
They met in the morning of the appointed day, below the highest peak of the mountain range of Zagros, exactly where the merchants’ road forked. The first one to arrive was Balthazar as he collapsed over a big rock because his legs were tired from the trip. Once he recovered his breath, he took out the water left and drank it all.
He spent hours contemplating details throughout the landscape: the shapes of the mountains, the stones on the ground, and the road that lay ahead. The sun shined on his face, so did the wind.
After a while, in the distance, he recognized the shape of a camel. As it approached, he was able to identify the face of the man on top of it. It was Gaspar. He looked just like I had shown him: grey hair and beard, embroidered clothes, with expressive gestures showing confusion. When he finally saw Balthazar sitting on the rock, he realized he had just arrived at the meeting point and hurried to the encounter.
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The woman was lying against a Black Poplar in the park of Montjuic. From the top of it, a dry autumn leaf falls floating in the air and lands on the cover of a yellow book. The leaf hides the title and the name of the author.
Time happens and creates a new story without a title.
The wind flies the leaf away till it finally reaches the ground. Inevitably, the leaf and the soil become one. And the woman smiles because she can recognize the beautiful process of unification. A leaf that just is and dies as a result of being.
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ADVICE FROM A WISE MAN
Do not criticize.
ON JULY 8TH 2021 SOMEONE WROTE:
What will happen on Earth has already happened somewhere, or at least, is already happening in my mind. Time, soon, will tell. What will be seen on the waters comes from the centre of the Earth. It will show how ignorant our scientific egos are. Most importantly, it will make obvious how much we need to understand the actual science, the one of the soul. The planet will speak out loud in such a profound way that it will be hard to understand how it happened. This physical manifestation is needed to uplift the lower mind to the upper one. In every singular self, the wave will do its movement. It is not a wake-up call. Because we are already awake, it is an alignment for our inferior bodies. It is.
A DRUNK MAN IN A TRAIN STATION SAYS:
“Long ago, back in what we know as Ancient Egypt, a great server lived. A man who knew how to make decisions out of the most perfect engine ever created on this planet: the heart. If you only knew everything you can achieve with your heart, you would stop creating illusions, you would give up all your possessions, you would only work on learning more and more about how to use the most divine organ we were given.
This man I am referring to was called Akhenaton. He received the most pure messages, those that come from the Sun behind the Sun. His mission, as everybody else’s, was Unification. He came to humanize a materialist and scattered society. Like ours. A society that worshiped gold instead of brightness.
..............................................CONVERSATION BETWEEN TWO TEENAGERS:
‘How come you don’t know what your preferred pronouns are?’
‘The thing is, I identify myself as a soul’.
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WRITER:
I close my eyes and I can see myself sitting next to an Ascended Master in an empty building. The place looks abandoned in ruins. His face becomes clearer as I breathe deeper and deeper. He brings with him clothes and shows me that this was how he looked in one of his incarnations. When he was one of the Three Wise Men.
He explains that he is part of a planetary higher conscious hierarchy and that they work in the process of integration that our planet needs for evolution. And while there are many others like him working behind the scenes, his role is to become visible and connect with humans in the physical plane in order to guide us in the path of global transcendence.
While he shows me images from the past and the future of the world, he asks me to write a book under his guidance disregarding what other people might think. Whatever they say about you will be part of their process, he adds. And I smile, because I know what my process is about. Writing this book is my own process of conscious evolution. And my purpose is to share with you all the experiences that I go through as I write it.
ABOUT INNOCENCE
I did everything someone does before moving out. I went through all my belongings, one by one and decided to throw away many of them. I had only one box left to check. But I couldn’t get it done. Something was telling me that it was an important box. And that’s why I took my time to open it. I always get delayed when objects, or situations, that question myself come my way.
One morning, some days before the big day, I did it. I kneeled down and opened the box. There it was. Between books, clothes and old photos, I found my Innocence.
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Reminder:
T O B R E A T H E
JUDITH SHAKESPEARE:
July, 15th 1660
When I turned eight and my twin brother was still alive, my father asked me for a big favor. Today, from a distance, I remember it was from that moment on that I stopped eating. My mother tried her best by mixing flavors and colors like a puzzle on my plate to make me eat. But there was no way. I wasn’t hungry anymore. My appetite was gone. Better said, it was stolen away from me on my birthday by my father. Together with my appetite he took not only my drawings and my written pages, but also his love for me.
CHARLOTTE
She was thirsty. She got out from the train at Covent Garden Station and walked right away to the toilet facilities to refill her water bottle. It took her 20 minutes to get there from her home in Hammersmith. Winter holidays had just started and the city was decorated with dazzling light installations. Covent Garden streets were all about Christmas and all the stores showed off their seasonal window displays.
On her way to the British Museum, she stopped by her favorite spot in the neighbourhood, The Astrology Shop, a blue and mysterious store of magic. She looked through the window and saw books, quartz, candles, divination cards, pendulums, and essential oils all around. She was about to enter when an old man approached her. He was riding a bicycle cart full of second hand books with a huge sign hanging that said: Get a book. Free yourself.
ANONYMOUS THOUGHT:
Information
without
experience
comes
without
a
lesson.
ANOTHER STAR:
One day I wanted to become a part of its stories. I wanted to write in the Unique Book too. But as the book is in the Centre of the Earth, I had to find the way for my messages to reach its pages.
The first thing that occurred to me was to reach your planet through space, but then I realized it would bring such chaos that it would take eons to reorganize. So I looked for something able to travel there without any problem.
WATER. That was the solution!
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THE LORD BUDDHA HAS SAID:
that we must not believe in a thing said merely because it is said; nor traditions because they have been handed down from antiquity; nor rumors, as such; nor writings by sages, because sages wrote them: nor fancies that we may suspect to have been inspired in us by a Deva (that is, in presumed spiritual inspiration); nor from inferences drawn from some haphazard assumption we may have made; nor because of what seems an analogical necessity; nor on the mere authority of our teachers or masters. But we are to believe when the writing, doctrine, or saying is corroborated by our own reason and consciousness. «For this,» says he in concluding, «I taught you not to believe merely because you have heard, but when you believed of your consciousness, then to act accordingly and abundantly.»[1]
[1] Secret Doctrine
MILAGROS
Our story is a never ending poem.
It all started at The Beginning
when were One living particle
that at some point
(and honestly I don’t remember exactly when)
decided to divide.
One particle became two particles
and exploration began…
As individual beings we started our own cycles
Flying through time and space
creating shapes
-wondering-
just being the Imagination.
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A DOCUMENTARY SCRIPT
Author’s note
Over the last decade, I spent my days interviewing all kinds of animals. Cetaceans, felines, amphibians, among many others, shared with me their most profound memories and thoughts on the coexistence with humans on this planet we all live on. Some were difficult to track down, some happened in the most unexpected places, and some, fortunately, were just instants that changed my life.
The compilation of these interviews is an attempt to bring together all the unheard voices under one documentary. This is the Blue Pearl, an invitation from animals to humans to rethink the co-creation of our home.
MEMORY OF A WATER MOLECULE:
I came to Earth as water. At the beginning of Time, this planet was water. Just water. First, I was ice. Information in a perfect and brilliant hexagon. We were all together, preparing for division. Shapes came along with the melting of our white land. And in the movement of every wave, I became an individualized form of One. Water became oceans, rivers, lakes, rain, and then blood. The moon created tides that created sea foams that three times multiplied by minerals created the earth. That was when the game of creation on Earth began.
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MESSAGE FOR NOAH:
Before the Great War, the one that will be remembered as a Great Flood, pack everything you’ve got. There is an arch with all the animal species that have ever existed waiting for you. Very kindly, they have decided to save only one man, and just because they think you are a nice guy, they chose to save you. What others might experience as a disgrace, will be your lucky day. Rumor has it that giraffes nodded when they were asked if your partner could come in. The only request is to remain loudless because there will be felines involved. And trust me, you don’t want to wake them up.
..............................................8 MONTHS OLD BABY:
I arrived. Devoted. Knowing and not knowing what will come, like an actor that forgot the script. That ‘s to be born. To arrive trusting uncertainty. Now that I lived almost the same time outside as inside, the first thing that I do is to remember the moment of the explosion. That instant we stopped being one and started being two. A boundless expansion. The fusion between order and disorder. A known nonsense. To start seeing forms is tricky because I had forgotten them. Forms appeared once the door was opened. The door of Life.
A THOUGHT IN THE MIND OF A SENSITIVE MAN:
Wisdom
is
a
Path
of
doubts
overcome
by
Intuition.
STAR:
A part of me is leaving today as I die. And ecstasy is all I can feel. I know that most of you are afraid of death and think of it as an end. But to me, from up here in the sky, death is a fascinating experience. It is re birth. A moment of liberation from the old form. An opportunity to come to life again. An aspect of a continuous process of transformation. A reminder of eternity.
To the ones who read these words with dislike or fear, I would like to ask: have you ever thought about what happens when you sleep? Have you ever realized that every night you die on the physical plane and are alive and functioning elsewhere? I know death is somehow a longer interval but let me tell you that is not that different from sleep.
The point is that I am happy because I came here to write down in this Book my favorite story. This is a story you may think you have heard before. A story that has been told in many different languages through all the existing human cultures on Earth. But the truth is that you only know half of it and trust me, this is an opportunity to know it all.