One world club.
Miracles are not something we can make with our own hands, not directly. When and if this happens, it's because we are being channels to something bigger. The biggest thing this world has, is this world, and this entity is called mother earth, Tonantzin or Pachamama. Connecting to her is not just about ceremony or visiting her natural sanctuaries. It's about being truly devoted and truly belonging, meaning, our life is geared towards finding our way back to her integral wisdom, a return to living fully in and by her arms.
This holy mother had many children, and on top of her robes were built all sorts of temples devoted to all sorts of gods. These temples grew big and tall, with varied purposes and effects. Some worshipers and priests devoted themselves to these temples and these gods. Their gifts were great and sometimes terrible. Yet, everyone always knew and worshiped the original mother, and she needed no special pyramid, she had the mountains that were and are still taller than anything any other god has yet built. She gave us the springs of water that kept us alive. Nothing else was so great and so important, has or ever will be. Many accepted and respected the other gods, but never forgot her. That was the case of those who would journey to her temple at Tepeyac hill, a small mountain with a spring in the edge of Xochimilco and Texcoco lake.
On the other side of the ocean, some peoples journeyed to the furthest stretches of the darkness beyond our great mother. In this journey they perfected evil. As they eventually took over the world, they saw they could not kill her, nor the worship of her, so they decided to rape her and dress her with the robes of deceit. These robes became the new gods and goddesses many now today worship. Dressed with pain as she was, it was still not enough. De-humanized men and women had to get even further away, go to mars, transfer their consciousness into a machine; they cannot bear their earthiness, their trauma is so deep. Their new temple became the artifice, and everyone is now obliged to comply, to worship, suffer and pay tribute to this all mighty. They are, the one world club.
Taking advantage of our psychic interconnection, they have parasitized our fields of consciousness. This is the ancient technology they have always had, and have recently exploited. With support of other technologies, we are driven to the altars, to the fires of the non-living, sucked through cameras and keys to the disconnection of interconnectedness. Those who still kindle the true spirit of our mother earth within, have to enter into this temple too, joining all the relatives found here and trying with them to find a way out.
In this attempt, they find themselves trapped there too. When is the light going to show? they ask. It's outside the temple, our mother answers. Attempting to connect everyone and find a systemic solution is a trap. The only way out is to follow thee who is willing to lead the way out of the temple of doom, back to mother earth, one by one. In one soul, in you if you choose to follow, lies the power to bring back the light.
One world club.
Miracles are not something we can make with our own hands, not directly. When and if this happens, it's because we are being channels to something bigger. The biggest thing this world has, is this world, and this entity is called mother earth, Tonantzin or Pachamama. Connecting to her is not just about ceremony or visiting her natural sanctuaries. It's about being truly devoted and truly belonging, meaning, our life is geared towards finding our way back to her integral wisdom, a return to living fully in and by her arms.
This holy mother had many children, and on top of her robes were built all sorts of temples devoted to all sorts of gods. These temples grew big and tall, with varied purposes and effects. Some worshipers and priests devoted themselves to these temples and these gods. Their gifts were great and sometimes terrible. Yet, everyone always knew and worshiped the original mother, and she needed no special pyramid, she had the mountains that were and are still taller than anything any other god has yet built. She gave us the springs of water that kept us alive. Nothing else was so great and so important, has or ever will be. Many accepted and respected the other gods, but never forgot her. That was the case of those who would journey to her temple at Tepeyac hill, a small mountain with a spring in the edge of Xochimilco and Texcoco lake.
On the other side of the ocean, some peoples journeyed to the furthest stretches of the darkness beyond our great mother. In this journey they perfected evil. As they eventually took over the world, they saw they could not kill her, nor the worship of her, so they decided to rape her and dress her with the robes of deceit. These robes became the new gods and goddesses many now today worship. Dressed with pain as she was, it was still not enough. De-humanized men and women had to get even further away, go to mars, transfer their consciousness into a machine; they cannot bear their earthiness, their trauma is so deep. Their new temple became the artifice, and everyone is now obliged to comply, to worship, suffer and pay tribute to this all mighty. They are, the one world club.
Taking advantage of our psychic interconnection, they have parasitized our fields of consciousness. This is the ancient technology they have always had, and have recently exploited. With support of other technologies, we are driven to the altars, to the fires of the non-living, sucked through cameras and keys to the disconnection of interconnectedness. Those who still kindle the true spirit of our mother earth within, have to enter into this temple too, joining all the relatives found here and trying with them to find a way out.
In this attempt, they find themselves trapped there too. When is the light going to show? they ask. It's outside the temple, our mother answers. Attempting to connect everyone and find a systemic solution is a trap. The only way out is to follow thee who is willing to lead the way out of the temple of doom, back to mother earth, one by one. In one soul, in you if you choose to follow, lies the power to bring back the light.
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