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In the Secret of the Flower of Life

In the cosmic torus garden rivers flow in all directions, water splits into colourful glittering drops, magnetised and attracted towards the space in a deep belonging passion. Floating as world-full details in the empty space of the garden. Birds fly and sing, their song sits on the branches of each drop like a tiny sparrow that sits on the flower of Eden, in her singing she’s awakening the flowers' energy colours - the purple, the red, the orange and the yellow - erecting from the flower in a grounding upwards movement. Sounds and colours filling each other.

After all sights, shapes and structures have taken form in your minds, in the field of creation, the carpet of consciousness, they blur and melt. Boundaries shatter, but the content does not disappear: all that is left are colours and sounds carried in a gentle floating. This is your timeline, dear ones, a time of gentle and calm awakening, of shedding structure after structure like peeling a flowers' petals to the last, where its scent still floats on the air and brings a spring message without shape.

In the cosmic torus garden there's a space where life is a movement of goodness and abundance shining out of each gaze, word, experience, each drop of existence. Phantasy, dream, or manifested reality in the field of creation?

Magic in the order of colours

This energy of colours and sounds will accompany you in the coming season. This season is affected by the lunar eclipse, and will echo to you belonging and renewal. And if it is measurements we're dealing in, it will be a measure of three months and-a-half against three minutes and-a-half of earthly lunar eclipse. The lunar eclipse enlightens the gentle embroidery line between life and death, between dark and light, between inside and outside the womb, between the sounds of intuition and divine sounds. Measurement against measurements, you measure your lives, even though the effect-waves of hidden life-compounds – sounds and colours – are attracted to the beyond. To a shapeless and measureless world.

Could you imagine a life without religious institutions? Can you bring to your minds that countries, social groups and culture can be conducted without government, without negotiating on the individual freedom of choice? Who do you belong to, where does belonging reside?

The human society's collective effort to elevate beyond the order of hierarchy has created a magic-generating energy that melts old formulas and structures. You are flooded with new information from the colourful abundant teachers who give you new creation-stories. They offer new perspectives on the meaning of your existence, on your place in the familiar world and the universe, on the divine source within you; and they challenge you to deal with death. The death of fixed knowledge, of ideas, plans, opinions, perceptions, philosophies. They goad you to mix the palettes of colours and sounds.

There are those who are shocked by such questions and information. There are those above whose heads these words float like a pleasant birdsong, never resting. And there are those who already understand with heart, who understand that the nature of cosmic geometry is not embedded in admired social structures, but rather is a Divine sound-flow of naturally engineered spaces passing through the channels of feeling and the sounds of passion, touching the core of the Self’s heart-vibrations.

There are those who feel the magical wave of spirit wind which stirs the skin's sentries, as if delivering a lover’s message of etheric narrative. This is the journey of the Divine spirit that resides in the detailed cosmic garden, fills the space with no excess loads, and blows away the hierarchy’s order between colours and sounds.

Once in the day and once in the night Venus is dancing between darkness and light

In your breathing process you have a whole cycle. A sound cycle which brings you in each moment, in each breathing track, in an underground dive into the universe's consciousness – just like that, without your noticing. This cycle includes two suspensions, they're almost like a stop. These are moments of letting-go, release from "there's no" and "there is", from dulness and emptiness, from effort. When you allocate a specific moment in your busy lives to listen to the breath – will you dare to reside within those suspensions? How long can you stay naturally with the suspension, without holding or directing? Have you noticed that within each suspension the concept of death and belonging appears?

Most of you probably don't reside with the suspensions between in-breath and out-breath, since they remind you of the exhausting dualistic battle between accepting death as a fact of life and constantly running away from it. Dear and beloved one, without death there is no alchemy. Death is a phenomenon, not a static state. It’s a phenomenon of quality ascension, the synchronisation of dimensions; death is like singing in a foreign language. You must not be afraid of death, you must not be afraid of suspension and of letting-go. This period of energetic calmness embraces you and surrounds you, and it will teach you to soar into the suspension that is within love.

This is an invitation to embrace suspensions, to adopt the death of ideas and non-relevant un-serving ideals. To learn to slow down into the acceleration that exists in the shapeless merger of Self and soul.

The pattern of belonging is seeded in the light of the lunar eclipse. Observing star movements will tell you something of the nature of change. Change does not exist "in return”, because you wanted for something to be different in return. Change exists "so that" – so that a different manifestation will be revealed. You all live fenced within the perspective of a particular moment and only the view changes. Like Venus, who finds herself appearing once on the background of the day and once on the background of the night. But she always belongs to her nature, that of radiating love.

You must not move love from its dwelling in return for the other, not even in return for the "I". There's no before and after in love. The nature of love is revealed in its being. This is why love is white (in Hebrew it plays on the word Levana, which means both moon and white): it allows all colours to exist as potentials inside her womb.

The sea is the womb of all drops

Imagine that you hold in the palm of your hand a drop of water. You've managed to capture one tiny drop of water and you walk with it all the way to the sea, carrying it gently in the palm of your hand. At the end of the journey, when you arrive at the sea, you let go of the drop and it disappears, as if it never was. You return home and once again capture a drop of water. With great effort you protect it and make sure it doesn't fall or dissolve. And when you get back to the sea again you let go of the drop and it merges with the sea and disappears.

Over and over and over again, your movements are invested in an endless repetition of collecting the drop and letting it go into the sea. The sense of heaviness and tiredness arising from the effort, out of so much focus and concentration on the same daily movement – but you haven't taken a single moment to be with the sea and in its observation enjoy the ocean of compassion, the wisdom and insight of opening the heart and weaving the capillaries of consciousness.

Your daily effort to get out of the state of survival, to find new paths in your relationship, to deal with your child, leads you into the garden of details, to protecting the drop. But the sea, this big cosmic soup, is swallowing your doings with love and invites you to be heady in the torus garden's landscape of an enlighting drop which has merged with the sea of knowledge, just like the flower of life that has peeled off its petals and keeps echoing the all.