The Witch

The witch represents the depth of the spirit, us choosing doors of conscious thinking and stepping into unknown not knowing every detail but trusting the universe that intuitive part of us. In this stage we recognize the magican within. From this moment on we aren’t alone in the vast space of possibilities to co create.

In a forested and windswept faraway land there is a cave. An enchanted place encircled by far reaching hills, unreachable mountains, huge lakes and dense woodlands, away from all human connections and civilization. One must be spellbound enough and has to go a great distance journey this place to find. There’s also a folk tale that says, once a man passes through a cave he becomes overtaken by a mysterious haze. Furthemore, the tale hints, that a man gets drawn into this enigmatic mist and never leaves until he understands the call for his freedom.

Inside the greenery of the woodland awaits a cave calling those arriving in. Inside the fog labyrinth you can hear a water’s roar of the fountain. Magic fountain of life, life’s medicine the place where the shadow meets light, the world softens, people still chatting, laughing and love but the game gets muted. And you? You have arrived.

Dreamers

For centuries it was believed that the two giants on the horizon above us in boundless universe and infinite time were only quiet solids. Two giants situated in infinite space and time that seems to keep moving forward according to its own rhythm have been studied attempted to be understand and explained since the creation of mankind, but never grasped fully.

When we lie down late at night and lose touch with the pressure of reality of everyday life, settle into the place we have made for ourselves and go sleep. At that very moment we turn our whole existence, our bodies and mind away from the sun and its magnificence. By closing our eyes, we honor and celebrate the day that has already passed yet we preserve memories. We never forget the instant what was once lived fully become a memory, just like the stars always do, so do we. No one feel bad about the sun when it vanishes before moon’s reappearance in their inevitable but beautiful cosmic play. They lived fully. We didn’t live fully because we got all we desired or because everything went according to plan, not because we performed successfully. Everyday existence is similar to a small drop of rain in the vast ocean, easily gets lost there but at the same time blends with the eternity of life. It transforms, then returns to its origin. And exactly just the same as life, this cycle has no end.

Awakened eyes no longer resent the sun for robbing them of their dreams. They now see beyond illusions, they observe the horizon as well as what is falling away. They keep the promise of tomorrow. And the Moon? We may dream large because of the Moon then quickly forget about the night after completing our morning rituals. Rising Sun turns dreams into memories only owls can fly with. It seems as though there was a completely differend story before daylight, one in which we weren’t totally present on mother Earth. It appears as though we were exploring the universe and merging invisible threads for reason that only the infinite inteligence is aware fully of.

We carry on living our lives unaware of how far we have traveled, lands we have seen, waters we have sailed unearthly discoveries and revelations we have had. Then while the Sun sets and Moon rises, a human being gazes upon filled with devotion, enthusiasm or moral duty but everyone dreams their dreams of tomorrow. And so, beneath the sky on Earth are countless living forms finally paying attention of a vast cosmic performance they have turned into spectators of. Spectators, lucky prisoners of endless dance show, eerie and lovely enchanting but very quiet play. The play where once in a while the Moon hits the Sun and for a very moment they can see right into each other eyes. Within such miliseconds everything changes for them for us. What changes is the time, time has shifted and the dream has manifested. Two infinite lovers the greatest known twinflames, sibs, two polarities both capable of reawakening entire existence and at the same time returning it to the depths of the dream. The neverending story of runners and chasers discoverng their trie purpose and ultimate potential. Ahead of all else this story is about dreamers and awakeners, it is meant to inspire you to dream big. It is what it is all about and at the end one qestion arises. It is about them o us. Perhabs that it the oldest ancient mirror we got here in front of us, but didn’t recognized.

Dreamers reawakened on the Earth at the very moment predestined for the biggest change of whole human race. They simply heard us calling.