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  • Luna Nueva en Ashwini, Aries. El valor de ser libre. 17/04/2026.

    Imagen de Pinterest, autor/a desconocid@.

    Se abre el portal de la acción. No importa si estamos listos o no, el tiempo salvaje no espera a nadie.

    Daremos el primer paso, ¿hacia adelante?

    Hacia el centro.

    La libertad radica en la percepción. El paso se dará sí o sí, bajo elección propia o circunstancial… pero siempre en el tiempo divino.

    Lo que pide el momento es valor, el valor de ser libre. El valor de dar el primer paso, aunque dudemos. El valor de decidir saltar al vacío de lo desconocido.

    ¿Preparados? No importa si no lo estamos. Es en el sostén del no saber que aprendemos a caminar por el Vacío; tejiendo una y otra vez el telar de la imaginación.

    Que sean esas imágenes, nuestros símbolos encarnados, las que guíen nuestros pasos.

    Luna y Sol galopando a las orillas del océano de fuego indomable de Aries. Marte, el guerrero, como guía del ritmo evolutivo se sumerge en las aguas de Piscis…. y no está solo, sino acompañado de Saturno y de Mercurio. Uno quiere avanzar, otro quiere esperar, y el intelecto mercurial se rinde a la poética del no saber.

    Sol y Luna por tanto se apoyan esta vez simplemente en la llama, la chispa del comienzo eterno de la creación, y de su unión surge la acción divina de la elección de tener el valor para dar ese primer paso, en libertad y confianza. Y a su lado tienen el sostén de la pasión, Venus, latiendo al ritmo del deseo universal.

    Porque no importa hacia dónde creamos que queremos ir, el camino sólo se abre ante nuestros ojos en cuánto damos ese primer paso.

    Jai Mā! ❤️‍

  • Embracing the darkness


    There is a strange contentment that comes from embracing the darkness. It’s a void of deep peace. A cave only the heart knows where to rest.

    The smoke is only the consequence of pleasure. That inhale of the cigarette that kills the lungs but awakens the soul. It’s the symbolic life that courses through my veins.

    No amount of certainty can erase the pleasures of the Unknown.

    Death is the great revealing, the dismemberment of the thoughts that treaded in existential anxiety for so long.

    To know that there is an ending gives harmony to the whole charade. This play, the theatre and dance of life. How extremely powerful is the moment we let her lead; Life. Not all these ideas of wanting to belong. All these ideas of wanting to be seen. All these ideas of who we should be.

    Pleasure and pain, companions in the journey to oneself, to wholeness. Revealing and concealing the light of truth; we are nothing reflected upon everything.

    There is a strange contentment that comes from embracing the darkness.


  • All paths lead eventually to the centre

    This existential longing that pulls the thread of my being… like a spider web that is weaved into the fabric of space-time.

    All paths lead eventually to the centre. To the confrontation with what is or isn’t impermanent…

    The continuum we created to identify ourselves with, must one day detangle by the force of the wind, of rain, of nature, of life. And the storm will come, with ferocious spontaneity…

    What will we do then, when there is no thread to hold on to?

    No web to fall into?

    Will we learn to weave in the liminal emptiness again?

    All paths lead eventually to the centre… To the Void.

    Our Heart itself is the only Home.

  • Where will all this longing go?

    Where will all this longing go?

    Into the rivers of blood that stream down a body?

    Into the whispers of the wind that caress the leaves?

    Into the ashes of a dream that was once a raging fire?

    Into the sparkle of light that shines on the sea?

    Into the moon, stars, and eternity?

    Into the deep crevices of a broken heart?

    Where will all this longing go… when I die?

  • There is no certainty

    There is no certainty.

    Whoever we think we are, we are not. Whoever we wish we were, we are not.

    When the heart breaks, and the “I” dissolves, we can find ourselves stripped naked from the ideas that created a continuum through memories, dreams, longings…

    We are not those either. There is no certainty about who we are from the perception of the “I” that was carefully built to fit the story we wanted to tell ourselves.

    Who we are cannot be contained in any descritption that lives in time and space. The truth shines bright when we fall through the abyss and we have nothing but the darkness to hold on to.

    Like in meditation, only forgetting ourselves truly opens the door to remembrance. Like upon waking up, in that split second, when we haven’t gathered yet the thought of “me” and “mine”.

    That’s the great paradox of questioning “who am I?”. It’s in the searching where we lose ourselves….

    I have no answers. I don’t even know if I still have questions. But at last I can just rest in this space between known and unknown.

    There is no certainty.