The Doors Of Perception
All dreams are clear at the start. But the brain doesn’t translate properly.
All dreams are clear at the start. But the brain doesn’t translate properly.
There is not ONE reality. Neither two nor a thousand. There are an infinity of realities
Son of the Sun is a world title in antiquity. The Hyperboree sun, of course.
Black people, first conqueror of the planet, civilizing, building, educating
Second Run … After the slaughter of the Great War, same players shoot again …
Our senses don’t fool us, but our brain and its damn programs.
The kundalini blockages are located on one or the other chakra
Wonderful and amazing, it has reigned for centuries over the surrounding fields.
Pleiadians, Vegans, Centaurians, Greys, Anunna, Elohim, all they are here …
On the paths of high solitude / Go the warrior with uncertainty / Screaming at night
Western path, this forgotten Tantrism makes pass from the being of flesh to the being of light.
The friends we’ve had all look like Juan Matus. The Maestro even more.