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This is the second story from a Series of Stories that I am sharing in this website.

Story 2: FM and the Butterflies

In May 2021 I was in the process of creating my website using the Wix platform.

Everything is usually very intuitive and easy through this platform, but there are still some challenges! Even more so when you're a perfectionist, and I used to be.

Perfectionism is an aspect that is being integrated, as I realize that there is no such thing as perfection except in the I Am. Or better yet, that EVERYTHING is perfect as it is.

Well, in addition to it, I also struggled a bit with technology, and it made things seem harder than they were.

One day, feeling the energy at a level of astonishing inefficiency, I decided to stop.

I stopped and took a conscious breath. (every change is preceded by at least one good conscious breath)

Breathing and releasing my thoughts, I chose that from that moment on, technology would serve me, the software would work in my favor, and everything would be easy.

The next day, when I opened the website editor, I observed how the energy responded to my choice: everything was easy and fun!

I was looking for a new background for the homepage, and like magic, the first video the platform suggested was perfect: it contained two orange monarch butterflies flying in slow motion around a flower.

As soon as I clicked on it, it applied to the site. I almost shed a tear of emotion seeing those butterflies dancing in the “background” of my creation.

How symbolic, divine perfection!

The monarch butterfly is a symbol of Shaumbra, and this site is primarily dedicated to Shaumbra. It is a Safe Space for Sovereign Beings.

Also, the butterfly was my first Pakauwah (also known as a totem). A dear one in my heart.

I would never have found something so perfect if I had looked for it!

The best thing was that I let this come to me without typing any letters into the search box.

My mind asked, “with so many things that could appear: oceans, buildings… how did these beautiful orange butterflies appear?”

Well, let me continue the story.

One afternoon I turned on my computer and opened the text editor to write a little in my diary. As soon as I opened the editor, I noticed that my computer was dusty. I took a piece of cloth and wiped it across the screen and keyboard to remove all the dust.

At that moment, I looked out the window and the sunny day outside caught my attention, so I walked to the backyard to admire the trees and enjoy the sun a little. Behold, a butterfly appears. Black, small, flew close to me, landed on the tree by my side, flew, returned to the tree.

- Hello, butterfly - I said.


“Hm, there's something interesting about this butterfly,” I thought, “they say that black butterflies can symbolize someone who died and came back to visit…” I looked at her, who was flying sweetly “hm! Whatever!"

I went back to my room to finally write in my diary.

When I looked at the document, on the first line it said “fm,.;578”

- Oh, so you're the one in my backyard! - I said, looking out the window.

I returned to the backyard to greet the butterfly-FM, which as usual, did not respond.

It's a very subtle communication.

The mental explanation is that when I wiped the dust off, I must have bumped into these letters and numbers.

What 578 means, doesn't matter to me. I simply felt my friend's presence, and that was enough to brighten my day. I didn't feel like I should be "interpreting signs".

After that day, every time I sat down to edit the site I summoned the presence of FM.

- Show me more cool graphics, I like the butterflies you showed me that day. - I told him on one occasion.

And so he found a beautiful blooming flower video and placed it right in front of me.


Story 3 coming soon! Stay Tuned!


This is the first story from a series I will share this week.

To start telling the first story, I must point out that for many years I've been a very mental person. Always cautious, wearing doubt as a protective shield.

It deprived me of the depth of life, of beauty and feelings.

Nowadays, I feel that more and more I integrate my mind with my Gnost, let go of control and accept as real what once seemed only fantasy.

It's a conscious choice that I've been making constantly, for a few years. It's becoming real with the sweet unfolding of time.

The first story I'm going to tell you happened at the end of 2020.

Master Lucyah (my mother) and I were having breakfast in the kitchen of our house. We were talking about what we were going to do on New Year's Eve.

Lucyah was talking about grandiose potentials of celebration and abundance, "creating with broad strokes" as she likes to say - causing me tremendous discomfort. The resistance to receiving was like a pressure in my chest, my throat, my shoulders, and my back. My whole body was wrapped in the shield of doubt. As she talked to me, I could feel my face closing in an expression of deep sadness and frustration, as if the potentials she was suggesting were impossible dreams.

- What do you think? - Lucyah asked excitedly, her eyes were shining with joy.

- Yeah… cool... - I muttered, not taking my eyes off the empty mug in front of me.

- No! - she scolded me - You don't act this way anymore, remember?

Her reaction made me realize what was happening.

I was aware of the aspect, and yet I was letting it act for me.

- Yes, you're right - I said, still in a low voice - I need to be by myself for a moment

So I left the kitchen and went to my room.

I laid down on my bed, and gently laid my head on the pillow, gazing at the glint of sunlight streaming through the window. I started breathing deeply, dissolving the protective shield filled with past fears and traumas. I took a deep breath, choosing my safe space.

Then I remembered that Adamus had recently communicated in a shoud, that there was a part of the Crimson Council “setting the table” for Shaumbra and that we should just “serve ourselves with the food”. In the sense that non-physical beings were willing to support us.

“Hmm… I could call these people.” I thought “That's what they're there for, right? If they don't come, at least I tried. I have nothing to lose."

I decided to call Kuthumi first, Kuthumi always comes!

Kuthumi comes before he's even called. Kuthumi is nosy!

Or, as he would say: a loyal friend.

I asked Kuthumi to speak to these people who were in this council, to call everyone!

In a matter of seconds, my room was full of people I had never seen in my life. I recognized Saint Germain and FM, but there were many more Masters besides them. Kuthumi turned to me:

- Tell us, how can we help you?

At that moment I buried my face in the pillow. “What do I say now?!” I asked myself. "I didn't expect they would come!"

I was out of reaction and ended up realizing that I could solve my problem myself.

I didn't need so many people for such a small problem.

I mean, before the situation was crushing me, but now it didn't even seem like a problem anymore!

That's what happens when I face my grandness, my multidimensional and magical nature, all human "problems" seem like a joke. I wanted to laugh in my face.

- Well - I replied - I think I can solve this on my own, your simple presence has helped enough, thanks for coming, you can go now…. Except Kuthumi.

I said that and everyone left, except Kuthumi.

I spent the rest of the morning with a goofy grin on my face, as if that scowling old woman I was pretending to be had been surprised by the Magician - which is who I really am. This experience made it much easier for me to open up to potentials that felt like dreams.

Remember, dear Masters, you are not alone! There is always help, in many realms!

And all realms are only one breath away.


Story 2 coming out tomorrow!


At a certain part of my journey I felt that I had no roots anymore.

It felt empty.

No roots in the family.

No roots in the culture.

No roots in traditions.

No roots.

I was feeling like I was going to fall down.

What am I without those deep roots? Those deep roots full of amazing stories?

At that time it didn’t matter.

I simply allowed myself to fall, to feel the emptiness.

Some time later the Tree of Sovereignty appeared to me.

It appeared while I was breathing with myself.

“These are your new roots…. this is you…”

The Tree of Sovereignty is a symbol for I HAVE ALL THAT I NEED.

It expands, and I see myself as not only the tree but the whole environment where the tree exists.

I am the trunk, I am the branches.

I am strong with no force.

I am the leaves, I am the flowers… I am the fruit!

Sweet expressions.

I am the roots, I am the soil.

I am the soil.

The soil is the soul.

All the wisdom is in this deep, infinite soil.

All the wisdom can now flow through this tree, through every part of me.

The wisdom nurtures, the wisdom is pure.

I am also the rain, I am the rain that washes the leaves, I am the rain that permeates the soil.

I am the sunlight bringing life.

I am the air, always transmuting.

I am all that I will ever need.

And being so, I will never need anything.

I will never need to steal from others, or to seek outside.

I am here, and all comes to me… even my friends, the birds, they come and go.

But I am never alone.

The roots go deep

The branches go high

And I am not even stuck in form

I am free.

I am one with all.

I am one with me.


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