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Soap bubbles floating over pink flowers

Noah asks me: "Aunty, do you want to play with me?"

There are days when I would simply say I'm busy. There are days when I would accept the invitation, and we would play something superficial, like throwing little car toys on the floor, in a kind of race, and seeing which one got the furthest.

But that day, I felt the magic in his voice.

That day I knew he was actually saying: “Ready for an adventure?!”

So I answer: "Yes! I'm ready, my friend!”

We start with a simple game of matching pieces. The game contains twenty pieces: ten of them have colored illustrations and space in the middle for the other ten pieces, which represent the numbers from 1 to 10.

I love this game precisely because it is very colorful and provides a lot of scope for imagination.

We play as usual. At 4 years old, he knows all those numbers very well and quickly puts all the pieces together. Game Over.

Well, usually, game over. But today, it's just the beginning.

The piece that represents the number 1 has the shape of a pencil. I ask Noah:

“What do you want to create with this pencil?”

And so we both draw imaginary hearts on the floor. Obviously, they are not visible to the eye. But we can imagine them anyway we choose.

I take the piece that represents the number 7. It has the illustration of 7 colorful flowers. I could ask him about the colors of the flowers, but how about if we could smell them?

Suddenly the living room is filled with the smell of strawberries, mommy's perfume, lunch (he said that!), and other delicious things that only the two of us can smell.

At number 8, we have interesting conversations with eight cuddly teddy bears. But the fun really starts when we get to number 9!

The number 9 piece represents a box of colored pencils. It has a beautiful drawing of grass, blue sky, sun, and rainbow.

I invite Noah to come with me into the drawing and lie on the grass. In seconds we are laid down on the living room floor.

“The grass is pretty fluffy, isn’t it?” - I ask to know if we are in the same place

“Yes…” - he answers quietly, his eyes a little scared.

I take one of the colored pencils and draw a butterfly. At once, butterflies are flying around us!

He draws another sun, and now we have two suns in this dimension that we had just created.

He draws rain, I draw flowers, and he has the brilliant idea of ​​creating a tornado.

Suddenly we are flying in spirals. From the tranquility of the countryside, we are abruptly taken to a remote and unknown place, where everything is cloudy and confused.

cloudy sky sunset and sea

I tell him that from where we are I can already see the sea. He runs for almost a kilometer towards the sea to take a dip and have fun with the waves.

And it ends up creating light in that space.

We're in a flow, anything either of us feels will magically appear in our dimension, and we'll have to play with it the best we can.

We've played like this several times: we went fishing; we went to an imaginary grocery shop to buy yogurt and cookies; we picked up fruit - he loves to pick up blueberries. How is that possible? I bet he never had a blueberry! That’s not a common fruit in Brazil! But thanks to him, I have eaten countless blueberries.

Once we even got on a rocket and went to another planet, but when we got there he didn't like it very much, he asked to come back.

“I wanted a planet with people and buildings” he said.

What a curious desire! But that's how we got back to Earth.

What I like most about playing like this is that we don't have to describe too much, think too much, or say too much. Everything simply comes to us - whatever we feel!

And we are in such a beautiful, simple, and true connection, that we experience together, we have fun, and at no time we doubt what just happened. It's real, period.

When we're done with playing, it's not like: "It was fun to play, thank you!"

It's like: “Awesome! I've never been on that planet before! Fantastic!"

It is a communication from Divine to Divine, from Child to Child, from Innocence to Innocence. It is rare to find this type of communication, even with children, as they can also play power games, control, and energy feeding.

But with dear Noah, it just happens.

This summer, besides traveling through dimensions, he painted with watercolor for the first time.

watercolor and brush

I could feel his soul rejoicing as he said “wow!” with each new color he added to the paper.

It was so new and beautiful to him! I remembered the feeling I had the first time I saw the water running inside the ink form: what a delightful dance!

And now he was in front of me, with the brush in his hand and little bright eyes, creating his own dance.

What else can I say?

I'm so grateful for such a wonderful blessing, such a Sovereign Creation!

With love, Liah’ah.

Woman at orange sunrise

Expression is Spirit in action.

Expression is the fusion point between human and divine.

Expression is the communication between consciousness and energy.

Expression goes beyond mind and body. Expression is the purity of the natural state of Creator, flowing and making itself real through the human. The human in itself is an expression of the soul, the human is energy in service.

Using a very familiar metaphor, brush and paint are energy expressed in form, serving consciousness. Consciousness is the passion that drives the movement. It is the creator, even, of the canvas on which to paint.

Without consciousness, there would be no painter, no paint, no nothing.

Consciousness is also in the brush and in the canvas, in the movement, but differently, in a more subtle communication.

Consciousness communicates with these things, but it is not these things.

It takes no form, it's indefinable.

Energy is also free, but in its service, it assumes momentary forms and structures, which create the illusions we know as reality, in the most different parts of the physical and non-physical universes.

Free energy is the piano's melody, the pianist's pain, the wood that makes up the instrument. Consciousness is inspiration, the unexplainable desire to express itself, the expression that explodes without asking permission, the creation that comes out naturally by simply smiling.

By simply smiling and dancing life is created.

Colors and flavors are created.

This is expression. This is allowing.

This is the melding of human and divine, the sacred moments when an explosion of passion takes place, and there is no mind or belief system that can resist! The mind is silenced, or else it dances to the sound of the soul.

The complete melding of Human and Divine can be called The Ahmyo Life. It's when these moments of pure genuine joy, absolute lightness and detachment, are the reality all the time, not just separate moments. It is also known as the Synchronic Life, where everything flows and fits, beyond expectations of how it should be. (to read more about Ahmyo, click here)

Divine expression is in everyday life. It is in the meals you prepare, it's in your dancing with yourself in front of the mirror, in the songs you sing, in all the creative activities you engage in, your soul is there, your light is there, it is the perfect mirror of your infinite beauty.

With real eyes, I realize how everything is a divine expression: the rain that falls outside, the cars that pass on the wet street making noise - or the absolute silence. People around me, company, distractions - or loneliness. It's energy in service. Serving me.

At that point of consciousness, I am the center of my creations.

Experiences are created from the inside out. They grow, evolve, expand, change.

My divine being is evident in every part of life, in every line of my stories.

I am one with all around me, finally.


Thank you for being here!


A few days ago, I went camping with my brother, Tiago, on the island of Florianópolis, where I am now living. We went to Naufragados, the southernmost point of the island, and a very popular place with backpackers.

Praia de Naufragados. Praia, mar, rio.
Naufragados Beach

We leave home in the afternoon, and get to our destination just before the sunset, which gives us time to pitch our tent in the woods close to the beach, and take a dip in the sea!

We are all alone, in a paradisiacal place. The ocean water reflects the color of the sunset. It's a pink magical sea, with a pink magical sky. All this seems like a dream. When looking ahead, we see the infinite horizon. The city lights, far in the distance, start to light up. As we look around us, we are surrounded by mountains and woods. It's like a natural protection, like being embraced and caressed by nature. I listen to my inner voice saying “it's all my energy” and allow myself to be embraced by myself. The waves of the ocean seem so high that they sometimes hide the horizon, but when they break, they are gentle, friendly. "It's all my energy."

I look around, and there's no one. I am at a place that’s silent and isolated, and I know that all the majestic nature, the beauty, peace, and silence are inside me.

Sensuality took on a new level when I arrived at the Magic Island.

After our swim in the sea, we go back to the woods, to our tent, for something to eat. But we don’t stay in the tent too long, the stars are calling us!

We walk back to the beach, and as we get there, we can observe a storm beyond the mountain. The clouds above it light up in flashes and lightning bolts then return to complete darkness in seconds. They repeat it a lot of times. A spectacle of nature created especially to delight our eyes and spirits. For a moment, we had feared that the storm would fall right where we were, and we wouldn't be able to see the stars. But then we remembered that we wouldn't have chosen to camp exactly on the rainy night and that the clouds would rearrange themselves to serve us.

And so it was - better than expected!

The stars are stunning! Never in our lives had we seen so many of them! After all, we had rarely left our hometown, Porto Alegre.

I can't get tired of looking at the sky, fascinated, looking for constellations, imagining and feeling what's beyond what my eyes can see.

My brother goes for a walk alone in the darkness, and I stay alone in my darkness, looking at the sky. I play some music on my Smartphone. I imagine a super celestial party.

Breathing deeply, I feel the cool night breeze. Breathing deeply, I start dancing.

Stars, beach, glow
Illustrative Image

I dance with the stars and invite my Ascended Master friends to join the party. I enjoy this kind of party. I feel that there are more beings present than I can conceive with my mind, but I never care about that. I am always in my Safe Space, expanding and celebrating.

The music is by Yoham Project. Yo-ham - my voice in spirit. The voice of Metatron.

In the last two years, the musical group I've most listened to. For me, it's like a bridge between human and divine. An easy, quick, and delicious way to feel ME again. No matter how many times I've listened to their songs, each time is a new dive.

On this particular night, I feel that the 3 musicians of the group join the party I just created. It's like they're on the beach, surrounded by the stars, dancing on the sand. The music doesn't cover up the sounds of nature, everything seems to complement. I dance some more… until worries invade my mind! Thoughts that tell me I left my brother alone in the dark and kept the light; that it had been half an hour since he left me; asking "if he disappears, what would you do?"

I leave my guests behind (if you were there, I'm sorry, but I believe the party continued at the Ascended Masters Club) and go look for my brother by the sea, using my smartphone's flashlight - a pathetic scene, the dancing was much better.

As I walk, I take a deep breath and watch the thoughts that run through my mind - my mind has already reached the "mush" level after so many hard-to-understand interdimensional experiences.

I find my brother, and after a few more minutes of contemplating the beauty of that place, we go to sleep.

We wake up to the alarm at 4 a.m.

We have a little climbing ahead of us if we want to watch the sunrise, which happens a few minutes after 5 a.m

Again the clouds are covering the sky, and I say to my brother: “We'll see the sunrise. Even if the clouds cover the whole sky, the horizon will be clear for us!”

We climb the rocky mountain in the company of insects and flowers. Reaching the top, we find ourselves in a fort, built a century ago. And I do my first benching of the day sitting next to a cannon!

The birdsong seems to come from inside the mountain.

This morning, I have another multidimensional experience with my Ascended Master friends.

Sunrise, beach, brazil
Sunrise in Naufragados - Brazil

I'm benching, looking at the horizon, imagining figures in the contours of the clouds. I become aware of a rather peculiar shape, like a head and a torso. I look again and now I see three of these, and I imagine it's ASG, Koot, and Tobias…but then I notice that there are more than three of these figures, they're all over the sky!

In that moment I perceive myself beyond my tiny human body, I feel my completeness.

I look at the figures in the sky and receive the ten thousand applause again.

The sun shines inside the clouds.

I remember that there are so many Masters watching my journey.

And I even see myself beyond time-space - an Ascended Master- applauding myself for the beauty of what I'm living, for the light I'm shining, for my sincere smile, for my love for myself!

I open my arms and receive the acknowledgement!

From all of my friends, and, my own acknowledgment.

Yes, I Am Here.

Yes, the only thing I need to do is shine.

Yes, it's the end AND the beginning.

After this magnificent experience, we go down the mountain and have breakfast by the beach, admiring the ocean.

We enjoy a whole morning of solitude, silence and sea.

When people start to arrive at the beach, we realize it's time to leave.

We pack our things and head home.

In our conversations, we agreed that that place is the most magical we have visited so far, we felt that the essence of the Magic Island was concentrated between those mountains and the ocean.

The clouds had such vivid shapes that it seemed that they would come to life and walk among us. The sea sang sweetly. The sun danced on our skin.

In one of those sunbathes, an inspiration came, an insight: “Expression!”

And I'll talk about that in the next post.

Thanks for following this blog. See you soon!

With love, Liah'ah!

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