This morning I opened one of my 2020 notebooks/diaries. I just felt the intuition to do so. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and opened to a random page. Curiously (or obviously!) what was written on the open page was exactly what I needed to read.
Still following my intuition, I flipped the notebook backward (screw linearity) and found even more beauty and clarity: a poem written on a spur of passion.
The date of this poem is July 4, 2020.
It was written at night, I remember that night with delicious nostalgia, and I even want to travel back in time and feel again like that girl in wonder looking at the moon... I am no longer that. I die along the way, new Selves are born, consciousness expands, and I can no longer live in the limited world I lived in before. That's why it's fun to visit it and kiss the chubby cheeks of that human so hungry for more light, for more conscience, for more and more truth, more freedom, for flying free through the sky! And in that sweet little kiss, I whisper: “everything's okay, you're doing everything right. I Am Here."
The night in question was a cold winter night, I was probably wrapped in a blanket so that a hood formed over my head, and I felt like I was wearing my Merlin cape.
I was with Master Lucyah in the backyard of our house, receiving the radiance of the moon, and creating an Absolutely Magical Space of Pure Joy and Expansion. Turns out we had just participated in Shoud 11 of the Passion series, and the Merabh "Waking from the Dream" had instant effects.
I remember with great affection that the Shouds of the year 2020 largely coincided with the full-moon phase, so for a few months after watching the Shoud together, we stayed in the silence and sensuality of the illuminated nights, allowing the energies to move and embodying the beauty of the message we received. Sometimes we even discussed our favorite points and illuminated wonderful potentials, but there is something more to the night I am sharing today.
That night we allowed other dimensions to come to us.
The backyard was another place. The structures - the matrix - seemed ridiculous.
Any illusion was a reason for laughter: this night is a laugh full of wisdom.
We played like kids! We communicated in silence, with smiles, sighs, or loose phrases, wondering if the other was also feeling that magic.
At some point, I felt like I needed to write in my notebook. I left the backyard for the living room, took my black pen in hand, and began to channel my own wisdom. I wrote some pages of pure inspiration. The irony is that I have read these pages many times after that, but only today have I been able to perceive the essential beauty in the words and energies expressed there.
I share below a little of what I wrote that night: a poem that received its name today.
It's called "Enlightened".
The original poem is in Portuguese. I've had to change a few things for the English version, but the essence remained.
Enlightened (iluminada)
I Am Multiple
I Am Infinite
Creator
Creative
Create and activate
Designer. Painter. Dancer. Singer.
Music. Poem. I am artist and art.
I Am infinite in all directions.
All of my existences
Receive a touch of love
A light that rises
A Master on the bench
My light
Natural glow
I Am Real
Love
I Am
Expansion and flow
Clarity and Shadow
No more in duality but now as a whole
The Oneness of all lives
The shattering of all lies
My wounded heart now flies
Duality is illusion
Feeling the Oneness
I end the confusion
No more inner fight
I Am One with my Light
Little human contemplates
with her crystal eyes
the stories that are telling the stars in the skies
All that I Am
It is such a sight!
The whole universe in the backyard’s nights
The dance of potentials swirls so bright
Without conflict - internal
I Am One with the Eternal
I Am
I Was
I Will Ever Be
Enlightened
Like the moon….
Enlightened
And beyond….
Enlightened
I just realized my light….
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.
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.
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.
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!
Liah'ah