The Mountain. Our ancient ancestors. Our roots.

When my ancestors showed me this place in a vision, they became very real. Who they are, they who speak to me. They really are in my bloodline.

My grandmother grew up on the mountain in the photo, but never had I imagined the grandmothers from thousands of years being here.

It is a sacred mountain. She has been here for milions of years (prior to Ice Age). In this reality, she is being extracted from. We have drilled a tunnel. Raped her.

I have been on this mountain many times. I have walked the trails and admired the view. Next time, I will go with new eyes, new ears.

I will tap into the ancient timeline. A time when this mountain was not called by its current name.

No need to dress like the ancient ones. No need to put on a show. It all happens in the inner worlds.

It is a consciousness. Available to us and needed to bring forth the new world order of harmony and balance.

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The awareness of the ancient matriarchs and the new ancient paradigm I have thanks to my studies with Dra. Rocio, medicine woman in the Q’ero Inca lineage.

Palestine. Western brainwash.

I remember when I first started posting about Palestine. How I felt the programming and resistance in my body. How I posted and immediately posted something totally different to ”balance it”.

It was a period of threshold when it felt awkward and scary. But I knew it was important to get through that resistance and so I continued until it felt like the most natural thing.

Your voice is needed. I know you know. Or, I hope you see.

With all the chaos and destruction happening, Palestine is still to be centered. Because it is connected to our deepest programming (brainwash)

Our natural design. A gift.

I feel different from most people.

I avoid large groups and busy schedules.

I don’t like big and formal events and don’t do well with social expectations.

I need a lot of pausing and alone time.

I like deep, authentic and free.

I want to be where I can be myself fully, and I have built a life now that honors that. Honors who I am.

I am how I am for a reason.

Maybe you feel the same way.

We all have a unique design that is connected to the gifts that we carry.