Endless walking, traveling on foot no longer being motivated by Spirit. π£Β Questions arising out of fear… Will I be able to feed myself today? Will I have enough strength to walk up these mountains? Am I protected? π« πΒ Fear of the unknown begins to dissipate as I inhale the scents emanating from the aina. π² Pine trees firmly rooted in soil… I am called to rest my head upon the roots of these divine beings & be reminded of my strength… tapping into my heart, surrendering to my breath, moments that require pure stillness to be able to quiet my mind. π± Planting my toes into the warm earth, feeling the gravitational pull as pachamama transforms my perception of pain into a playful reminder. π π«Β I begin to morph into a pinecone… I am beginning to blossom & I feel each of my petals unfold gently… growing rapidly, I fully metamorphose into my spirit animal, the octopus, & begin to groove to the rhythm of Mother Earthβs breath. πΒ I embody her movements. Thunderstorms approaching to wash away the thoughts & keep me energized. β‘οΈ βΒ I dance as pinecones fall into my tentacles. I laugh & feel the Love being shared. π π πΒ Everything is alive… Vibrations pulsating. Heartbeats, drumbeats. πΒ Billions of dragonflies & fireflies surround me as they lift me up above the clouds… we dance together, twirling into the cosmos. β¨ π«Β Suddenly, engulfed into a black hole, spewed out into a new Reality. Self-love. Utopia. A world without perception, only light. No words, no thoughts, only Truth. Everything that I am. πͺ π₯ π π β¨