POISONS

A tea?

Today is the so-called “Easter moon.”

Nothing makes sense when we do not remember how to calibrate our sensus.

The search is done with respect.

The seed does not know the tree it will be…

Today I leave a practice here.

POISON

Venenum. Originally this word meant “love potion,” the root is wen - enumen.

WEN: to love. It is pronounced “Ven” and is the same root as Venus, venereal, venerate and vein.

E – It is a primordial vowel, creator of the great universal spiral, reality and DNA. It is Atlantean. It was pronounced “ae.”

NUMEN: Divine force, vital presence.

Poison is the medicinal dose.

That is why we still keep records of the ancients who venerated the “numen of the rivers,” the blood of the veins of the Earth.

Natural water is the integrating substance par excellence, the one that carries the nutrients of the world to where its poison IS the medicine.

I am going to tell you a story you know, but that you had not heard like this…

The temple that protects the ship when the arch floods…

When inside the temple of your head, the one that protects the great window through which the queen mother looks, your pineal… the bells “aem” resound, the queen prepares to deposit her eggs. The egg is the primordial seed that upon opening becomes a lotus releasing its spiral.

The nectar that was collected from the flower, carried from mouth to mouth and that made your wings stir now seals the alveoli of the great hive with a fine layer of wax in each cell of the honeycomb… Fertilized eggs will become workers or queen, unfertilized ones into drones.

When the honey crystallizes, the windows close, the alchemical nutrients cease and the flame that springs from the wick of your royal wax… goes out. The altar from where the loving mother protects darkens and the threshold through which she looks at her kingdom fogs up.

Thus the rivers become blood and the seed becomes stone… or diamond.

The articulations of sacred words stiffen with preconceptions and in the pain of the senses, like the fingers, they inflame. Time slips through our five fingers that remind us of each sense we possess to recalibrate the great cosmic clock and the sensus.

Stop. This is not a fast reading to see where I get. Look at what appears within you.

The holy water that does not flow through the windows of the temple drowns the bells.

Each tear shed near the seed was an internal suction of my own great nectar of life to return to the egg its potential to make the honey flourish for its kingdom…

Each tear that does not seal the lips of the temple before pronouncing a sacred truth is a stone thrown.

The same stone that, alchemized, ignites each potential, each attribute, each direction of space, each ray of the infinity of time, each elemental force, each attribute, each constellation, each archangel, each apostle, each color of the rainbow…

The rainbow is a spiral bridge back to the origin. It is not an arch, it is like a ring. Does it sound familiar? The rainbow is the great ray entering through the temple to illuminate again the altar of the shadow of Mary, that altar is the amygdala.

The true meaning of Mary is “beloved.” Mary is the phonetic representation of “the mother of the world.” She is the QUEEN BEE.

The ancients knew this. I am not speaking of Christianity, nor of religion.

It is not error. It is not sin.

It is poison seeking to alchemize your stone. It is the stone seeking to be polished. It is the temple pushing its doors to release from its cell the messenger dove, the voice. The fertile truth. The hagios spirit. The drones of your hive, to whom the crown opens like a flower.

TWO POISONS

The milk that the bull seeks in the udder of a cow is the attempt to remember what lies at the origin of its DNA. The memory of something it called: Milky Way.

The first hominids with stellar mixture looked at the stars and said that from there sprang the abundance of God (sun). That is why the constellation of abundance on Earth was called Taurus. The bull that with its horns furrowed the earth to sow the new seeds.

Food is the search for physical love. Within it, milk is the search for the primary memory. Honey the search for the hive.

Within food there are two primordial poisons in the world that have not been sealed, that is, that have not made a pact with each other: sugar and salt.

Salt became crystallized salary… –it comes from “sallare” = “to seal”… the cell, not with wax… but with stone, wick and fire.

And sugar became falsified nectar:

It is through sugar that the thought of the world is being controlled.

I suggest reading again. Or trying with another type of consciousness this time.

FALSEHOOD

False means: lack. It comes from fallere (deception) and is the root of failure, fallacy, phallus…

The phallus is the wick of your wax. It is the thread-center that interlaces your spiral. The one that ignites the ray that defogs the window of the temple.

It is not science, nor psychology.

It is not sin. It is not error.

Some believe that the lack of that symbolism was the radical exclusion of the “Name of the father.” Others that it is the lack of the signifier of the structure of language…

But the poison (which is not a dosed potion) IS in the language.

The avrakhedabra was imprisoned… and from its fear they turned the Name of the Mother into fire, seeking by force the honeys of their own cells.

Then they called the honey of god, poison. And poison, sin.

MEANING

FORM is the fruit of the first universal trinity:

Vibration–energy–matter = Sound–light–form.

MEANING is the nectar of the second universal trinity.

Love–Wisdom–Will.

LANGUAGE is the hive that organizes harmonic geometry for the altar of light.

Remember: Poison = love potion, medicinal dose. The root is wen - enumen.

It is through sugar that the thought of the world is being controlled.

Where is your true nectar?

FULL MOON

The archetype of the queen mother is that of the full moon. Where your beloved pineal carries the honeys of the holy grail to your philosopher’s stone, wisdom to the land that corresponds to it, will to your greatest technology, your body. This is the moment when the only satellite that protects the Earth is fully illuminated by the closest star of our solar system, the sun. Because of that magnetism, it stirs the waters according to their quality and cadence.

DIALOGUE

How is the lunation? This waxing moon? Not the month, not the week, the moon… how is it?

Today is day 222 of my solar return journal where I write this before publishing it.

The primordial task of the entire path is to order time–space. First learning to align ourselves with the natural clock, the great universal clock, the real one.

SOLAR cycles are those of the year of the Earth, divided into two equinoxes and two solstices, and LUNAR cycles are those of the months, divided into new moon, waxing, full and waning.

I try to share something each cycle, an article, video, posts, as I build within this “Monday to Friday” that for so many years I had not had to adapt to. This month has been full of AI and I increasingly see more clearly how satellite interference networks and language distort our sensus. I am finishing a Threshold so that anyone can access this alignment from their project and leadership.

Today I leave a practice here.

PRACTICE

With silence and internal observation move the joints of your fingers and your wrists and place the tip of your tongue in the middle of the palate pronouncing “ae” opening and closing the lips at least 9 times.

Mind – focus.

Hold internally an intention: “I am lighting the light of my hive”

Emotion – cleansing.

Light a candle in front of you and observe the flame in silence for at least three full breaths.

Let the fire take away all emotion linked to devaluation, rigidity or fixation in a single form and the drowning or heaviness from blockage.

Action – integration in the body.

Pour a glass of water, hold it between your hands and pronounce:

“I am the liberated temple”

Repeat it 3 times, with awareness.

Drink the water slowly, integrating the liberation of the cells of your hive.

Alchemical toroidal seal.

I am the new state of consciousness.

Avra kehdabra – “I create as I speak.”

NOTE

For the simplistic mind the path is destruction of the ego or sense of superiority… for alchemy it is the recalibration of time in each space.

With love,
Karla.