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That call does come: Mom died this morning.
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Out and about, planetary, galactic, blasting your past and your future into the pieces of the present moment, that hot, sweet, exciting, so so pure and loud present moment, without time, with all the time in the world, all the time before to stop one day and visit your parents, or your sister, your mom, your grand parents, your dad, to reunite, to share the light you became, the transformed son or daughter that stepped out of the cocoon. Share the places you have been, the food you ate, the mantras you received, the medicine you became, all the new real friends you made, the real friend you became. The dietas you accomplished, the ayahuasca that healed you, the postures that became your attitude, the sunlight you absorbed. The breath and prana. The ego you trancended. The new found love you want to give back. You have all the time to go back one day and come to the home-house where you were born. You wish they see you, all of you. All that you understood you want them to see in one radiating glance.

You know you have to go before someone passes away, to be that family, that new family you dream about, the lost son or daughter that made it back, open arms. You know you have to make it before that call, that call that says your mom, your dad is dying or dead. But the present moment holds you, adores you, devours you, it just feeds you with all you are with all you need. You want more so you can give more.

And then a call comes. Mom is dying. And all stops. Suspended in air. Zero gravity. You rush back. Leave all, drop all. Pack something. Book something. You’ll make it for sure. All is aligned. You time-traveled so much, this one is peanuts. You rush through customs, you flip through transit. Eyes wide open, no sleep. Focus. You’ll make it. Mom will wait. You feel it.

Then along the way THAT call comes: “Mom died this morning. So so sorry you did not make it in time…”

I saw my mothers lifeless body just before they came and took her away and left us changed forever. Changed once again within the great Glory of Consciousness itself. Change. Evolve. Love.
All the same.

Sweet Sweet Mother of mine, Daughter of God, Angel of Life, Messenger of Love, Goddess from the Stars, Death shall never part Us, for we are truly One heart and soul I love you as you loved me: Fully. Unconditional. Fierce.
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My mother passed on may 6, of a treated ovarian cancer that got spiked and spread to the liver because of the vaccine, yup that vaccine, that mysterious vaccine that popped out of nowhere. She went to the hospital to treat the side effects of the covid vaccine. The side effects. I say it again: the side effects!

She died of cancer, of the vaccine’s side effects and yet she still got covid in hospital and that also killed her.

My father and sister took her out of the hospital so she could pass in Peace in our house.

I arrived a few hours later…

Do not get vaccinated!
Do not get anyone vaccinated!

I highly suggest to go to your home-house and visit your loved ones before that call comes, when you feel it comes or might come, listen to that voice and go and spend time, hug real long and hard, say how much you love eachother before you take off for good. Because that call does come.

For Real.
❤️