Transformers of the Red River

I watch the Red River in inner stillness not due to indifference but rather understanding that the projection can´t be change from outside... if humans are the projectors than the inside is the place you search for in order to transform what´s perceived.

I listen the silent scream of spirits unable to express their true potential in this place where to many tears of blood have been drowned.

Those are not my tears, I´m simply the observer of the insanity reflected in the Red River.

Countless spirits have been here too long that the sunshine´s visions and the feeling of green grass touching the skin, were just lost...

Surrounded by this scenario it comes across my mind the memory of that moment before the madness begins.

- They came with such great intentions and seeing theme selfs in clear beauty and glory, never doubted about their journeys and capacities.

Once bound in human skin and not being able to remember their magnificie lineage, they fall like tree leaves in the autumn season.

The few remaining are real the ones with strong blueprints and missions.

The showers of wonderlands and no one´s land.

They are wingmakers and peacemakers floating in harmony with the waves of cosmic energy.

by: Ricardo Amaral

Multidimensionalidade do Ser

Muitas pessoas possuem a crença de que o corpo humano contém no seu interior um espirito e durante muito tempo esta foi também a minha perspectiva.

Hoje em dia, sei que o meu Espirito contém muitos corpos que se espalham pelo continuo do espaço-tempo.

O que se segue é a descrição da experiência que modificou, de modo irreversivel, a minha perspectiva.

De um sonho profundo acordei devido a algo anómalo,

o meu corpo não se mexia apesar do meu esforço no sentido contrário.

Uma estranha energia me bombardeava,

num pulsar que se concentrava na zona da glândula pineal.

Era uma energia muito forte que rápidamente se tornara insuportável

e num misto de receio e fascínio pelo desconhecido

finalmente me deixei levar... fosse para o bem ou para o mal.

Para minha surpresa o momento seguinte foi, provavelmente, das coisas mais bizarras ou surreais que me sucederam porque literalmente sai do meu corpo

como se se deslocasse um duplicado de diferente vibração molécular...

O que de início acreditei ser o meu espirito,

posteriormente se tornaria claro que não era mais do que outro corpo que compõe a totalidade do meu Ser,

e por fim compreendi a multidimensionalidade da minha existência.

Ricardo Amaral

Blue Bird

I had long forgotten the different tastes of seasons when a magic bird landed on my shoulder.

I call him Blue Bird.

His magic energy have wake me up from a state of amnesia and I re-membered in a ocean of broken statues previous situations where he landed on my hand.

I enjoyed so much his presence and energy that I put him in a cage, so he could not escape from me... it was a mistake.

Mysterious beings like Blue Bird exists in states of freedom and in cages of disharmony they quickly die.

After the glimpses of errors I made the following statement - "welcome back my friend, I want you to know it´s a pleasure to have your company once more. Feel free to stay as long as you desire and if you ever decide to leave, well I will miss you but this time you will find no walls nor prisions".

Blue Bird looked deep into my eyes and spoke in my heart these profound words - "when Love is around all fear disappears but when you are afraid all love disappears. I can not exist in fear, therefore my presence or lack of it will depend only on your ability to remain in harmony".

by: Ricardo Amaral