Seeming stagnation, delivers straight a fluctuation of the mood as well an inadequacy in tasks which ask consistency. The ego-mind builds here frustration, soon recognised; A fresh consideration of the ‘who” that rules the scene, as well how to change the inner domain.

Uncountable numbers of tides ripen the pearl. Till then she hides within and slumbers. The waters polish her, and bring forth this tender being, who grows in silent heeding. The work is done in ease and grace, the waves all had a natural pace.

Within the search for quietness lies the seed of happiness, for being on this way to Silence brings undeniable resilience of a kind not known before, while bonding here with other shore Always surrounding and aware of each of us, no need of care or tool or skill; for here not rules the ‘law of will’ but surrender to the Heart, without a ‘knowing’ is the art in which a warm connection brings Love and Light for introspection

“Radio EARTH” could be a right description, to clarify to many about our mission, although we’re too concerned about the moon and all that’s earned - or at least is tried - in ‘outer space ‘, which gets colonised by the human race without a notion of her border for the “infinite ‘ is of an order not so easily caught by mind, which emanates regularly in ways and kinds, seemingly without a limit; leaving no room here for the Spirit of Life, which brings ALL of this first

Appearing on so many levels, all play the goodies and the devils; for none excluded or dismissed. We all know being beggar as well enriched. Forgetting this – rebirthing Life – (where most play rounds as man and wife), gives us all a broad perspective on all sides of the collective.

We are like water, we are like air, both like to gather as an inseparable pair. Without, within, they are the same; just a different skin they wear in earthly game. No tools are needed to combine or separate, for both are feeded by the eternal aggregate, which we’d call here the Divine: inherent in all elements from which the earth can mine without any impediment.

Unfolding goddesses all around, which makes a lot of men astound, for not prepared at all for such a scene, where all women appear to be a QUEEN

As an ambassador of Earth I feel a deep urge to spread her worth once again out loud -for most humankind seems obviously in these times so blind for all what She does represent and freely gives into our hands. For many, She is without an essence, though she widely spreads her presence to all of human kind - mostly wanted for all the money and power taken for granted, by those who delve into Her mines without any sense of what “undermines’ is provoked by such continuous

Contemporary Art is for the heart, what good food is for the brain; a way to rejoin, regain, and entertain what otherwise would still remain unpacked, asleep, and in a state where there is none left to relate. ..As could pass with a missed date; no one is met, or mirrored by the other, what for both sides is no bother. For still buried underground, no one will ever hear the sound, or see the Light and colour of the buried seed, for without sun or water, NO-thing will b