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Ploaia sufletelor
Afara ploua , strazile lugi si inundate de apa furioasa incep sa arate ca o capcana de unde cu greu poti sa iesi. De jur imprejur miroase a trecut, acel miros apasator ce aduce cu el un val de emotii ce parca sugruma prezentul. Simteam rani deschise pe tot corpul si sangele ce curgea din…
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The dragon of comparison
The illusions were shattered. While listening to a prodcast about different techniques of influencers to look more beautiful than they really are. I realized that we live in the Ego Age. Like a false self, alter ego these instagram accounts define a non-existent reality. None of these gorgeous women online exist in everyday reality; Families…
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The womb
The womb is the space in which the alchemist is born on himself; A sacred space where spiritual gold begins to take shape in the whirlwind of stellar energy. The miracle of creation touches the woman’s womb creative power. In this space we heal and self-heal, we are reborn and alchemize parts of us again…
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Dowry
I was thinking these days about traditions and customs, about the mystery that surrounds them. The image of the dowry appeared in my mind, that chest that the girl brings with her after marriage. Material things may differ from one century to another; The classic duvet, bed linen and other elements for women. But how…
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The Trees of Relationships
I dressed in my gardener’s clothes and stepped into the orchard of my soul. Walking through the orchard I began to carefully notice the different fruit trees that are there. Some tall and robust, others small . One thing I noticed, they were all full of fruit. I sat in the shade of a tree…
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The Wheel of the Past
In a moment of introspection, I began to look at the puzzle pieces in my soul. They were beginning to show me a clear picture of why some relational experiences were cyclical. I have had many times the experience of growing friendships. Those interpersonal relationships in which two people seem to have a lot in…
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One million Dragon
Tonight I healed an old and deep wound in me. Fear of saying what I feel . This fear brought me the heavy bag of gossip. In every confrontation I had, I either exploded like a bomb of aggression or I kept silent Only after that person was’t around me I talked about what actions…
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Pantecul
Pantecul este spatiul in care alchimistul se naste pe sine ; Un spatiu sacru in care aurul spiritual incepe sa capete forma in vartejul de energie stelara. Minunea creatiei atinge in pantecul femeii puterea creatoare. In acest spatiu ne vindecam si ne autovindecam , renastem si alchimizam iar si iar parti din noi.
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A painted paper, Wisdom
On the long corridor to the left of my soul, a violet light begins to light up. I walk with pressure as if trying to shake the memories inside me. I arrived in front of the violet light and notice how the door to my subconscious opens. I try to wake up from the dream…
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Dad; Painted Art
I woke up from the nightmare in which I was falling, falling and falling into an abyss of despair; I screamed as loud as I could at Father and told him: – Father, help me! I was taken as if in a tornado by life and carried into different events, relationships, losses and successes. When…
Venus 