Self-Forgiveness And Redemption

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Most of you know the iconic Redemption Song by Bob Marley – if you don’t check it out, it’s a good one. In the refrain, he says: “Won’t you help to sing these songs of Freedom? Cause all I ever have, Redemption songs […]” Probably Bob alludes to a process of gaining freedom through redemption and, reading through the rest of the lyrics, his parallel goal is emancipation in a political light.

Let’s take it on an individual, inner level since the “outer” level is nothing but its reflection. Now, redemption requires action: do something to be forgiven for your past actions. That’s exactly where it gets tricky. When you redeem yourself through some sort of action you carry with you the heavy baggage of guilt. It’s still a third-dimensional behavior. It works. It takes you from point A to point B. However, let’s focus on the ultimate goal of redemption, what is it? Nothing but Self-forgiveness.

What I suggest is to operate the other way round. To sing these songs of Freedom in the present moment. Let go of the burden of guilt now. Forgive yourself here and now. How do we do that? By observing the emotion of guilt without any mental commentary anytime you feel it. Non-judgmental observation is required.  In this way, your actions become automatically more love-based and therefore high-vibrational.

“Others” will start to forgive you after you’ve forgiven yourself. From the outside the two processes look almost the same: Jimmy Jumbo does something he labels as bad; he recognizes that; so he does something opposite and redemption happens. Nonetheless, on the inside, the perspective is shifted, the amount of effort required is reduced. This time it’s all about Freedom. We’re not talking about the heavy and solid 3D – or 3rd density. We’re talking about the light and flexible 4D. The realm of vibration beyond linear time, the realm of the Now.

 

Herons

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A Prayer to The Forest

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It smells like home,

The dead and the living.

It looks like home,

The bark lines you’re reading.

It feels like home,

The chill under your bare feet.

It sounds like home,

Since you groove to the birds’ beat.

It tastes like home,

 Like the raspberry refreshing your soul.

Come on, nature’s giving you all!

For the Forest temple is our Home.

Herons

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Dancing Madman

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Picture: Greek Dancer by Jean Groberg

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Dancing madman on the street,

As free as the wind on his bare chest.

Dancing madman on the street,

Living in the moment,

Happier than the shop-owners

Peering out of the window at the ordinary miracle;

Happier than the police,

Came to extinguish his smile,

Laughter of the eternal child.

Dancing madman on the street,

His house’s a backpack,

His home, the whole world.

He has no riches nor gold

But he’s richer than most,

He’s richer than we’re told.

Dancing madman on the street,

You bestow me a tune

From the beginning of the century,

From the beginning of time,

Or is it from the end?

How?

I don’t mind, for both of them

Are Now.

 

Herons

Retrospezione

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Picture by Herons

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This artifact comes from my University years, a period of tragicomic love stories and crazy nights in the magical city of Bologna, Italy. I express my deepest gratitude to all the people and circumstances that I’ve encountered during that magical phase of my journey.

It’s currently on sale on Venderequadri.it:

Herons – Retrospezione

We Share The Essence

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Picture by Mark Webster

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Yellow rose

In her shifting pose,

Lulled by the wind,

I take that hint.

Into me, into you,

The cherry tree is bearing fruit.

If reality’s a mirror,

I see stillness.

In my aching limbs,

Beyond my pride,

I surrender to the Flow,

For I am the Flow,

And I share the essence of the yellow rose.

 

Herons

We Are Among You: Episode 4

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Picture: Starbound Hylotl by Aleltg

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A seagull lands in the middle of the empty sidewalk. It scampers, carefree, around the corner of a 19th-century red-brick building. The air gets sparkling and a man with a brow top hat comes out of the same corner. Juma is eating her pies on a bench in Nicholson Square throwing bits and scrambles to the crowd of crows, pigeons an gulls. She perceives the vibrational shift happened in front of her. The man is staring at her with a grin on his face. He’s tall, probably in his sixties; he has a beard stubble, grey sideburns and a pair of blue eyes on his skinny long face. He’s wearing an old dark green leather jacket and other rags. Juma connects with the guy on a fourth-dimensional plane. He’s suddenly sitting beside her: “Glad you’re here, Juma.” She instantly recognizes the frequency of his voice, as if coming from lightyears away. “Gabor.” She gasps.

“Gabor, you picked up my Atlantean name. My other famous name is Gabriel – it’s been a hell of a night with my Mary, haha!  What humans don’t know is that on a higher plane it felt like a whole lifetime. Then she naturally gained access to the 4th and 5th dimension, appearing to people in different forms for fun – that adorable silly woman. Enough tripping on memory lane. Watch this.” He snaps his fingers and, in the blink of an eye, she sees the man in all his other forms. “Now, you know more about me than anyone else currently alive on earth, haha!”

“Wow…”

“Be present to your amazement. It’s precious.” He stays silent for a couple of minutes. “I’ve been on this planet for thousands of years and, still, I’d choose to be here. The flow of things is just poetic… But I feel it coming, my friend. I’ve chosen to transcend the fourth dimension as well. The ascension is happening. The one consciousness is becoming aware of itself faster than ever.”

“Yes, that’s why we’re here.” She thinks of Kimi and he catches her thought-form like a jumping salmon. “So, you’re here with Kimi. You’ve always been a good team, he?”

“Of course. He’s chosen to wait on a train to come here,” she chuckles.

“Such a devil, he wants to experience waiting… and in turn, you’re waiting for him I reckon,” he grins. “I don’t blame him, it’s sort of funny to wait. Very 3D though. What humans don’t know is that waiting is a choice – like most things.”

“Gosh, you’re right, I’m becoming intrigued by this 3D games.”

“It’s natural… Experiencing new stuff is a huge part of the Earth Experience. Think of food!”

He laughs out loud while she tusks her haggis pie.

Kimi hugs and kisses his train buddies goodbye. He’s out of Waverly. He smells the fragrance of the new environment and spots Juma’s energy. Kimi walks naturally in presence, witnessing the light unfolding on the ledges, in the pools, on the dancing hair of the people. The song of the seagulls greets him. A crow calls him from above and, for a second, the bird morphs into a man winking at him from the same roof-perch. He walks in Princes Street Gardens towards the colorful fountain, under the stately presence of the castle. He’s suddenly attracted by a circle of birch trees with a tombstone in the middle. Kimi feels dizzy, he has to lean on the papery bark of a tree, then… Nothing.

The sound of computers and complex machinery welcomes him in a blue-green room with bright, glossy metal walls. His eyes barely stay open.

“Get up, Kimi.” The voice and language are familiar. He tries but it’s too painful: he looks down at his blueish belly and sees an open wound bleeding green and thick. “You can do it, Kimi. Get up.”

“Master…”

The Master has long fleshy hair, three red eyes, no nose, and grey skin. He’s wearing a skirt with a sword tied to the belt. He’s standing, watching outside the window. Kimi painfully reaches the window: outside, a huge star is shining in the middle of its colorful planetary system. In the same system, the Master points at a dying planet. It’s dark,  dismal, with red glowing streaks.

“You’re still under the veil of forgetfulness they play with on Earth. You won’t be able to remember much…”

“But, I know you, Master…”

“Haha! That’s a glitch. Don’t mind. You’re here with me to see what’s happened to that lower vibrational planet. You’re in a 4th-dimensional state now. You can connect to other parallel lives of yours with some remnants of duality. Of sensory perception. It’s fun, actually.”

“What happened there?” Kimi points his long-nailed blue finger to the planet.

“You tell me.”

“Is it dead?”

“Or…”

“It’s being born. It really makes no difference…” gasps Kimi.

The Master smiles: “And so your life will finish in this existence of yours. But don’t worry, we’ll meet again. We always do.” He unsheathes the sword and makes it rotate in the air. Kimi is afraid for a second, then, he enters a state of inevitable peace. In one single cleavage, the Master beheads his interstellar companion and Kimi’s sight rolls all over the spaceship control deck, then… Nothing.

 

Herons

 

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Water

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Picture: Glass Of Water by Evelina Dillon

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Pour a glass of water,

Witness the miracle of

Life hydrating all deserts.

Breathing bodies

Sliding boats

Dancing fish

Blissful rain…

Remember, toast with the trees on a rainy day.

Pour a glass of water,

Witness the fluidity of water

On your lips,

In your mouth,

Down your throat,

In your belly.

Pour a glass of water,

For a friend,

For an enemy,

For the people,

For yourself,

It doesn’t really matter…

Pour a glass of water,

As words fall away in the one river.

 

Herons