Travel journal
The first two bodies are located in that regard; it is up to you to find your plan in that regard.
Close-up, the physical body
A =
In every encounter, understand the weaving of intimate experience.
Pride, fantasies, beliefs, and ideals are all mental veils that cloak, distort, conceal, and warp the essence of the story. Sometimes it is an overly oppressive need, a long-frustrated past lack, that arranges it to one's advantage.
B=
The core of the matter is a sensation: pleasant, unpleasant, absent, vague, formless, sharp, precise, complex, composite, transient, changing. An image, an affective color, a surge, an inner silence, an impression, grasped by intuition, analogical perception, sensitivity. No sentence or analysis, no elaborated idea, no concept; something raw, a sensitive material, a matter of heart and gut, which intelligence can transform into action, into a stance, into a decision, which it can translate into linguistic expression, but which is above all something felt, something forefelt. More of the soul than of the mind – in the most scientific sense of these terms.
C =
A sensation that must be identified, recognized, and accepted by anyone who desires to live in congruence with their most authentic self, for whom authenticity rhymes with the harmony of the senses and of the intellect. This path is paved with demands that require courage, resignation, and the keenest of lucidities, but it leads to a more human consciousness, or one less prone to inhumanity, and a broader one. And the other path is paved with false relationships, false joys, half-truths, and frustrations—all daughters of a lack of self-knowledge.
Etheric plane or plane 2
A = Each day, renewed as we covered the distances, we tamed it effortlessly, for it so perfectly matched our deepest nature. Suddenly, we were friends, confidants, accomplices. A friend capable of filling us with wonder at every bend, behind every hill, at the edge of a long forest—always, that breath of surprise and joy that united our gazes and our cries, rendering boredom and monotony powerless. And each day, each hour, we heard our voices, felt our presences, close. In these luminous wanderings, a clay flowed through our united hearts, a clay whose fossil would remain forever alive, pulsing.
B= Time for the mind to breathe. A heading toward the horizon to set the course. The rhythm has the taste of momentum: it neither forces nor holds it back. The pitfalls of this path, we have traversed a thousand times; we know their tricks. Counter-currents, unfavorable winds, a rolling keel—these signs will no longer have any grip on us, for we are armed with a formidable ally: experience. The way is open; all that is required is to remain vigilant.
The happy chance of still being here, on this Earth, and of having lost none of the means that seem owed to us but can slip away from one moment to the next—health, an arm, life. Everything is in place to fulfill that old dream that reality has not yet killed. So, in terms of feelings, let us take up the story from the beginning and stretch its wings, to see what they yield in the open air.
Take your time and choose the plan and causality that resonate with you the most.
In Plan 3, I will provide you with the key according to your choices and the meeting that seems to be taking place within you.
Thank you for reading calmly, without fear or any pollution related to falls within you or impossibilities in thought... take your time, it is a game like the game of life, and it is so good to settle into it one day in complete serenity.
Lollipop
