Once upon a time a beautiful goddess enchanted mermaid, was walking, (better said modeling, because every step she took was displaying beauty and sensuality to the world) by a path that they said was the path to reach the holy grail, in the new Tibet, La Sierra Nevada de Santa Marta.
Suddenly, very suddenly, very very suddenly a dog barked.
Worf
And here are the words directly from her consciousness:
The dog is barking at me
I need to protect myself
Is an incarnated devil
Grab a rock, now
Throw it if needed
Suddenly, very suddenly, very very suddenly children laughed
Ha ha ha
And here are the words directly from her consciousness:
Fairies appeared to save my life
Angels of God
Thank you
And What happened next? You might asked.
She opened her hand slowly, gently releasing the rock near the roots of a wise mango tree as she went back to her sensual, very sensual, very very sensual chewing of coca leaves, synchronizing her heart with her thoughts. Mangos harvesting, 3/6/9, kundalini 1111, evolution, sovereignty, faith, the sweet taste of hayo.
As a slow breeze kissed her soul, Madre Coca whispered in her ears:
Always walk the the path of most beauty
Here is the thhhhing:
The shadows of the devil passed by, as she learned to love him, taming him with the power of her mind and her heart creating a clog of invisibility to spirituaenergetically protect her. She embodied the joyful spirit of the Farie, that gave her super powers to dance with the wolves and fly like a flock of birds at sunset towards the dancing ocean.
And What happened next? You might asked.
She saw him again. Yeah, like karma man!
The devil was there at the corner of the store, where she have stopped to get some Colombian coffee (which is soo good) and sacred waters from local cows (creamy is soo soo good). The devil was there at the corner of the store where he was lying, waiting for the moon to appear to wolf around with his pack.
Goddess was modeling, they said, in a sensual colorfully shirt dress, made from a soft shawl, folded in a half-moon pattern, adorning her hips. She like a peacock was dancing gracefully escaping the time of the times.
The devil was there at the corner store …
Goddess was modeling …
The devil was there at the ….
Goddess was …
The D.
God
…
As a slow breeze kissed her soul, Madre Coca whispered in her ears:
The Matrix is amazingly and joyfully superly smart. At the end of the path, the shadows of the devil passed by, as she learned to love him, taming him with the power of her mind and her heart creating a clog of invisibility to spirituaenergetically protect her. She embodied the joyful spirit of the Ferie, that gave her super powers to dance with the wolves and fly like a flock of birds at sunset towards the dancing ocean.
Gracias Madre Coca
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