Homage to All

Memento Semper Videre Et Semper Testimonium Dare

Remember to always see, and to always bear witness.

I began this body of work as an homage to my mother and father.
It feels only right that I close it with the widest law I know.

This page is the face-front.
The anchor.
The living seal.

Only this post before it moves. This one stays.

Consider it my own quiet Truman Show—written not for the world, but for my future child, as inspiration to the world, should she ever choose to continue this journey. Not as obligation. As option. As inheritance without chains.

This page is, and will forever be, a written live stream. It will evolve as circumstances evolve. At any moment, you may move horizontally through the posts, or descend vertically into this open-air movie of its own and let it guide you through the architecture of thought I deemed worthy of carving into the net—so it cannot be erased without consequence. Not in 3D. And certainly not beyond it.

This so that only intentfull eyes, will meet growth through my growth into different levels of parenthood, for the rest, posting would’ve terminated here.

The Greatest Law I Know

Whoever we meet, we must first pass through the way they were loved by their parents.

Not symbolically.
Not intellectually.
Experientially.

Until we understand the emotional, mental, financial, and spiritual conditions that formed someone, we are not meeting them—we are meeting their inheritance.

Parents are not only gatekeepers to marriage. They are gatekeepers to intimacy of every kind:
employee and employer,
partners and collaborators,
friends, family, co-conspirators in growth.

The initiation into any true relationship is moving through a representation of how love was received. Only then do the parents dissolve from the foreground and the person steps forward whole.

The stronger the bond meant to exist, the more volatile the parental terrain often is.

My own mother could not be physically present toward the end—not because she lacked love, but because she believed she owned my life itself. That what she brought into the world, she could also remove from it. I mean that literally.

Her presence was too dense for what I was meant to build.

So consciousness—quietly, impersonally—rearranged reality. Her essence stayed, but her physical authority stepped aside. In doing so, the distorted reflections others had built of me under her shadow began to erode. One by one.

Now I see myself without her physical presence.
And still, I honor the schooling she gave me.

On Ghosts and Lukewarm Lives

If you ever wish to be a ghost, then be one fully.
Do not half-live.
Do not avoid responsibility while still touching creation.

You do not bring life into dead places. You must be alive to do so, and anything before that is illusive, distructive to the individual consciousness’ and quite frankly insulting to their highest self. As if you’re not willing to share about me, it isn’t because you don’t trust their discernment, it’s because you don’t trust they’ll still like you after reading how you engaged with me. It is still, just about you. Hindering on otehr’s growth for your own sense of protection.

We share each other all day, look at any content out there.. yet we don’t share what could hurt the perception we’ve created of us in others. The real impersonification of our own self. The constructed and fragile us, we hold on so hard to not be broken in the eyes of others. If it’s true, it shouldn’t break, and if it is purposeful it will be unshacken. If it is hoaxed, it will certainly break. Still all an inevitability when you step into my field, as I differently from most, don’t hold truth. That is cancerous.

Life is not lukewarm. It is cold and hot. And expression is how we keep it moving.

Where others choose silence in the face of the obvious, choose speech. Every piece of proof that supports who you are only increases the weight of choosing not to see it. The real Karma.

Hiding gives you nothing to fall back on.

That is why I tracked, stored, listed, wrote, printed. Your past is not something to outrun. It is your foundation. Your present is where you leverage it. And your future is where you revere it.

You do not become evidence by accident. You become it by consistency.

Echoes, Spirits, and Integrity

The strangest part of the in-between years ( extract from the letter to the future ) was this: everyone around me began echoing my mother and father’s behaviors. Different faces. Same patterns. It was uncanny. Almost comedic.

Spirits move through people.

Which is why reputation is never your real problem.
Integrity is.

This reminds me of something I once joked, half-serious:

“Bear with me. I’m just refilling my masculine force and coming back online to God Mode. It’s taking a second, passing through you all.”

I speak to you this way, my child, because I once separated pedestals from crosses, and gave them at different times. I gave one without the other. It backfired.

So now, you get both—at once—until you’re grounded enough to hold either without forgetting the other exists.

On Love That Holds Contradictions

We must learn to teach while seeing constants.

Not everyone was blessed with unconditional love.
Not everyone learned to recognize love outside of fury.

My mother once made me squat, arms entwined, holding my ears, for four hours over €20 she believed I stole. I wasn’t allowed to stop—not even for the bathroom. I couldn’t walk straight for days.

We said I fell.
Newsflash: I didn’t.

Two years later, I found the money, exactly where I said I lost it. Lottoland I’m coming, the pattern is still the same and this Christmas Lotto, El Niño, New Years Lotto and El Gordo de Verano, are all coming through. Patterns are real and Consciousness applies them instantly the moment we realise, otherwise they just follow their auto-pilot cycle. We get to strike the chords of the universe. That’s where life starts.

And yet—
She also sat with me, calming my tears, cuddling me, carefully holding my hand until I calmed after watching Titanic.
After Michael Jackson’s funeral.
After countless nights. Minus when our nan died, but that’s cause she thought I had ran out. I was sleepwalking. Guess where I see this pattern too?!

She demanded strength. Responsibility. Attention.
And still allowed tenderness.

Any narrower spectrum and the tenderness might not have existed.
I will take the full range over anything less.

What I Promise Forward

If I can hold balance.
If I can speak truth—even when it hurts—without betraying its meaning.
If I can be present for sweetness without abandoning clarity—

Then I will have succeeded at being a great mother.

I do not need to worry where my spectrum begins.
Our foundation is higher than where she was.
Not dependent on earthly stability. Where her root was the Root Chakra, mine was always meant to be the 9th Helix EartStar through my Throat Chakra. She didn’t have active Solaris, Galactic & Universal helix’s active, as I was always meant to activate them in our lineage. So the throat felt the pressure of the whole, without groundedness in what I behold. I gave myself the task to be all of that for you my child. Rise above it all. You got it all in you.

All we must do is this: Sperm-it!

Show Stability to Earth signs
Show Passion to Fire signs
Show Emotion to Water signs
Show Rationality to Air signs
Show Motherhood of All to Consciousness.

Master all four, and you master yourself. I think that makes it SPERM.

You may look ambiguous on the way.
That is fine.

Keep going.

You are a Divergent.

And remember—always:

Memento Semper Videre Et Semper Testimonium Dare.

Money only suffices until you find purpose.

When purpose is met, money loses its power until it becomes the only reason to carry on your purpose.

Remember: Money is Sperm

Stability / Consistency of Self

Passion / Intention for all, in One for self

Energy in constant motion / Emotions, with intention, intellect and nurturing of them all.

Rationality / Intellect, using your logic and intuition at all times, if wrong in the moment, you’ll be right in the next one by carrying it forward.

Mastery of all is found in the Nurturing of all. Like everything, practice makes perfect.

I’ll be the first to say this. We are going to find sperm in ovaries’ eggs. Virgins will prove this theory, if willing to give an egg to test.

Why Virgins?

Check the screenshot below, even if you don’t get pregnant, people’s energy can stay attached inside of you woman, be careful who you let in.

I was still alchemising an actor, so sorry for my arrogancy.

If the Female can reproduce a male, that means the male already lives in the female, we just need to find it and learn how to activate it.

Viceversa, yet the men already express their femininity through toxic masculity, so we’ll see how best else, we can channel that energy.