dew of the sea

~ redemption strong ~

"Life is not a problem to be solved. But a mystery to be lived."
–  Osho
Spread your cloak on my branches, flowering colours of ocean and sky, protecting pure love of Mother, to Egypt together we fly. Wash these clothes in the stream and let them dry in the Sun, an aromatic fragrance, to be remembered by everyone.

Still blooming in the Winter, daylight makes way for dark night, an ethereal reminder of light that always inside shines bright. For this season in human history reflects a greater SAD and yet a character in this time, you chose to be. No fear of being forgotten, nor forgetting from where you came, keep the fire burning, this eternal flame.

My hand was made strong by the hand of the almighty, still spiritually flowing forward in this generation triumphantly. Star of Bethlehem, Alpha Aquarii, rising in the East, so seen by sacred eye. Aquarius, Water cup carrier, exorcise all unholy barrier.

Yes the fruits of your labour, pushing through layers, visits to the underworld might call for prayers. Rosemary, for it was you who first brought me to Hades, though this time I come bearing Water, from the purest of lady’s. Impeccably clear, consciousness flowing, psychic sight activated for full feeling and knowing. Ghosts of past all freed from their story, I saw and counted each one, before burning the inventory.

Ready to rise again, oh Yes you are, immaculately conceived, foretold by the Star. A duty on Earth, a mission called to fulfill, now ready to restore right use of will. From the great imposition to the changing of tide, parting Red sea, to conquer they divide. A story twisted, not a true act of God, summoning supernatural forces through other head-nod. This calling of corruption that rises from within, now writhing and thrashing from this purity pumping in. For pure blood doesn't flow in vain, this ancient line, through holy spirit came. It's path to the heart, might have become blocked, but a key that fits all doors, now turns them unlocked. Palpitations, restoring new rhythm, lovingly advising new decision.

A miraculous birth, full of grace, the sweetest way in, to your warm embrace. Mother of God, this human creation, to serve you so clearly with full veneration. At one with your true Nature, from the divine womb how could I resist, on the face of Earth, we must all learn to co-exist.

Through Christo statue on the Corcovado mountain is how he came, head held high, not hung low in shame. No hunchback, from all of that sorrow, a new lease of light, Yes now yours to borrow.

I gave myself to holy service, not a religious man, but with a spiritual purpose. The power of divinity running through these human hands, a mission to return balance to these human lands. But this reminder seems unwelcome by so many here, a life of true love now lost to fear. Oh to pull yourself together, whilst they try to rip you apart and still open those wings to truly lead from the heart. Yes, to be born again to try and show the people another way, but better to lead by example, for many won't listen to what you say.

Those stabbing pains in palms, constantly feeling crucified, inviting this master healer, his energy within now amplified. No, you're not experiencing suffering, you're simply suffering your experience, a disciple of higher learning, so follow with true obedience. Careful not to impose your own Will, for that's not a great look, killing of True prophets, all part of fulfilling the book. Like a course in miracles, can you forgive all that you see, emancipate yourself from mental slavery, for it's only you who can set yourself free.

These are my own insights, but a great beauty of life is that of perspective, so how might others respond to the spirit of Rosemary, unbeknownst to this being the spirit they are receiving. How might they perceive it through their six senses. And to the Rose of Mary, dew of the sea, stimulate blood flow to the brains of my people, so they might remember how to be.
* some participant names have been changed for pen names.
* SAD = seasonal affective disorder

Celia

It's curious to start this journey, and it gets curiouser and curiouser as you go along. I started writing this morning, and as of midday, everything changed. Today, I received a call from someone very dear to my heart that I hadn’t heard from in over 15 years. Many things move with this medicine, but let me start at the beginning and continue until I get to the end and then stop.

So, who am I? The greatest question ever asked. And though I am always the same, I’m always different, and though I’m always different, I’m always the same.

I grew up in an international household: multilingual, multicultural, watered by both healing and pain, excitement and anger, fear and love. It is in this beginning that I remember myself feeling deep feelings of responsibility towards something I could still not understand. I would sometimes cry, knowing that there was something very important for me to do, not yet knowing what that was.

And so, I started delving into the depths of magic before the age of 10, encouraged by the blood that flows in my lineage. Yet the place where I lived was fearful of such insight, so the outlook became grim. I slowly, as many of us do, adapted in the way I could into normality—something I most definitely never was.

In this fitting in, I lost sight of a part of me that was relegated to being expressed through art, through song, through word—my elements to cast spells. From then on, that was how I expressed my magic.

Rebel, rebel, where do you go? Rebel, rebel, not even you know.

And so, I threw myself into the hands of randomness. I followed what was alive, as it was the only thing I knew how to do. It was the only thing I knew for sure. And though to the world outside nothing made sense, to me, it was the only way to go. So, I traveled—outside and in.

After this phase of normalization, I discovered that there was no lying in amplified states, no hiding. These states allowed me more and more to bloom into myself with a more worldly understanding. I studied art, became a painter. I started organizing experimental music events, art events, theater events, expression events. At the age of 24, I left Salamanca for Berlin and continued with the experiment of life, opening up a gallery in which the most radical, uprooted emotions came to life and brought life to those who felt they didn’t have one anymore.

I myself was holding on for dear life. So much that I carried wasn’t mine; so much that was mine I didn’t want. It wasn’t until I could hold and accept it all that I allowed the paint to melt and become me once more.

Because of being bilingual, I started teaching early. I was only 16 when I gave my first lesson, and teaching has been a stable part of my whole life—acquiring knowledge and gifting it.

After opening the gallery, and still deeply connected to the ways in which we acquire and share knowledge—how they transform society and the way we relate to it and to each other—I decided to go back to Spain to study education while still building projects of different sorts. It was through one of these projects that I got a grant to study Strategic Business Design for the Cultural Industries at the European Institute of Design in Madrid, that course radically changed my life.

Now, I was not only in the worlds of innovation in education, experimentation in art but also in strategic design business. I would never have planned it; it just happened. A couple of months after that someone told me there was a great master’s program I should study that was exactly a mix of these things, creativity and innovation in business and education. I said I could never afford it. They told me, "Go do an interview; they have grants." So I went, and after the interview, instead of giving me a grant, they gave me a job as a professor at the main degree at the university.

Again, I would never have planned it; it just happened.

So, these past five years—since 2019—I have been a professor and coach for an Official European University Degree in leadership, entrepreneurship, and innovation, both in Spain and around the world.

Quite the journey it has been.

But that is only what the eye can see. When I’d counted over a dozen dark nights came an Eclipse and split me in half. My life would never be the same after 2020.

As a result I began my journey as a wounded healer, I started to study different disciplines connected to the mind, the body, and the soul. I started again to allow myself to dive deep—through meditation and energy practices, through ancient medicines and wisdoms—which led me to leave my position as a professor to become a psychedelic therapist and life coach.

Using amplified states to amplify our states, I help others go from doing to being and allow the happening to happen.

Now that I look back, I see how it all made sense. All the struggle and the pain. Every decision that seemed crazy at the time now seems like a very well-thought-out, strategic plan to make me who I am. To allow me to unveil what was already there. To allow me to create a map, and from the knowing of my own mapping, to hold space for others while they create theirs.

And it is in this journey through amplified states that I asked, as I always do when I want to go deeper into something: Who is around? Who is already digging? Who is already exploring?

One question took me to another, one person took me to the next, and there was Andy—as always, arriving at the right moment, gifted with a magical flow.

We started to speak, and it was all very strange, and at the same time so natural. We spoke of those things that cannot be spoken of—not because they are forbidden, but because language does not hold the plasticity to express the unexpressable.

And especially, I listened. I questioned, and I asked.

It’s funny how we often build from the best intentions but cannot see that within us we hold some tension. Perhaps we carry a wound that just needs our attention.

The way Andy spoke of the ecosystem within—of how sometimes we have killed the wolf inside us and now everything is running wild. Of how sometimes we have put a dam on the clearest of waters that are now marshy and stagnant.

He spoke of how to look within with curiosity, gentleness, and love, knowing that we have done all these things thinking we were solving a problem, not realizing that everything is a system and when you move a part you move all the relationships in the system.

When you touch one lever, everything changes.

So, how can we open our perspective? How can our eyes become wide enough to see that we are as they say not problems to be solved, but lives to be lived?

How can we treat ourselves with the gentleness that an ecosystem requires to maintain its balance?

And how can we do the same for the outside world? Because as within so without.

If we face the world from a problem-solution perspective without considering systemic balance, we will always fail. One problem will become ten, and ten will become a thousand. Before we know it, we will now.

The original idea was to interview Andy—and that, I did. But there was something more.

Again, in this language-beyond-language, this energetic field, there was more.

I don’t recall whether I asked to participate or if Andy offered. But wow, the experience was profound.

Even in the days leading up to the session, the medicine was already working. Bodily sensations, a sense of power, calmness, and attention to what was happening both outside and in. A light focus on synchronicity.

And always, Andy’s guidance, holding space.

On the day of the medicine—funnily enough—I was at an international psychedelic conference. I decided to return to my Airbnb in the middle of nowhere in Fuerteventura, where my partner was working.

I lay down, put on my headphones, and allowed the journey to unfold.

My whole body started to shake, spasm, and ache. Words spilled out, but those I will keep —for it’s not the time of the diamond, I came to speak of rosemary

After that session, it felt so intense that my partner stopped working. He was scared, just at the sheer sight of what was happening—while nothing, seemingly, was being done.

Immediately, I thought: I want to try again. This was incredible.

A few days later, I asked Andy if it was possible to join the next session. He offered me the possibility of being an observer—meaning that this time, I wouldn’t share in the group, but directly with him, holding space and observing for others.

Witchy, witchy it was indeed.

There was an energy of love, of redemption, and forgiveness. Great sadness came up for many, and on my side, it became curiouser and curiouser how tuned we are to knowing—while believing that we don’t know.

These past weeks feel like an entire lifetime—with ten beginnings and a thousand endings.

Do you know that feeling? The one when you think you know, when you think you’ve arrived—only to realize that you haven’t?

Working with this medicine, it feels like even the shades over my eyes take on a new tone. I see what I couldn’t see before, suddenly very clearly. I understand where the things I do come from and why I do them. I resolve my own mysteries, observing myself with compassionate inquiry, delving consciously into myself.

The more I know myself, the less I feel I judge others.
The more openly I experience life, the more I marvel at the wonders around me.

This process is one of deep listening. It’s about realizing that you, too, are a beacon of resonance—but what are you resonating with?

It is a journey of empowerment. To understand that you are a tool, capable of enabling or disabling realities if you are just aware of it.

And awareness, after all, is the state we all seek.

In these past couple of weeks, triggers have been triggered, held, and disarmed. Sadness has risen, been ridden, and left—unharmed.

The ringing in my ears has been continuous. There have been sudden moments when it felt like the Earth shifted under my feet. I needed to hold onto something—like a tree.

It’s incredible how something that doesn’t “exist” can have such a powerful effect. Such a physical effect.

There was also some nausea.

And something that has happened to me before, which I call “the upgrades.” Moments in which whatever I’m doing, I need to stop and close my eyes. It feels like my body has been put on hold, rebooting and installing new programs.

There have been a couple of these moments—times when I literally couldn’t open my eyes. The amazing thing is, you’re completely paralyzed for 20–30 minutes, and then, suddenly, it stops. And you’re full of life.

When it first happened, it was a bit scary. But through the medicine, I was able to recognize it and say: Ha. Upgrade time.

In the group, just as Andy mentioned, people spoke of stabbing pains in the palms of their hands, of growth pains, of unfinished business suddenly surfacing, of addictions and afflictions.

It came up in the group sharing, and it came up in my own life.

During the session itself, I arrived late and felt like a schoolkid thinking they’d be shamed or punished. That feeling only reflected a part of my past.

But then I realized: I am never late. I am never early. I am always just on time.

As I allowed the medicine to sink deep into my bones, I was completely in my body—until, suddenly, I wasn’t.

And so, I wrote.

First, a lot of thought, mind chatter. Some glimpses of emotions too deep to hold and the witnessing of the inner system trying to hold on for dear life. Still hard to keep my eyes open. Third eye, head pulsating. I was a bit late and entered confused and judging myself. Wondering about external eyes and judgment to guide my own. I felt an immaturity, a need to be seen coupled with a fear of being seen. It all faded slowly into a knowing that I am never late, never early, the timing is always right, sometimes in an incomprehensible way. My ears are still ringing, and I’m nauseous in a way I wasn’t during the session. Though I was completely unable to do anything the whole afternoon, on one side felt dense, on another electric. Some heavy biographical things came up; they have been moving in my family. There is some forgiving to do, some forgiving has been done. Feet felt pain. There was some doubt and then some knowing. I am what I am, I am where I am, I do my best to do my best, and that is all there is to do before you rest. Restart, remix, reimagine. All the matter fused into one and then thrown out into the universe and me with it (because I am it). The lingering in space brought me joy and tear trembles. The beauty of all that is was magnificently manifested. He came, right at the beginning, to welcome me in.

Jesús, cuánto te han hablado en mis sueños los ancestros, cuánto mi sangre ha llamado tu nombre. Cada lágrima un rezo, cada rezo un alivio, traes calma de sol, de lluvia, de sombra. Que vuelva de tu energía la sabiduría que nos honra, que caiga el estigma del nombre, que se abra la mirada más allá del hombre. Santa María, madre de Dios, riéganos con tu misericordiosa mirada, tu naturaleza es la naturaleza, que fuera de ella no quede nada, y en ella, la paz. Haz de nosotros tu tierra, y en ella, la paz.

I’m not sure why life brought me to this session. I do know that the Holy Spirit has been a guide to my family for generations, and though I denied religion, I accept the wisdom of the wisest one, of course, my abuela. I felt her energy strong in this session; I felt the trust, the love, and the anguish all mixed together. I know that I leave this session more aware of where I am not aware, more aligned and more in truth, and though these are complicated to quantify, they are impossible not to feel. And when you are centered, when you are in truth, your magic appears.

So if there’s one thing that I’m learning in a more profound way through these sessions, it is how to pay close attention to the rhythm of my life, to the different instruments playing, to the different elements, and the relationship between them both outside and in. Both the subtlety and the profundity of this work is not to be shared through word but to be experienced.

Ailsa

Before the session began it felt like a reel of cine film was being unravelled from my third eye. Shoulders weighed down, heavy, as music progressed, a lifting, weight dissipating, melting away, release. A warm energy all around shoulders and neck. Swirling around feet and lower legs. Linking of energy between pelvis and top of head. Floating. In the final phase of music I saw Jesus, on the cross, felt in hands and feet then redemption, forgiveness for humanity. Release, letting go, opening out, benevolent force, warmth, calm, balance.

Donna

Smoke came in, like a guide throughout some of the session. Shown a native American Indian girl, showing me what I need to do to connect to the earth. She was cupping the dirt in her hands, and saying, this is all you need to do. Then I am a white eagle flying, my 2 children are beside me also as white eagles, I'm being told they are fine and walking their paths. Then shown as an Isis Priestess, needing to get back to this. Part of my purpose here. Isis code coming in, placed in my heart, and into the hearts of all on this session (I will draw and post) its a sun code, I am born of the sun. The code is an opening to move us back to whence we came. Like this spirit - i strongly feel that the code and the medicine are one in the same, just different aspects? Can't quite find the right word. I am being stripped bare by the spirit layers being removed, heart is opened, more needing to be let go of. I feel for the first time, the true essence of self, I feel I am the light. I want to stay here. Tears come, as I feel a kind of redemption and rebirth, but its not that, its the true truth of self being revealed - always been there... waiting patiently for the opening. Something unseen comes in, and asks me to follow - a strange sensation of following the unseen, like a sonar guidance system without the sonar. That's what I need to do. Smoke prevalent throughout. Given instructions for my work. Open. I feel like I've been anointed with the Spirit. Last night I could feel spirit washing my feet, so my connection to the earth is strengthened. I feel like this Spirit and its medicine has tipped the scales!! And now conscious connection of the true self has truly been made! Powerful, incredible, so much gratitude, beyond words...

Maike

Tingling feet. Coming all the way up legs into pelvis. A gentle knock on heart door, asking permission to enter. Very strong presence in room. Whispers in my ear. A breeze on my face. Strong stabbing sensations in different locations between. A seed got planted. A lot went on but I can only recall parts now have been drifting in and out sleep. A soft tender space.

Ana

Powerful for me too so much energy around my head area. My head was immersed in this amazing energy Ovaries . Breathtaking pain left area Passed out Floating in between spaces now Omg this is so amazing

Maya

All the session long very intense, exhausting and physically painful. unwinding of my pallet, eyes, jaw, ears ,neck with producing sounds like having an exorcism going on. Sometimes not possible breathing or swallowing. Owl, beaver and cat present. At some point it felt like I had support from Arwawiku as well. Very cool mind with this process, just watching and observing what was going on with the body. Felt like stuff left me which was not mine at all Deeply cleansing Now buzzing in whole body, sacrum very clearly present. Wow…what an incredible journey…

Arwawiku

Stupendous, amazing, meditation is essential for the mind and I feel that it is getting more impressive. I felt a movement that shook me all over, as if it was taking away what I didn't need and putting my things in order.

Estupendamente increíble, la meditación es esencial para la mente y siento que cada vez es impresionante. Sentí un movimiento que me sacudió todo ,como si me quitará lo que no me sirve y ordenar bien mis cosas

Cony

Feeling Disconnected…Relaxing my body, my hands are a bit shaky. I see myself falling from the sky, passing through the clouds. I’ve seen this image in another journey before. The wind is passing through my hair… I land, and there is a big mountain range that feels like the Himalayas, vast, powerful mountains. I’m inside a cave, and there’s a green emerald calling me. I take it with my hands, and green light radiates into my heart. I am surrounded by ancestors; my grandmother is there, along with others. I feel like everything is spinning, like a spiral. I rise, and this green light surrounds me, activating my heart. It feels like an initiation. There’s fire, green fire. Then I am underwater, looking up at the Sun’s rays passing through the water. I can’t go up; there’s heaviness on my chest. I surrender… Now I’m under a waterfall, surrounded by greenery, plants, and vegetation. A man is playing a flute, charming me to enter the green landscape, a jungle like forest. I see a black horse and a white horse running and playing, wild and free. There’s a temple in the lush green jungle, an Asian, style temple. There’s silence. My chest feels tight. I’m dying. I’m inside a sarcophagus. There is sorrow… I rise with big wings… the back of my head hurts. I relax my jaw, which was very tight. I surrender… Rebirth. The phoenix appears. I’m lying down, holding a baby on my chest. We are home.

Dom

Very powerful! Extreme pulsing 3rd eye and feet, felt carried at the start and brought upwards. Being held and rocked after that it's all a blur, very trippy, circular colours.

Cathy

Yes, ears ring, celebrating. Water rushes outside, louder than usual. Eyes water. Do I have access to other galaxies?, perhaps yes. Black that shimmers dark blue, like a raven's wing, a kind black dog. I start as a human, grounding downthru my roots. Then from inside the dirt as a root I become electricity and the tree's roots pull me upward, thru the trunk, thru the branches, out onto the leaves where I bask in the sunshine. Heart beating strongly. The mineral kindgom is the singing vibration hero, masked with dirt they carry much medicine. I see my heart as a torus shape, accepting, rotating, offering. I am the still center. Much moves into me thru my heart and again I am set free into light/frequency, no body, I can go anywhere.