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CROSS THE STRIPE=CRUZA LA RAYA
julio 2, 2017


 There will be no more installments of the book, CROSS THE STRIPE. When the entire narrative is translated into English, I will publish it on Amazon, unless a more efficient launch pad appears before. Anyway, you can already read in Spanish. All my books have popular prices, and full of content, real history, our own history of past and present, and everything is connected. Nothing is by chance.

https://www.amazon.com/CRUZA-Spanish-Mar%C3%ADa-Rosario-Cordero-ebook/dp/B00CPF6UDE/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8

CROSS THE STRIPE Installment 2
junio 27, 2017


 

To my two sons

 

Quotes

The dream is the small door hidden in the deepest and most intimate sanctuary of the soul. Carl Jung

Man finds God behind every door that science manages to open.

Albert Einstein. ?

 

 

 

SPACE-TIME AND DREAM

 

Without an understandable reason to get out of their lethargy at that moment, the sequences were reproducing in my mind, images bursting like spurts, events of a remote time, until setting up a crucial history of our world confined to the oblivion and hidden under the ruins.

The vision, asleep in my unconscious for some years, had just awakened.

It had to be real. It had to exist somewhere, and that location could only be in America, in the south. More than a certainty it was a hunch.

The next day I ran to the library for information and response. I looked for ancient history, myths, maps, names; I was looking for ‘Viracocha’, the name that showed itself alive in my memory, and that of a place that started to sound in my mind this same day as if they were vocalizing it, without stopping repeating it … or I was repeating it for not to forget it again, and not knowing how it settled in my head, or if I had ever heard it before.

I would soon find the name and place, located on maps and history. And photographs: There was the door that I entered, visible in our days, in one of them surrounded by chains, in another surrounded with barbed wire: I watched them wondering if that had been put by a defender…

My vision was confirmed. It existed!

After a period of research and another long period with deep reflections, I decided to take this testimony to light; connecting the vibrations of the subtle threads of truth and dreams.

But all that happened in the end.

 

I have to tell this fragment of the great history of humanity from the beginning, as I found it, with all the details that my retentive was able to accumulate. And I should also end by remembering why he stayed in my oblivion for several years, or at least one of the causes, everything is relative and sometimes invisible factors intervene, but nothing is by chance, and everything comes to decrypt, with the help of the meditation, generator of alchemy.

 

 

 

INITIATION PREPARATIONS

 

In the remotest times, already forgotten by the inhabitants of this world and in a settlement inhabited perhaps by many of us, what I am going to tell happened; to remember what lived by humanity, by ourselves. This means that we forget our own cosmic trajectory, our baggage, our endless existence. But it dwells in our unconscious, where we must call and ask: after a previous meditation on the consultation. You have to know how to ask.

You have taken a message in your hands that already belonged to you by right. Yes, to you, reader. Now we will travel together to that fascinating past, where you may have been and only remind you of something lived; those worlds that seem far from each other; which are present around us and to which we belong.

Do not be afraid to fly, the flight has been initiated, you are already on the road, for a world that revolves around itself and around the star that gives us the heat, at such a speed that only trying to imagine dizzy and not even find out of the movement. Rise upon your heavy burden, and that your heart guide the helm in the journey that will enrich the knowledge of yourself, by a path leading to an open door to the understanding of the world in which we are. Enter into (or create, is an innate quality in each) a bubble, iridescent, personal and non-transferable, and accompany me. Let yourself  be led by the impulse of knowledge and its rhythms harmonious and attractive, sinuous, sometimes oscillating, others vertiginous, but revealing the accumulated knowledge of an ancient and timeless, cosmic and divine science, ready to meet us with it.

THE TRIP

 

Inside a bubble I move over the ocean. I feel completely protected inside and offer me the certainty that nothing can harm me. I go through the darkness of a night that shows the outline of the earth touching the sea, I think it can, and should be, the Atlantic; I look back in search of my place of departure, but it already looks distant; I clearly distinguish the Iberian peninsula linked to the continent in which it starts from my point of view: Europe.

I turn my gaze back to the path of attraction of a magnetism that I sense distant; then, diligently, I look towards the sea, in the background. With intrigue and excited I see through the water. Shadows are distinguished. I focus the view driven by the curiosity, and at the same time, my flight descends, I do not know why, it seems to help me perceive the observation (I am aware of being in an altered state of perception), it is as if I illuminate the zone myself. I see walls formed with blocks that could be quite large. In the appreciation that I can make from my height of aerial navigation they look perfectly tidy: they form great walls that are seen in the calm sea bottom. No doubt they must be the remains of some great civilization. It reminds me of Atlantis. As part of the road I leave it behind, but I keep my attention at the bottom of the sea; in many of the stretches, there does not seem to be much depth, sea ridges follow each other, I appreciate, surprised, that would not have to lower the water too much to be able to cross long paths.

I let myself go and enjoy the pleasant sensation of watching the medium of travel: it is like going inside a soap bubble that shines with the colors of the spectrum and moves between the sky and the sea, very quickly! I feel completely protected inside; a special security in me invades me as the comfortable and silent ship advances, allowing me to see, without a single blind spot, a spectacular panorama before me, on an improvised trip; as a surprise gift. I wonder where it will take me. At the moment, the singular ship ascends of altitude. “It seems … that my journey will be long …”

I focus my attention on the front as if I were the driver. Then I look at the mantle of stars that I like so much to contemplate, I think they would serve as a guiding map if I knew the constellations. I do not let myself be discouraged by my lack of knowledge and I look in the background, rather, at the surface on which I glide, the world I identify, of which I am part and familiar with its geography, the closest to me and recognizable to be able to determine the “road”, although I only see the sea, on which I address, it is not known where.

I look for the moon, I think it will serve as a reference to place me in time and space, but I do not even know what stage it is tonight; (I reject the stalking of frustration) I look back, in the most northeastern part; a bright light appears on the horizon, the star seems to still have time to reach it. It occurs to me to think of the country of the rising sun. << Whether it is solar or lunar light, there, the glow will reach it >>.

The speed increases, a lot of speed! I lift my eyes to the sky and see how it turns into a myriad of tiny tail, but it does not affect the inside of my bubble: it seems static.

 

To explain how the interior of this bubble is considered accessory, even as a superficial act; by my own judgment, could have as much as I could have needed: at the slightest thought, everything appeared as a work of enchantment before my eyes, and much more, to the point of feeling me overwhelmed. The appearance of the design was futuristic and fantastic, with harmonious white minimalist shapes, surpassed (and surpasses today) the most avant-garde and imaginative designs, with “technology” to somehow describe what was before me, prodigious, unimaginable and advanced, never seen in prototypes or science fiction.

 

I prefer not to be dazzled by such a prodigy or rejoice in the way of traveling – the most comfortable that I have ever known and heard – my interest is focused on knowing the purpose of my trip.

I look straight ahead. In the distance I see a horizon of earth, a huge line extends. It seems to be the direction to go. I do not direct the course nor know the destiny; I simply let myself be admired by the incredible experience, with a certainty: that of being driven by some plan of inherent transcendence. I can feel the exciting sensation of the extraordinary!

I approach with incredible speed towards the extensive surface; although now, the speed has been reduced. I am already quite close to the great mass of land, and I begin to see a group of small islands not far from its coast. The height in which I find myself does not allow me to distinguish its dimensions, but they do not seem to be large, I can see a few points near what it suggests to me to think that it is a continent; as I get closer, they appear of different sizes, some very small next to more extensive ones; Form a small group surrounded by an intense greenish light, projected from its seabed, is a luminous space of perfectly defined circular outline. This “phosphorescent light”, to name it in some way that resembles something known, is a light that I have never seen and to describe it is impossible; yes I can outline the effect it provokes on me: I am fascinated with it at the same time that it transmits a renewing energy, very intense, it strengthens me and strengthens the positive feeling. “That background contains something indecipherable … that I cannot imagine.”

 

When this trip occurred, a few years later the laser would be known in a visible way to ordinary mortals, perhaps this light would be the most appropriate comparison, but only for its intensity, because it was not projected in any concrete direction; and it is clear, my delay in launching outside the legacy that eventually determined it was not my exclusive property, it weighs me, although there will surely be a reason, and still unknown by me.

 

The route is very mysterious: an energy zone, some unknown civilization sunk in the sea … << This is very interesting >>, (I say to myself). It is also educational, to the point of showing me my own limitations in knowledge that I would like to have: such as knowing a little of the firmament, knowing geography with more depth, history … and so many other subjects in which I would like to be enlightened and my notion is superficial.

Suddenly I am drawn to my left by an intense force, surprising, uncontrollable, and it takes me to a vertiginous speed. I make sure to continue inside the bubble. I do a visual tour without experiencing any feeling of restlessness: everything continues without apparent alterations. I settle down again, and feel an extraordinary well-being, apart from being entertained by so many wonders around me.

I begin to perceive, when breathing, a dense atmosphere; I feel as if in my ethereal being something almost “solid” enters, as if it were a food, a special air that penetrates through the breath and infuses me a pleasant state: a sublime peace. While I assimilate the situation without difficulty, my protective ship continues to advance. And also, I remember that this entire energy gathering usually happens in the “other reality”. When I enter phases of full state, without delay, often occur unpleasant events of strong emotional impact in my life, and all that positive recharge is spent until I remain just a particle in overcoming the experiences suffered. << All this stockpiling of energy reserves has to be the announcement of something that will need an extra effort. But I do not have to suffer a difficult situation before I have reached it. This idyllic journey is just a clear beginning of what can be: answers, to some of my many questions >>. I think it with deep conviction. I let myself be entrusted between so much divine and protective gift.

The speed is reduced, almost instantaneously, and becomes a relaxed ride through the air. The exterior light intensifies; it acquires a dye of twilight light.

I have descended a lot of altitude, I am approaching the Earth, and I am in it, over flight a landscape of soft mountains that are smoothed gradually. And at this moment, I approach the surface until I recklessly scratch the undulations of the ground, almost as if I slipped on them; enthusiastic, I enjoy the progressive acceleration of the march, but it goes to the extreme, even to fear a shock by a minimum measurement failure. I begin to doubt, if at this moment I myself am directing this or it is a force alien to me.

Surprisingly, the pace of speed is reduced … and that of emotion.

Again and suddenly, as if they had given me a powerful pull this time to my right, a jolt inside me in the vast territory.

I could not see anything, just like a movie reproduced at breakneck speed where the only thing that stands out are stripes and shadows. Moved by an almost instantaneous and at the same time disorienting procedure that has left me on a barren and arid ground, I find myself in a solitary wasteland where the blizzard strikes a few blades of dry grass, in a wasteland, a desolate and even painful landscape ; In the middle of nowhere…

 

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Dios mío… he perdonado
junio 24, 2017


Subject                Dios mío… he perdonado

DateCreated     7/20/2011 1:52:00 PM

PostedDate       7/20/2011 4:52:00 AM

Body     (documento de mi antiguo blog, devuelto)

 

 

Dios mío… he perdonado, y ves los errores

en los entresijos de mi ingenuidad

y cómo he dado mi vida para encontrar amor

fraternal y el Amor: a mi otra mitad,

mientras en soledad buscaba un hueco para respirar.

Me diste un hijo para soportar la andadura

por un desierto cercado de chacales y hienas

Dios mío… dije… perdonaría incluso a enemigos

y acepte todo… por encontrar amor en la Tierra,

di el perdón a quien pidió y para algunos

dos …y más, con mi fe en la amistad

a otros sin pedir se marcharon altivos

Dios mío… y aún sin la certeza de recordar

a todos los que nombraste, ya perdoné

a conocidos y aquellos entonces olvidados,

y la evocación… indudable, una vida, una madre…

y me pregunté porqué a David también.

Y aquel nombre, enigmático… Dios mío

con mi amor por su voz dejó velada en la memoria

la revelación tenebrosa con once años recibida…

Perdoné a los que volvieron tras arrollarlos un tren

y a los que se fueron jóvenes,

el compañero que me regaló su sombrero

y al primer novio… me nombró hasta su último aliento.

…ahora… he recordado aquel nombre: Michael… Miguel…

constante presencia, siguió mis pasos tres décadas,

elegidos los destinos… él me advirtió …¡amenazada!

Perdoné, sigue siendo una luz… reescribió la canción: This Is It.

Creo que nunca vio el cerco que ya me acechaba,

la codicia de perversos como esos que estaban tras él

y en medio de mi intento por olvidar el dolor

los desalmados dañaban mi mente y mi corazón

con impactos programados y venenos ¡son la misma banda!

Dios mío… llegó otro hijo y confirmó mi amor de madre

aunque seguí culpandome

por no lograr para ellos una vida mejor…

sólo pensar en Jesús aliviaba el sufrimiento

además de fortalecer mi autoestima

y de nuevo volví a creer que yo mecía el amor.

Dios mío, al recordar parte de esta revelación,

con libre voluntad de manifestar

no me dolió el deber de perdonar

al hombre que encarna a mi Amor

y que escasas veces vería…

apenas algo más que instantes

en las dos primeras etapas de mi vida.

Cumplí cincuenta con luna llena

y aún mi mente enferma

lentamente regresaba la lucidez a ella

Dios mío… escuchaste mi plegaria incesante

luego, dispuesto apareció el Amor frente a mí

y sé que su corazón y el mío surcan el mismo camino,

en mi mente ya clara distingo lo sucedido

con nuestras vidas y nuestro amor. Dios mío…

¿debo esperar a que los enemigos del amor pidan perdón?

con mi vida inhumana en este planeta

Dios… ya no sé si cabe más dolor.

Aquellas veces que lo vi… como una ráfaga

arrastraba tras él una parte de mí…

él es mi otra mitad, siempre lo sentí así

Dios… ¿es ya el tiempo en la Tierra de ver la forma del amor?

 

 

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Bosnian Pyramids – New Evidence 2010
mayo 28, 2017


Memorias en el Paraíso perdido

Follow The Money

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quite amazing where these pyramids show up..basically worldwide..not just egypt..and what does all that mean?

401

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The mysterious straight line that unites seven shrines dedicated to St Michael
mayo 22, 2017


La historia contemporánea sigue escribiéndose, gracias a Dios, no sólo por los mentirosos, violadores y asesinos aparentando ser víctimas, aunque triunfadores mientras pisan la sangre…

Follow The Money

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thanks to joelH for the link..

love this stuff..this is a beauty..how did they know and how did they do it and why does it point to israel?

is the irish starting point significant?

401

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la existencia de la verdad
mayo 17, 2017


Satán, Baal o Lucifer, llámalo como quieras, con sus secuaces adversarios del amor, han perpetrado sus abominaciones infernales a través de la historia de la Tierra, y quieren olvidar la existencia de la verdad y el amor, además, quieren que tú también lo hagas; ellos quieren olvidar, que Dios tiene el registro de toda existencia.

¿Para qué estaba yo en la Tierra?
mayo 15, 2017


Había llegado el tiempo en que todo estaba encajando, y así, una avalancha respuestas, poco a poco las vivencias y los sueños han ocupado su sitio en el hilo de la historia, vivida, sin vivir a penas más que un sinsentido, sin entender por qué se componía de una frustración tras otra, pero también con optimismo, con la esperanza de encontrar la verdad y el amor, y en especial, a mi Amor, a mi único Amor, el único amor de mi realidad y de mis sueños, de mí pasado, mi presente y mi futuro. Y entre muchas otras respuestas al sin sentido vivido, también llegó la última respuesta fundamental  que me faltaba: ¿Para qué, estaba yo en la Tierra?

 

 

 

CUANDO TE DES CUENTA
mayo 9, 2017


Aquí os presento mi último libro publicado, para ver, escuchar, y leer el final de la trilogía: Respuestas… todas mis preguntas contestadas, la que me quedaba y fundamental, y muchas más repartidas en detalles aparentemente cotidianos. La realidad, siempre supera a la ficción, y necesitamos saber lo que ocurre a nuestro alrededor, para poder defendernos de tantos engaños. La verdad, nos libera de la esclavitud.

Nadie me dijo
mayo 7, 2017


Ya sé que podemos ver la verdad, si miramos… Yo no tengo toda la verdad,  pero he conseguido recobrar mi realidad vivida, y gracias a Dios sobreviví para poder contarla. Nadie me dijo que la verdad fuese bonita aunque siempre la he querido; la gracia que tiene esto, es, que viene acompaña del amor. ¡ D i o s  míooo… !

¡Oh my God!

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Pasos perseguidos
mayo 5, 2017


Quise vivir el Amor, ese Amor único para mí.

Desde niña… presentí la inevitable fatalidad

entre ángeles y demonios

y cada uno de mis pasos perseguido.

Desde niña  y a través de toda una vida

vi a mi Amor, en encuentros esporádicos

y en sólo poco más que instantes, desaparecer,

a la vez que desde lo más hondo de mi ser

siempre una parte de mí escapó tras él.

A pesar de tantos diablos

intentando matar el amor

con ataques para dañar el cuerpo y la voluntad,

queriendo matar mi alma y la de mi amado,

nuestro espíritu una y otra vez revivió

gracias a la misericordia Celestial:

quién podría si no superar

agresiones con venenos mortales,

tantas violaciones físicas y espirituales…

una y otra vez, así  el amor se ha fortalecido,

nadie, puede matar el amor verdadero,

Dios lo sabe: nuestro amor ha de tomar forma visible,

ha de ser vivido en la Tierra y alcanzar el Cielo.

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