Most of the extraterrestrial bases on your planet are formed through holographic frequencial inserts that are strategically placed within areas of star-gate portals or infinity points geometrically and electromagnetically occurring in specific vectors on and within Earth.
(via cetaceannation)
I’d be interested in hearing from anyone who knows about other energy vortexes.
(via vividvisuals)
Tribal shamans came to Sedona for thousands of years to pray, seek guidance and alignment for their people.
(Source: vividvisuals)
Transmuteo fan art by friend, collaborator and constant source of creative inspiration Forrest Prism aka Off Balance Atlas, The Fibonacci Spiral and the being behind Skylight Gymnasium Records. Check out more of his visual art at Blades Of Color.
With the help of your Higher Self, you will understand what this really means.
(via aeonzool)
Using Love and Sacred Geometry, you can activate a merkaba energy field of Light around your Body.
(via mysticmementos)
The transmuting pyramid energy manifests a powerful vortex of healing energies.
(via mysticmementos)
Go from room to shining room; open the locked door to paradise. Your dreams are there.
(Source: slothwave)
Yoga is the practice of binding individual consciousness with universal consciousness.
(Source: glassplanet, via thechaotic)
Make a conscious decision to ascend.
Dreams take place in another dimension, a dream dimension, which is no less real than any other dimension.
(Source: illleagle)
This is the time when the Atlantean Stargate opens and we begin to align our Consciousness with the Oceanic Creation Matrix.
(Source: lilangelboi)
Through meditation, we chart the topographies of inner oceans.
(Source: hypergeography, via astralbutt)
Dream Sequence II
Author: Grant Johnson of Birdfeeder
Artwork: Benji Hasselhurst
Music: Transmuteo
The streets of the city were empty and wet. A dense fog hung in the air and I gazed intently at the streetlights. I could see the yellow light spread itself across the aether, fading into blackness and landing softly on the cobblestone streets. The glare of the light seemed to jump off the wet stones like sparks. They disappeared when I looked directly at them, but I could tell they were there from the corners of my eyes.
