During my visions I had an experience that I recorded in my notebook afterwards and that I will transcribe here:
“In the aftermath of the celebration of the magic mushrooms. The flesh of God and I made one. My smile emanating from the unknown in peace and me sitting receiving the warm caress of the fire, its waves of pure energy.
And, knowing that I am in the right place at the right time, that I am at the climax of the song of time, at the transition of this epoch of my life and the life, for the better.
I look at my heart and yet, out of habit and disguise, some “part” does not beat accordingly. And I think that it is absurd not to let it dance for some old story or fight, which in my new age will be irrelevant.
Dance heart, to my left in my chest!
Dance waves, my particles, atoms, molecules, cells, systems, organs.
And in liberation I discovered the heart on my right.
In my chest, obsessed with matter and veins and arteries, the only one I thought existed was the left heart. The one here. The familiar one.
But I looked inside and I could feel the beat of emptiness on the right side of my chest.
Weak at first but soon matched the strength of the heart matter and both waves were expanding.
This was clearly visible.
Waves of circular shimmering colors like two drops of water falling into a pond illuminated by the full moon whose waves touch and embrace each other.
And these circles attracted each other. When they intertwined in a vesica piscis shape
I understood the love of the feminine and masculine poles in me. And the image of Anto, my inspiration, came to me, as in me, being me and completing me.
And from that alchemical union, a white bird, spiritual, out of the known world, came from the deepness of space at the center of the Vesica Pisces. And as it came ascending and its wings magnified in divine geometry, a voice bathed me, saying:
“Let it pass”
And the circles joined together giving rise to a great circular resonance and the bird of the sky ascended at great speed. And as it pierced my chest, my throat and my skull it turned into adragon. Rampaging, mad, full of passion and pride of life.
It soared through the air around me like a wild animal that had just been released.
And I understood the gift I was receiving, freedom.
The warrior, the merchant, the magician, the world, the force that can never be appeased, the madman, the love of earth and sky.
The blessing of the forefathers.
The creation manifesting itself in this green dragon with white wings and wild eyes, enormous that have a hunger to know, and huge geometric square teeth that inevitably smile.
My life full of grace.
The dragon in me, Quetzalcoatl
Blessed by the mystery. Proud to be alive, to be a son of this earth.
Of having given me the river of blood in my veins and the ancestral sidereal forces that vivify it.
To take care the garden and create. To give and to serve.
To awaken in rejoicing love, to play the game that wants to play.”