If Space was the unfolding, Time is the journey. Space opens in all directions at the same time. Time, on the other hand, is the experience of moving through that unfolding. It is not a thing in itself, but the path that is generated when something that was contained begins to expand. That is why, when ancient cultures tried to represent time, they did not do so as a line or as an arrow. They represented it as a movement of opening. And the image that summarizes that gesture,

THE 92 ELEMENTS A rainbow does not exist outside the observer. It is not an object floating in the sky. It is a phenomenon that occurs when three things align at the exact angle: sunlight, water droplets in the air, and your eye.  If you move, the rainbow moves. If another person is standing next to you, they see their own rainbow, different from yours. And what few people know: a rainbow is not an arc. It is a complete circle. We only see half of it because the Earth blocks

THE VOID THAT CALIBRATES There is a moment when everything stops. It is not that the world ceases to move. The Earth keeps turning. The Sun keeps shining. The Moon keeps orbiting. But there is an instant, four times a year, when something in the axis shifts. When the angle of light aligns in a very specific way. When time folds in on itself and opens a door. Those moments are the solstices and the equinoxes, and for thousands of years, cultures around the world have paused at

ASTRONOMICAL CYCLES Approximately 4.5 billion years ago , a Mars-sized object known as Theia  collided with the early Earth. The impact was so violent that part of Earth’s mantle was ejected into space. Over time, this material began orbiting the planet, eventually consolidating to form the Moon . But this collision did more than create the Moon. It altered Earth’s axis of rotation , tilting it to exactly 23.5 degrees . And that 23.5-degree angle  is the reason seasons exist,

Today, January 4, 2026, the clock marks a specific hour. A precise frequency. A point in the cycle where something can begin. In the days prior, I spoke of repairing the clock. Of everything being mind. Of the trinity mind–emotion–action sustaining all manifestation. Now comes the moment to show how that internal clock works. How consciousness moves. How it unfolds. How it grows. The answer lies in the 12 Steps of the YOSOY . These 12 steps are the fundamental architecture of

The Trinity During the first two days we spoke about rhythm—about the primordial wave that creates time, about the game of the universal mind in which everything is a hologram projected from the origin. Today I want to share something fundamental: how consciousness is structured in order to navigate that game. Human consciousness functions as a trinity—three aspects that work together, that need one another, that form a complete system. Mind, Emotion, Action. Or, stated anoth

The Universal Game Yesterday we planted a seed—the seed of time. The intention to return to rhythm, to re-member the heart, to synchronize our inner frequency with the frequency of the universe. Today I want to share something Ghan showed me years ago, something that completely changes the way we understand reality: All of this is a game—the game of the universal mind. We will play this game of the mind. And the first rule of the game is to understand what the mind is. Everyt

Today, January 1, 2026, I write these words like someone planting a seed. Something begins. Something germinates. And when something truly begins, it must be sown with consciousness. The seed must be placed in the right soil, at the right moment, with the right intention. This year is, for me, the year of alchemizing the internal into the external. Of turning what I have received as memory into something that can be planted, shared, multiplied. That is why I set the intention

There's something the ancients knew that we've almost completely forgotten: not everyone can receive the same information in the same way. And it's not a question of intelligence or capacity, it's simply how life works. Each plant absorbs light differently. A rose captures certain color spectrums, a sunflower completely different ones. A cactus processes the desert sun one way, a fern from the humid jungle in a totally opposite way. Both need light, but the way they take it,

For years, the word alchemy felt foreign to me. I heard it as something of magic, of spells and potions in smoking cauldrons, something that had no relation to what I did. I dedicated myself to remembering, to explaining the universe, to being an educator of consciousness, but I never saw myself as a doer, as someone who transforms matter or creates something new. When I began traveling the world with my planetary tasks, I always explained that I was an electrician of conscio

What is the smallest thing that exists? For centuries we believed it was the atom. Then we discovered that inside the atom there are even smaller particles. And inside those particles, energy fields. And inside those fields, something we can no longer touch or measure with certainty: the quantum. But there is something even smaller. More subtle. More invisible. The space between things. That void that separates one particle from another. That silence between two musical notes

There are two ways to look at the world. One is from space: where you stand, what angle your feet form, how you anchor your body to the earth. That is the gaze of the heel . The gaze of yomati.red . The other is from time: how you move, what rhythm you follow, what steps you take and when you take them. That is the gaze of talion . The gaze of soymati.red . Heel and talion. Position and law. Space and time. Two eyes that look at each other. Two eyes that calibrate each other.

The human body is a map of the cosmos. Between the base of the spine and the crown of the skull unfolds the entire structure of the universe. At the lower extreme, the coccyx holds the weight of the entire body, as the earth holds the weight of the world. At the upper extreme, the first cervical vertebra holds the head, as the sky holds the stars. That vertebra carries an ancient name: Atlas. Atlas is the titan who holds the sky on his shoulders. The one who keeps heaven and

When 2025 began, I didn't have the sensation of entering something new. On the contrary. From the beginning, the year presented itself as something that was coming to close. I only felt that time wasn't pushing forward like other times. As if each step dragged something older. As if the movement wasn't opening paths, but bringing back things that had remained pending. That's when the same image began to appear, again and again: the ouroboros. THE SERPENT THAT BITES ITS TAIL T

A new path begins. And like every true path, it does not begin outward, but inward. To remember is not to retrieve data from the past. To remember is to return to the heart. Re-cordis. To bring back through the center what was scattered. Perhaps that is why, from the beginning, I understood that my task was not to explain memories, but to accompany others in feeling them. Because when something is felt, it beats. And when it beats, it awakens. That has always been my way of