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