Ocean Body

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"Mulheres de água" Sonia Allins


When I think of my trillions of cells, I cannot help seeing their cytoplasms (definition of cytoplasm: space that comprises the cell, minus the nucleus and membrane) all bathed in water. It is in this paradise that all the organelles in our cells are organized in perfect cosmic harmony and cooperate towards an optimal metabolism. 
Knowing these trillions of cells and the enormous amount of water they carry alltogether, I see myself as a great ocean body. 
And in turn, with the notion of this reality in me, I understand it much better why I feel so good in the water, or better said: like fish in water.

Having been born in a country bathed in water, it is normal for me to think that it is part of my DNA.
But not only: im my sky map I have my ascendant in cancer and my moon in fish, which also brings me a lot of water, which is the same as saying: many deep emotions. 
I do know that I regenerate in the water, be it from the Atlantic, be it from the lakes around where I live. Water represents flow. Stagnant waters do not bring life, waters that flow: yes, they bring glowing life. And that is why water brings flow in us. If we allow it, we can overcome obstacles or fears. It also brings cleansing of sorrows.
Water is also water in us, not only in rivers, lakes, ponds and oceans. Water is water in all living creatures. 
Above all Water is water in itself, water is a powerful living being in itself.
Gratitude for water takes on utmost importance when these days it is so contaminated and suffused with pain. 
Water has a memory (Masaru Emoto, Messages from Water) and as such we thank water and pray with it and for it. 
A simple act of activism that we can do even in our homes. Blessed you are healing water. Aho.
 
"I send energy of gratitude and love to all the waters that surround us. To whales, dolphins, pelicans, fish, corals, algae and all creatures. Iam Sorry. I apologize. Thank you. I love you." Prayer of Dr. Masaru Emoto

"O que aprendi das baleias" Sonia Allins

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