Barefoot Between Worlds
Before I ascended to the castle summit, I had to feel the connection with Mother Earth. On Postiguet Beach, I took off my shoes, letting the fine sand of Alicante guide me.
In the old matrix, shoes are a barrier, an isolation from the planet’s energy. In the New Earth, our feet are antennas.Standing there, I felt every cell of my body exchanging information with the ocean and the rock. This wasn’t just a walk – it was a data transfer. Grounding is the technology of the future. Only when I became one with the sand was I ready to look down on the city from 166 meters as a free Observer. You cannot touch the sky without first feeling the depth of the earth.
The Perspective of the Observer and the Creator:
At the top of Mount Benacantil stands the Santa Bárbara Castle. The wind blows differently there. Standing 166 meters above the rooftops of Alicante, the world that seems so complicated and loud down below suddenly becomes merely a scale model. You see the streets, cars, and people, but you no longer belong to them in the same way.
This is the moment, the instant when you stop being an actor in someone else’s script and become the Observer. From this height, it is clear that the boundaries of the old matrix are but an illusion. You see where the city ends and the infinite blue begins. It was here, upon the fortress walls, that I realised once again that the only actual fortress is our own consciousness. When you climb your personal mountain, the old system no longer has power over you. You are free. You are the Creator.
Les Ginkgo and Gaia
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