Alberto Roman

Through the hollows of my skull is how ocean winds invoke flowers of the Sun to burst at dawn. Go back to the first Shaman the one that is not one is not the first nor the last.  ancient bones studded with gems, orchid in blooms, humming bird feathers and the living eyes of Jaguars are on an altar. Go back to the first Shaman the one that is not one is not the first nor the last.  I am incandescent animal bodies purified.

"Once the barn burned down I could see the stars". I too caught the fire. The fire that gave me birth billions of years ago. Inside my belly luminous intensities flicker brilliant. What or who is translucent Unborn and undying ?

THE BIRDSONG COMPASS: This medicine tool is a quick reality check for any situation; Ask yourself this: * What is going on? * What am I adding? * What am I leaving out? * What do I really know? The Birdsong Compass is a form of your own Unreality Check. Often we texture a situation with story lines and assumptions that increase the potential for pain and suffering. Stop this practice. Remember that part of maintaing yourself clear, spontaneous, fresh, vital is to cease and desist from repetitive thinking or recycling the same thoughts that keep you from wisdom: seeing what is as it is. YESOM You live within the means of your body. So, inherently you are in absolute perfect delight. Meditate: Just Sit. Just Breathe. Just Be. Natural Meditation. FollOW this to your bliss then be that daily. You live within the means of your body. We do not know what your ultimate capacities are. What are your powers and sensibilities? What kind of Relations can you generate or be generated through you. B...

So, yes, I've been checking you out. When we are together goofin', inventing the gist, reciprocating through difference, Generating our Magical Third by conversation, visuals, tactiles, and divergent head spaces, I envelop you with my Love Sensors, I do a sweep of your bodies, physical, energetic, and cosmic curves. Because we both know how fine you are. I bet you are doin' the same existential inquiry into my various grooves, potentials and manifestations. I like that. Now, as I realize some information about how you take action and Shine, in the moment, across different normal and paranormal strata, across temporal subtle temporal flows, My surface tension increases,baby. My pulsations multiply, My clarity smiles, Vibrant molecular flows slide through my Interdimensional capillaries, urging me to get a little closer, to do something about our proximities and distances. But as I hang out with you some more, It has become apparent that you might not...

The real Secret is that: When she wears yellow Sun flowers blush. Marigolds are amazed. Some see a second sun. I see canaries flying out of my head singing merrily.

I am here for love, bliss, power and transformation. Let this be for my highest good and the good of others. May the nectar from the supreme realms shower upon you. Upon me. Upon all that is passing. May we both be suffused with vibrant, rich, and open energies that maintain us in delight and joy. Our immaculate self generous in shifting manifestations. May there be grace when we get lost and are in sorrow. May we be fierce in destroying all that obstructs us from seeing and being our original ever blissful nature. May we celebrate these precious gems in our lives: Clarity, love, wealth, peace, fearlessness, laughter and truth. May both of us be fully liberated to our fullest potential and self expression. May all that is be so in Divine Awareness. There is no separation from the ever radiant unbounded and unborn. I honor all within you. I honor all within me. Creation. Destruction. All the Nectars of the Divine and Beyond. So be it for the benefit of all.

He called us in to the courtyard early at dawn. He had my kitten. Some of the tenants at the pension stood around wondering what was going on. The kitten had been mewoing all night long. I hid behind a black iron stair well watching him with my little friend. I could make everything out. The sky was over cast. The clothes lines were empty. He put the kitten down. Pull his revolver out and shot my friend 5 times. I watched, horror stricken, 7 years old, my friend convulse and contort bleeding till there was no life in him. During breakfast everyone was talking about what happened just 45 minutes before. My mother was outraged when she heard about it. "That son of a bitch", she said. I heard someone say we were having cat for breakfast. Suddenly, there was a tumult from out of the kitchen. The man that had shot my little friend came running out in a panic. Mrs Rosa, the owner of the Pension, a rotund woman with black hair and dark passionate eyes was coming after him with a kit...