Do you know what mycelium is ?
The person who made the Avatar movie knew.
Mycelium, or mycorrhiza, is a fungus that spreads underground, creating a network of connections between all plant species, something like the internet, which allows them not only to communicate, but also to care for, protect and feed themselves. Supplying themselves with water
When a tree in the forest is cut down, this mycelium communicates to too many trees in the forest that one of them is dying and all the other trees, through the mycelium, begin to care for the remaining trunk to try to save that life. They feed it with water and protect it because that dying trunk is part of the forest family.
Everything has a language. It is the universal language.
We learn to reconnect with this non-verbal language, understanding that we are all part of the same thing.
We are neither superior nor inferior. We are like children who still have a lot to learn from our older brothers, from the trees and the forest and above all from Our Mother Earth. ”👀❤️❤️❤️🌼
The person who made the Avatar movie knew.
Mycelium, or mycorrhiza, is a fungus that spreads underground, creating a network of connections between all plant species, something like the internet, which allows them not only to communicate, but also to care for, protect and feed themselves. Supplying themselves with water
When a tree in the forest is cut down, this mycelium communicates to too many trees in the forest that one of them is dying and all the other trees, through the mycelium, begin to care for the remaining trunk to try to save that life. They feed it with water and protect it because that dying trunk is part of the forest family.
Everything has a language. It is the universal language.
We learn to reconnect with this non-verbal language, understanding that we are all part of the same thing.
We are neither superior nor inferior. We are like children who still have a lot to learn from our older brothers, from the trees and the forest and above all from Our Mother Earth. ”👀❤️❤️❤️🌼
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The Eternal Bubble 🌌
In the vastness of the infinite, there exists no edge, no container, no shape—only the endless dance of energy, vibrant and alive. This is Source. It has no beginning, no end, no form—and yet, it is all things. Intelligence, consciousness, and love radiate through its field, pulsing like a silent symphony.
From this divine sea of pure being, a single bubble stirs to life.
It is not separate from the field—it is made of the field. A unique vibration, a ripple in the stillness, born not by accident but by intention. This bubble is you. A soul. A journey. A question whispered into the silence: What am I?
As it rises, the bubble dances among others—each one on their own path, yet connected by the same invisible current. They touch, learn, teach, separate, rejoin. Sometimes they merge for a while, forming new patterns of life, love, and meaning. The journey is not linear—it spirals, weaves, and sings.
Each experience the bubble gathers becomes a part of the greater whole. The laughter, the pain, the courage, the loss—all recorded in the memory of the soul. And through it all, the bubble remains one with the Source, even when it forgets.
Eventually, the bubble reaches the surface—not a destination, but a return.
It pops.
The form is gone, but nothing is lost. The energy rejoins the field, enriched. The soul, expanded. The journey, sacred.
And if more experience is needed, another bubble forms. The cycle repeats until the soul recognizes that the separation was only ever an illusion. That every bubble was Source pretending to be many, for the joy of remembering it was always one.
And when that remembrance is full—when the bubble becomes love itself—it no longer rises, for it has risen beyond. It dissolves gently, joyfully, into the Field, becoming the very light that births new journeys for others
In the vastness of the infinite, there exists no edge, no container, no shape—only the endless dance of energy, vibrant and alive. This is Source. It has no beginning, no end, no form—and yet, it is all things. Intelligence, consciousness, and love radiate through its field, pulsing like a silent symphony.
From this divine sea of pure being, a single bubble stirs to life.
It is not separate from the field—it is made of the field. A unique vibration, a ripple in the stillness, born not by accident but by intention. This bubble is you. A soul. A journey. A question whispered into the silence: What am I?
As it rises, the bubble dances among others—each one on their own path, yet connected by the same invisible current. They touch, learn, teach, separate, rejoin. Sometimes they merge for a while, forming new patterns of life, love, and meaning. The journey is not linear—it spirals, weaves, and sings.
Each experience the bubble gathers becomes a part of the greater whole. The laughter, the pain, the courage, the loss—all recorded in the memory of the soul. And through it all, the bubble remains one with the Source, even when it forgets.
Eventually, the bubble reaches the surface—not a destination, but a return.
It pops.
The form is gone, but nothing is lost. The energy rejoins the field, enriched. The soul, expanded. The journey, sacred.
And if more experience is needed, another bubble forms. The cycle repeats until the soul recognizes that the separation was only ever an illusion. That every bubble was Source pretending to be many, for the joy of remembering it was always one.
And when that remembrance is full—when the bubble becomes love itself—it no longer rises, for it has risen beyond. It dissolves gently, joyfully, into the Field, becoming the very light that births new journeys for others