The octopus’ digest
how we saved the world Anja Mays, Flonheim, Germany January, 1, 2050
I woke up in the morning, eyes still closed – and for a fraction of a moment i felt sad, such a deep sadness, mixed with grief, that almost seemed to kill me from within – i felt that alone – being this lonely 5th element, still hiding and looking for the right moment to come to show up and do my work. But how? How.. How… an inner voice asked me? How…? Seing myself in my inner view white colored – blinking and sparkling in the dark, deep ocean at my reef-home as the sun made sparkling jewels around me.
Then the question changed in my head – like a drum heart beat: How… How… How … How did it come? I realized that I went again in a fracture of a second like a caleidoscope changing colors shape and surface – through all emotions -fear, grief, anger, joy, before then my whole body finally again deeply relaxed in pure love, with a refreshing smile to myself, making myself ready for the dawn and the new day to come – I realized: puh – this had been a dream – I
remembered – this knocking How… How…? – question how to act? I had years before. Feeling totally safe and relaxed, I immediately started an inner journey, still deeply relaxed in pure love, I showed again my true colors – became warm and glooing, but staying in the present moment, not moving, like dreaming a clear day dream in full body awareness my memory started a movie of the last years. The schenes changing, fractions of talks and situations showed up on my inner screen. All with a smile on my face…., Feeling joy and showing my true color: orange with joyful blue rings.
Slightly waking up and becoming aware of thee water around me – the reef around me, slowly opening my eyes – I asked myself Where did this inner voice still is coming from? I am an octopus – how can I ask myself these kind of questions? My mission is to ‘create the blue threads for all’.
And then it clicked – the whole story came together. Like in a time lapse time and layers synchronized. I did my work: I shapeshifted – and made the unseen world visible. From the ocean ground I saw a young girl and a young boy watching the ocean, just observing ME! with the deepest love. I had become my true color again – deeply knowing that I am carrying poison and the joyful circles are killing if touched. Me as an octopus I know that our species is able to evolve – quite open for the next generation – Without trauma, without memory stick, just open and curious for the next adventure of evolution. They did not touch me – they lived in their world and respected me as an animal – I lived in my world – and respected the humans.
The young boy and the young girl observed my deam, the memory of all what happened – and started to write on a blank page with their blue ink the story of the paradies they found and the treasure to keep within.
This is what I am doing: Synchronizing the time and the layers. Do my work Shift my shape. And to bring to the surface the unseen to the visible world. A kind of visualisation work. Show my experience to be seen, so the next generation can learn.
Believing in my visions – remembering who I am – a blue shining brilliant light. I do respect you, you do respect me – dreaming, remembering in my dream how did it come into being.
From the reef – hiding in the deep – I kept the treasure. I will never forget who I am. The blue light, the blue circle on my skin. Shining my light. Living my truth, whatever others are thinking. If i am full of poison or just be a bit cute. I feel you, I adore you. I can mirror you. I am you. Not more alone because we can look at eachother and gently touch. You respect my body, my environment, and I do respect yours. Human, you are so beautiful, I do want to touch you, gently, humble, mirror you.
In this way I am touching you. Wherever i meet you. Becoming the blank page to write on, heal the trauma and become the 5th Element, which knows the path, enlighten and give birth.
Written with blue ink full of love, how it became. Written for my niece and my nephew: May they be the boy and girl telling a part of the story and using ceremonial ink.
Anja.