The Scrolls of Ahyeen - Steeped in Beauty

From the Scrolls of Ahyeen

These writings are not stories to consume. they are moments to inhabit.

They are not lessons either. They pulse as living fields.

Read slowly. Breathe them. Let them move through you.

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 Steeped in Beauty

 

She had been letting go of the idea that there is any other reality but that which she herself perceived and lived.

Vivianne was aware, of course, that there are many realities on this planet. As many as the number of human beings on Earth. Each one a creator in his or her own right.

It was therefore pointless to discuss the validity of the many points of view about wrong and right, good or bad and so on. Each one’s lived experience would continuously reflect what was truth or not.

But Vivianne also knew she was not here to do. Just to be – fully, and her truth resided in the knowing that requires no thought. In the silence that births every word. In the Presence that needs no proof.

She knew herself to be a part of the whole, inasmuch as the whole appearing as part.

And in each breath, illusion could dissolve into a stillness so profound, that timeless truth could reveal itself.

Nothing to define. Nothing to refine, Only to allow.

It was precisely in that allowing that Vivanne had run into the ongoing experience of beauty.

It was in the simplicity of each breath. In the bird song. In the starlit night. The moonless sky. The cloudy morning. The misty mountaintop. The dew drops on the petals of the hydrangeas along the road. It was in the singing wind. In the whispering caves. It was in the gorges where water rushed to meet the ocean and on the dramatic cliffs that improbable tress clung to. It was in the glorious sunlit lake, in the silver reflexion of the moon over the hills. It was in the pastures. On the rocks. In the salty air.

It was everywhere the eyes could behold, the skin could feel, the ears could sense, the mouth could savour. The body could feel the fragrance of Spirit through every pore and still know it was beyond the perception of its physicality.

The mind could accept that it could not understand such magnitudes and depths, but it could sometimes put words to what nevertheless remained inexpressible.

It didn’t matter. Each one had their own perceptions and reflexions to experience, and unless it felt personal, it belonged to the whole of All that Is.

Living unrushed brought Vivianne the awareness that time was a subjective discovery. Inexistent at the core but useful as a barometer that kept life’s pace as free or as confined as each one cared or chose to be.

And then, one way or another, beauty always came along to kiss her on the face and say “Do you see? This is your lived experience. Your reflexion. Your flow.”

One thing is knowing this deeply. With no judgement. No second guessing. No wondering how it can be so magnificent – one’s own reflexion. Another thing is actually seeing it, being immersed in it, living it in tangible form, with unquestionable clarity, with undeniable realness. Irrefutably. Not open for discussion. Just this. Everywhere. No matter where one turns. Present in each breath.

And this, inevitably brought up, sooner or later, the reevaluation. “What in my reality does not match this? What needs to go? What is resonating in synch with this truth and what is no longer valid or useful at this point?”

Because, you see, no matter how wise, aligned or embodied one is, whilst living life in full surrender, there are always waves of experience along the way that question which way we are really going to go. How deeply can we trust this magnificence in us and let it be just that, everywhere, anytime, in everything?

That, Vivianne smiled, is the whole point of living a human experience on Earth. Not making it perfect, but living it entirely. No matter what it is that is being reflected at any given moment.

And surely enough, right after this overwhelming immersion in inexpressible beauty, Vivianne too was confronted with the question: “Which trajectory do I want to take? What is not a clear reflexion of what my heart is showing me to be my fullest expression? What is coming up at this point, that I can finally let go of, in order to fall even deeper and wider into receptivity, trust, pure beingness embodied?”

She did not judge herself, or consider she had done something wrong that had set her off course at some point, even whilst navigating in full coherence and transparence with herself. Vivianne simply accepted that each challenge that presented itself was a part of the more that life was offering her. An answer to the question she had been asked over and over again whilst immersed in landscapes of unnamable beauty. Which was: “do you realise that this is your life entirely? Just this abundance of beauty and more and more of it wherever you turn, whatever you do? It is just this and more and more of this.”

It had brought tears to her eyes. Tears of recognition. Of awe. Of wonder. Of gratitude. Tears that kept on dissolving her into the awareness of herself as All of This that Is.

There was no other place or moment to be in. Just Presence. No need to escape anything. To escape Earth or physicality or to pretend not to be human because being Divine was more. It was actually the other way round. The Divine already was all there Is to Be. It was simply experiencing itself through human form as one more facet of immense possibilities. Or many more facets of infinite potentials materialized. Slowed down to the point of being visible and tangible. Wow! What a privilege, to be here to experience. To experience anything and everything.

And to come to this point she was at… Steeped in Beauty. Knowing this was all there was and more and more of this. Ultimately.

Vivianne took a deep breath and lay on the soft turf, within the volcano crater she was walking through in that moment, closed her eyes and just felt. All of it. And herself at one with it. Inseparable from her reality. And yet, infinite beyond time and space. Something one could only experience through a body with senses.

Her heart filled again and again with the joyful laughter of knowing herself Home. Steeped in Beauty. No questions. Just Peace. For Now. And an open heart for the experience and expression of more.

The Scrolls of Ahyeen - A Blueprint of Quietude

 

From the Scrolls of Ahyeen

These writings are not stories to consume. they are moments to inhabit.

They are not lessons either. They pulse as living fields.

Read slowly. Breathe them. Let them move through you.

---

 A Blueprint of Quietude

There are moments when I find myself experiencing nothing but quiet peacefulness. And in those moments which sometimes extend into hours and even days, nothing is more fulfilling than just savouring this.

There is a fullness in these paradoxically void pockets of existence, which nothing in the vast wide world can compare to or substitute.

Nothing to do. To think about. To understand. To achieve. To prove. To reach.

Just like that placid mirror on the surface of an absolutely still lake, on a warm day that feels so cozy, it could be the most comforting arms around you. And yet all there is is stillness in the midst of Nature. Supreme stillness.

No one else that should be here. No-thing missing. No other “where” to be.

A perfectly silent, awe inspiring quietude.

This is how I feel right now.

It is not the words I am using to sculpt the contours of this feeling, that can define it. And yet it remains somehow captured in a frame, here. Now. Like a photograph. And energetic blueprint.

The blank page with letters dancing onto it, becomes an entire landscape of something that is felt, beyond what is told.

And so it is.

 

The Scrolls of Ahyeen - Templeness

From the Scrolls of Ahyeen

These writings are not stories to consume. they are moments to inhabit.

They are not lessons either. They pulse as living fields.

Read slowly. Breathe them. Let them move through you.

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Templeness

It is not a place.

It is a space.

A space of Pure Presence.

This kind that tastes like rose scented tea and touches your skin with velvet softness.

A silence so profound, that your whole body cannot but sigh - relieved contentment.

It is safe. Finally safe.

Templeness emerges from within it. As if it were now the Cathedral walls of something so sacred that nothing else matters.

A state of Beingness where humanness is integral. The land and the landscape. Essential. 

Not Human. Not divine. All. As One.

Perceived and perception.

Creation and creator.

Not somewhere.

Not someone.

Not something.

Ah... a breath. Yes. This Breath. Your Breath. 

A Sigh of Wholeness - Episode 9 

The Scrolls of Ahyeen - Loud Whispers

 

From the Scrolls of Ahyeen

These writings are not stories to consume. they are moments to inhabit.

They are not lessons either. They pulse as living fields.

Read slowly. Breathe them. Let them move through you.

---

Loud Whispers

There was something about the wind that Magdal found alluring. The way it wildly swept across land, sky and sea unphased by any visible obstacles in its path. The fact that it could not be seen but definitely and undeniably felt. 

Its vastly wise spectrum of intensity, ranging from a mild serene softness that embraces, to a raging howl of massive strength that destroys without even the faintest trace of mercy. 

Today it was particularly windy. Stormy even. But instead of staying indoors, Magdal felt the urge to go out into the elements. And commune.

She decided to go to a particularly quiet place. Usually quiet. But not today though. Or so it seemed. 

When she arrived, she just stood still for a while. Contemplating the dancing trees.

They seemed to be intent on holding themselves firmly in the ground, in spite of the wind's sweeping gusts that threatened to uproot them. 

Undisturbed by the intensity of the tempest, Magdal stepped onto the green path, softly woven with moss and the first sprinkles spring, expecting to be shaken to the root, just like the trees around her. 

Instead, she experienced a surprising stillness, her hair hardly ruffled by the breeze, whilst all around her the evidence of nature's strength defied comprehension. 

As she walked, Magdal literally experienced herself as the eye of the storm, where all is calm and safe, and though she was moving, progressing forward with each step, still the quietude remained about her, like a moving bubble of quiet solace amidst the surrounding wild dance of invisible currents.

This was the lived experience of being Presence in the flesh.

Something she would not have believed if she herself were not amidst what might have seemed impossible to envision... and yet it was real.

Magdal imagined what it could be like, on Earth, if many more dropped into this same resonant coherence of Presence. And she smiled. Because though she knew it might perhaps be a very distant potential, Magdal was certain to the very core of her Beingness that inasmuch as she was experiencing it, it was possible. And that in itself sufficed. 

There was no intent to force, to fight, to impose, to prove or even to defy. It just was what it was. And this was enough. 

São Jorge – Island of the Living Edge

 

São Jorge – Island of the Living Edge

There is a land that does not rise to the sky,
nor collapse into itself -
but stretches, long and narrow,
between what holds and what releases.

A blade of earth in the Atlantic,
where the island does not ask you to expand
or to stand - but to walk the line.

Come.
Feel what it is to live where both sides are always near.
Where nothing can be avoided.
Where presence is not a state - but a balance.

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What Moves Along the Fajãs

🌿 The Fajãs as Threshold Fields

At the base of the cliffs, where land meets sea, the fajãs whisper a different language:

Not ascent.
Not descent.
But arrival through passage.

You do not remain unchanged when you reach them.
Something in you must let go of the height to touch the simplicity below.

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🌊 The Edge Between Elements

Here, Earth does not dominate Water. Water does not erode Earth.

They meet - continuously.

This island teaches contact without collapse.
Closeness without losing form.
Fluidity without dispersing.

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🍃 The Long Body of the Island

São Jorge does not spiral or expand. It extends.

It invites you into a different intelligence:
not depth, not verticality - but continuity.

To remain.
To traverse.
To stay with what unfolds from one end… to the other.

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The Quiet Invitation

This is the island of integration in motion.

Not the stillness of Faial.
Not the precision of Pico.

But the lived question:

Can you remain whole
while walking the edge of experience?

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What Awakens Within

🌗 Equilibrium Without Fixation

You do not choose one side.
You do not resolve the tension.

You become the space that holds both.

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🜁 Relational Presence

Here, you feel others more clearly.
Because you feel yourself more precisely in proximity.

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🜃 Embodied Continuity

Not a moment of awakening - but a sustained presence through changing terrain.

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You Are Not Here to Arrive

You are here to walk.
To feel the subtle adjustments.
To remain awake as the ground shifts beneath you.

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Welcome to the Island where wholeness is not found in stillness or in standing - but in moving without losing yourself.

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If Faial whispers:
“You are safe to be immense”

And Pico affirms:
“You are safe to be exact”

Then São Jorge asks:

“Can you remain yourself - even here, at the edge?”

 

Pico - Island of the Vertical Flame

 

Pico – Island of the Vertical Flame

There is a land where the Earth does not rest wide,
but rises.

It does not dominate -
it remembers direction.

Where fire once moved upward through stone,
and never truly ceased.
Where stillness does not spread -
it ascends.

Here, the mountain does not call you to expand.
It calls you to align.

Come.
Stand where the Earth chose to become a line between worlds.
Let your spine remember what it is to be a pillar -
effortlessly... inevitably.

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What Breathes Through the Mountain

🔥 The Axis of Living Fire

Pico is not dormant. Its fire has not disappeared - it has become interior.

This is the island of contained intensity, where what once erupted now focuses. It is not scattered power - it is directed presence.

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⛰️ The Mountain as a Spine of the Earth

This is not a peak to conquer. It is a vertical remembering.

To be here is to feel your own axis - beyond posture. As truth.

The mountain does not ask you to climb. It asks you to stand.

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🌑 Lava Fields as Crystallised Motion

All around, the land shows you what happens when movement becomes form.

Fire slowed into stone. Intensity shaped into structure.

Here, you meet the part of you that no longer needs to move to be powerful.

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The Quiet Invitation

This is not the island where you dissolve.

This is the island where you become precise.

Where your energy does not expand endlessly, but gathers, aligns, and moves through you without distortion.

You do not become vast here.

You become true.

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What Awakens Within

❤️ The Inner Flame, Undisturbed
The fire that holds steady within. Not outward.

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🜂 Clarity Without Effort
Where confusion cannot sustain itself, because the axis is felt.

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🌌 Embodied Direction
No path to follow - just a line you already are.

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You Are Not Here to Rise

You are here to realise that you have always been standing.

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Welcome to the Island where the Earth remembers how to become vertical.

Where fire becomes stillness, and stillness becomes direction.

Welcome to Pico.

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If Faial whispered:
“You are safe to be immense”

Pico responds:

“You are safe to be exact.”

And as One, they reflect You.  

The Scrolls of Ahyeen - Existence 5.0

 

From the Scrolls of Ahyeen

These writings are not stories to consume. they are moments to inhabit.

They are not lessons either. They pulse as living fields.

Read slowly. Breathe them. Let them move through you.

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Existence 5.0

“Existence is naturally supportive”.

As Hadael stood on the shore, contemplating the rawness of the wild waves before him, he finally completely understood.

“Existence is naturally supportive.” Of course! How could it not be? This was the whole point of experiencing oneself. To be fully supported, irrespective of the nature of the experience itself. Which meant that it was not about existence bringing forth one’s wants, desires or perceived needs. It was about it supporting whatever it is that was believed to be true, possible and impossible. Because… well, very simply, because we exist. Infinitely. Eternally.

“I exist, therefore, existence is supportive”. Existence and “I exist” were, in fact, one and the same thing.

This meant that fear of something “going wrong” – the widely cherished “what if” – was ultimately fear of oneself. Because reality, physical reality, though illusionary, was built entirely on the reflective principle that it mirrors what one believes to be true.

Hadael felt elated at his discoveries. Not really discoveries. Rather, clear awarenesses. This changed everything! If all it took was reviewing why he was holding on to a certain belief that he had concluded no longer served him, but yet was still in place, then it was simple. He was well aware also that one always, invariably, chooses what one believes to be better for oneself. Always. With no exception.

So, if something was happening in his life, which he knew was not better for him and he was choosing something else he knew to be better but still could not set himself entirely free from the other thing he wanted to be done with, it was because some part of him still believed that that was more productive, in other words better, than what he knew was better but still wasn’t able to embrace entirely as his truth. Boiling it all down to “existence is naturally supportive”, of whatever one believes to be true.

Hadael had managed to set himself free from many many beliefs – of separating himself from the mass consciousness overlays that had determined his infancy and younger years, constructed purely on following what others seemed to know and which seemed to work for the majority. This thing of accepting what was commonly believed to be the right way to be his way had been quite uncomfortable for him. So uncomfortable that it had driven him into himself, in search of some other way. Some other truth. Something that felt more real in his heart, that made more sense in his own particular perception.

As much as inconformity had been uncomfortable too, going along with what everyone followed as true, had been even worse. This is how Hadael had managed to jump onto a different track – much like we see in a thriller, where two trains cross each side by side in opposite directions, and the hero somehow manages to jump onto the other train, while it is in motion, leaving behind his “enemies” on the other train, who are not able to follow him in his new direction.

Still, it sometimes felt overwhelming and confusing to be in-between both worlds – his own and the world at large.

It was getting easier and easier, though. To perceive that in fact he was creating his own world, his own reality, with each leap of faith into whole new perceptions which he decided to live by, saying goodbye to doubt and letting go of the fear of what is commonly called the unknown.

It was not really unknown. Otherwise his Soul would not guide him to go in that direction. What it felt like to experience it was unknown. But it was completely safe, productive and a joyful discovery for sure. It was a matter of frequency. Of alignment with a higher frequency of consciousness. And of allowing life to unfold from this field instead of from the field of fearful survival.

It really was not hard to understand. It’s like those games with levels in which one can only see the new reality of the next level once one has left the previous one completely. This new level determines itself with no need to attach to the prior one. Everything in it is different. Like the difference of a sunny day versus a cloudy one. Not that one is better than the other. It is just completely different.

When being in a frequency of peacefulness, joy, love, expansive creative passion, there is no space for fear, worry, anxiety, depression or other such feelings. And the first creates its own reflexion, as does the latter. Really simple to understand.

Sometimes, when an aha moment like this comes along, everything becomes so clear that it is hard to even relate to what was in place before we could see clearly. It is literally a new dimension of experience. Hadael realised that the only difference between setting sail and navigating entirely in the new reality that shows itself in clarity, and relapsing into old patterns, was just whether there was still any lingering belief that pushed him towards what had been known as a default setting or whether all such beliefs had been addressed and let go of, in peaceful recognition. This last bit was key, because when a belief is addressed and feared or rejected in anger, it still has a charge, an opponent. And whatever has an opponent remains in place to faithfully fulfill it position in the battling interaction. Only absolute acceptance and compassionate liberation could completely dissolve the need to hold onto a belief that had so far served a valid purpose, until it became unnecessary and was thankfully released from its duties.

Hadael felt like dancing! He felt like becoming the foam on the surf of the waves he was contemplating and just enjoying the elation of aliveness he now felt! Ah sweet realization! “Existence is naturally supportive”.

With a big sparkling smile, Hadael began to walk back home, knowing that his day would be all the more joyful for the sense of being supported and fully responsible for what he chose to hold onto and to let go of into the blending machine of existence.