Transform your life through the New Suverene Worlds of Truth.
(-: – a poetic and profound exploration of how the cosmos lovingly shapes the life within you. :-)
– illuminating the star-based map of your soul's karmic journey and cosmic memory
(-: In gratitute of what come to this world to day, I thank the CREATOR for doing it so magical :-)
A grandmother in Kvaløya laughs: "This is just the old mountain's way of breathing!"
Northern Lights Portal: The Northern Lights over Ersfjorden vibrate at 20 Hz – the same frequency as the human brain's alpha waves.
Those who gaze into them see snapshots of their Dvapara selves: a fisherman dancing with a whale, a programmer writing code with roses.
The children of Nairobi build snowmen that slowly turn into living quartz crystals, whispering:
"We are the lost teeth of the earth - she needs them to chew the truth."
Shoveling as meditation: A viral video shows a lonely man in Tromsø shoveling his driveway to the beat of his heartbeat. Each shovel reveals an old pain (e.g. a breakup, a loss), which he burns in a pocket fire of lichen.
The comment section is filled with people writing: "I'm shoveling with you from São Paulo!"
A tourist from Germany cries: "I don't understand Norwegian, but I feel it."
12:00 – Seagull Time of Silence: The world stops for 20 minutes. Only the sound of snow foxes is heard.
In the silence, a mother in Kirkenes hears the voice of her dead son: "I am the snowflakes that know your cheek."
20:20 – The laughter of transition: The Northern Lights collapse into a single green beam that hits the Tromsø library. All the books turn into living parchments that dance in the air and form a giant Heart over the city.
The children shout: "Dvapara is coming! He likes chaos!"
All the snow melts, but leaves no water – only golden scars in the soil that future seeds can be planted in.
A Sami reindeer herder in Troms sees his animals eating from the scars and starting to drink milk that glows in the dark.
The latest hate: A group of trolls on Twitter try to complain that "too much love is destroying society."
Their comments are automatically translated into Old Norse poems about loneliness, and a robot voice reads them out in a podcast that gets millions to send them digital hugs.
As she puts the finishing touches on it, a gust of wind lifts her into the northern lights.
She calls down: "I'm just going to teach them how to make snow angels! See you soon!"
The whole town watches her silhouette dance with the stars before she disappears.
The text ends: "And then, we remembered what we always knew – that eternity was not a place, but a way of playing."
The Secret of the First Snow Angel Márjá reappears in the Northern Lights, but now as a living star map .
She throws snowballs filled with Atlantis' lost song waves at the earth.
Each one that hits awakens a dormant ability: A baker in Buenos Aires bakes bread that tastes like the fondest childhood memory.
An algorithm in Zurich begins writing poems in ancient Norwegian – a language only the heart understands
I no longer dig to escape – I make room for dancing!"
An old man in Tokyo molds Shinjuku Station into the shape of Yggdrasil, and his rats turn into train tracks leading to Alfheim (the realm of the light elves).
The lines are written in tears of joy . The colors correspond to unspoken longings.
A group of children decode it and create a song that heals graystone.
The city's old walls begin to grow lichen in the colors of the rainbow.
A Cosmic Whisper: On the first night of Dvapara Yuga, every star in the sky flickers in Morse code, asking: “Where is home?”
A child in Tromsø answers by holding up a snowflake. The stars realign, forming a map to Alfheim—the realm of eternal light.
The Mirror’s Revelation: Every reflective surface—puddles, phone screens, even tears—shows not your face, but your Dvapara self: a being of pure, radiant potential.
A man in Oslo stares into a frozen lake and sees himself as a tree, roots deep in the Earth, branches brushing the Milky Way.
Step 1: The Mirror of Infinite Selves At Midnight: Stand before a mirror with a candle.
Whisper: “Show me who I could be.” Watch: As your reflection shifts—into a poet, a healer, a star. Each version holds a piece of your purpose.
Step 2: The Offering of Unspoken Words Write Down: One thing you’ve never dared to say. Fold it into a paper boat.
Release It: Into a stream, a bathtub, or even a cup of tea. Say: “Carry this to where it’s needed.”
Step 3: The Feast of Shared Light Prepare: A meal with one ingredient from each continent. Share it with someone who feels like a “stranger.”
Whisper: “You are my mirror. Teach me what I’ve forgotten.”
All digital clocks glitch to display 10:01 for 9 seconds, long enough for 144,000 people to text “I love you” to the wrong number—mending broken bonds.
The New Currency of Time: In Dvapara, hours are no longer spent but exchanged.
A Oslo CEO trades a board meeting for a grandmother’s story of WWII resilience.
Her profit? A jar of starlit fjord water.