Que el poder, acompañe los esfuerzos de los Grandes Seres. Así es, así sea, así será y que cada uno cumplamos con nuestra misión.

Let power attend the efforts of the Great Ones. So it was, so it is and so let it be, and help us to do our part.

In every lineage, from time to time, every now and then, a soul is summoned. They are the outliers, whispering to their ancestors: "This heals in and with me"

Together, they dance the ancient rhythm: fire and water, stillness and storm, logic and longing.

This Easter, I don’t just remember the Christ as savior, but as mirror of what becomes possible, when we let Love undo us, when we die to all that is false. And I remember the Magdalene: The one who stayed. The one who saw. The one who did not need a pulpit to be Holy.

In this state of transit, the time has come, to take a step further, and transcend.

You are not lost. You have only forgotten. But the song remembers.

With your old ways, and our new ways, together we pave, the timeless path, to walk each other, back home. Band of all. Whole Band. Bandorai.

Tres en uno. Uno en tres. Danzando, siendo, Trinidad.