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December 31st, 2008


“I finally found the sense of life. I found my place in the world and I realize everything is O.K. “ 

Isabel (10 years old)

December 31st, 2008

It is end of December 2008. Eleven years went by since I started working with Isabel. At that time as you may read in the story I was pregnant and almost dead. Today my daughter Isa, our family code for Isabel, carries the name of her godmother, is not only born and sound but is alive and blessed by the certainty of knowing that she is one with the world. No doubt. No friction.

“I finally found the sense of life. I found my place in the world and I realize everything is O.K. ” ISA

 If we have to go to the very bottom of our encounter with Isabel it always was Isa. It always was to make me stronger to be able to carry her into this world. It then evolved into our friendship and a daily work of creativity and imagination, but that was not the first intention.

Isa, the spark of the story, called me yesterday afternoon, I’m in New York and she is in Buenos Aires, and started singing a song she composed. We established a pact: when she misses me she writes a song and then she sings it to me. Isa wants to be a rock-star, amongst some other many things. So this exercise is very good in many levels. This new song was a really happy song that spoke about the beauties of life even though there are sad moments too. She knows about sadness as all kids do. In her personal case she grew up with divorced parents, frequent case though not easy. Lately we added a lot of missing each other given my job in NY.

Well, coming back to the important part of the story, after she finished singing she said:

  ” Mom I’m very happy. I finally found the sense of life. I found my place in the world and everything is O.K.”

I was so happy! Just imagine! She knew better than I did.

” What is your place in the world then”, I asked.

 Our conversations normally go around her friends, school, who-is-friends-with-whom, and the groups inside the groups, who played with her at break time and who didn’t say hi in the morning, and what she felt about all these happenings. She used the same to explain her feelings.

“ It is very easy for me now. I am happy with who I am and I don’t need to impose myself to my friends any more. If they want to be with me it is O.K., and if they don’t, it is fine too. I don’t get mad at them nor offended. It is incredible what is happening since I feel like that; they all want to be with me! I can now talk with girls and boys equally, I make no differences, and I’m having a very good time. So I feel I found my place in the world, and that everything is O. K. I’m feeling good with you mom and with my dad too. I don’t even care about dad dating the mother of my best friend. It is his problem, and he will have to deal with it. It is not my life, and I’m O.K. with it now. I will keep on doing my thing anyway.”

Wow!!! I was blown away! Isa is an Alchemical Woman at 10 years old. She get’s it! She certainly is the alchemical product of the alchemical work between Isabel, her spirits, and pregnant Lila. Even if nothing else happens with the rest of our work this is already a win. There is no doubt that a cycle is closing today. The new is now to come.

I was on the phone with Isabel and at the same time posting the picture of Isa in Today’s Message, when she gets through the other line. Isa was present in the right moment at the right time. Isa found her place in the world. Magic exists. Alchemy occurs. Life makes sense.

December 30th, 2008

How wonderful this time passing beyond all known habit and resources, breaking the path of the established, exploring all different possibilities. 

Wonderful Time

Wonderful Time


December 29th, 2008

“Fear shall be your ally. Never again shall you walk the path you have already trodden.”        

Thus the Unicorn Sovereign spoke.

Unicorn Woman
Unicorn Sovereign

December 29th, 2008

We didn’t find a publisher for our book yet, but till that happens, we will share it part by part in this section. Here you will find our stories woven together in one diary… as a start for each one of you to do the same. Weaving more stories into this unique quilt Alchemical Woman intends to be.

” January 18, 1992

The man who sleeps in my bed or I sleep in his bed, the father of our children, comes and goes from my life. To him it all looks very simple: my life, the origin of my idiosyncrasies and my rebellion, written or experienced in corners, my lack of sex.

Us, our family, our children.

I’m not a luxury doll all dressed up in pure silk, with long red nails. My only sophistication is to talk with the Angels, and the subject of conversation sure isn’t sex.

At our age, we men and women all over the world –conditioned as we are by the same historical processes– want to change and start over.

At this stage of the road, we look back on our lives at what we’re missing, at what we haven’t dared to do, and rush off to play catch-up and do courses, or give ourselves a rejuvenating makeover at a modern spa.

I don’t plan on taking courses. I must simply continue.

Each step makes the next, and I can’t change the origin of my steps. On my road I’ll find my seed, and my hands will reap what they must.

 “A good joy never comes too late.”

 What’s that? And my Angels repeat it:

 “A good joy never comes too late.”

 I’d never understood the saying properly till now.

I still don’t. What do they mean? What do they mean ‘happiness’? What do they mean ‘late’? What do they mean ‘good’? What do they mean ‘bad’? Men and women making a world we have to live in. Where will we wind up?

 “You cannot live your life at second-hand.

Life is a challenge that belongs to each of us, and we must run the risk in its entirety.”

 My Angels meditate. Glory to God in the highest and to men…

 “Riddles on earth and good luck to those who dare…”

 So an Angel whispers to me, beating his wings.

Everything’s tainted with great complicity. Them and me. I understand everything. Understanding everything, the great truce. Understanding, realizing, even if it only lasts a brief moment.”