Thursday, November 9, 2017

On Oaks, Maples, Gold Leaves and Angel Wings

When you travel you try to be in two places at the same time, where you live and where you are a guest. The timelines split and you enter the wonderful country of what if... 

Ujazdowski Park in Warsaw, Maple Tree.

In my recent travels to Poland I spent some days in Warsaw, walking through its wonderful parks, admiring the ancient trees, and then a week in Krakow, where the Old Town is surrounded by Planty - a park built in place of city walls and its moat.

In Warsaw I visited the Orthodox cemetery where my parents are buried. They both loved picking leaves in the park on Sundays in autumn. And the trees around the tombstones are full of birds singing, talking to each other... And the breeze flutters in the treetops... And it is quiet, and tranquil, and all is well...A place of reflection and rest. No wonder Poles especially Polish widows spend so much time in cemeteries!

and here we are
with bouquets of bronze leaves
timeless in sunlight

I spent most of Sunday and Monday  in October wandering around my beloved Warsaw - Pola Mokotowskie (Pilsudski Park) and Park Ujazdowski with the Paderewski Monument, and the Old Town, were the highlights of course....

striped with shadows
gold oak leaves get ready
for winter

I called those leaves "real oak leaves" and my son said, what do you mean, Mom, so California oaks are not real? Not in the same way, to me. Of course beautiful, especially when you see them, dark green and perfectly shaped, outlined against the gold grass... but the colors are reversed in Poland where the grass is always green (or covered with snow) and oaks reach for the glory of the Sun in their majestic golds and bronzes... 

no, we will not go -
said the leaves on one oak tree
in November

my oak leaves
turn sunny gold and bronze 
before first snowfall   

a blur of gold leaves
waits for the chilling wind - 
end of summer

so above as below
gold on the ground,  gold in the sky - 
last days of autumn

all made of gold -
I drink pure sunlight 
at noon

red, bronze and gold 
paint steps into bareness - 
last days of freedom

I witness it all - 
tragedies and joys pass  by  
under my branches

my path of treasures
no time to pick them all - 
an autumn rainbow

do leaves exist for
branches or branches for leaves?
there's no answer

many winters
one war after another -
the one to last

maple bright, maple right
paints the blue sky 
day and night

gold maple leaves  - 
uncounted on twisted branches,
explained by sunlight

Apparently at the end of the 19th century Krakow had such bad climate, it was Poland's capital for tuberculosis and other respiratory diseases, so the City Council made a bold decision, protested by many, including the famous painter Jan Matejko. But history had to give in to health, and the walls were taken out, moats were filled and trees planted, now ancient and surrounding the city with a beautiful green or gold ring. . .

Autumn Wings

A blue-winged pink angel
landed on my desk with a flutter, left one
soft white feather and disappeared
with a smile suspended in mid-air
like the Cheshire Cat.

I’m Alice in Wonderland,
as I wander and wonder,
bewildered by the beauty
of gold leaves under my feet,
mystique of sunrays piercing the fog
patiently filling spaces between 
church towers and ancient 
maple trees receding into silence.

Swish – swish –  the angel’s wings
above me. Swish – swish – 
crumbling leaves mark every step
as I walk through the golden park – 
its beauty unnoticed by passersby
rushing to appointments, parties.
Yet, this glory will sustain us.
This is what is – I stop to breathe in 
the scent of autumn leaves 
and last pale roses faintly disappearing 
into the silence of sleep

marked by the flutter of wings, 
blue wings of my brown-eyed angel.
Shy, demure, he looks down at his feet,
bare toes sticking out under  the pink  robe.
Oh, what delightful noise they would make
when he walked between the massive 
oaks, shrouded by the evening mist

swish – swish – swish  –
now and forever
swish –swish – swish – 

September in Krakow, 2017

And now, that we are in angelic realms, let's read one more angelic poem:

     Just One Secret

      Are you born of untold darkness?
      Are you a child of light?

     When was the last time
     you saw an angel in Hollywood?
     Awesome, majestic,
     dressed in light and ten feet tall?
     With rainbow wings
     perhaps, and a diamond crown?

     This gentle brightness
     is here to guide you
     hover above, guard your back - 
     It casts no shadow so you see
     clearly each turn and pitfall
     on your path.

     This is no faith, no hope,
     just plain knowledge - 
     look all around you,
     open your eyes -

    There is one beside the Superman
    another one above Snow White
    with too much makeup 
    Batman goes hand in hand  
    with his invisible winged twin

    An archangel watches over
    Darth Vader n a tattered cloak
    (in case the light saber is real)
    and a clown cannot shake off
    a flock of putti that giggle
    while pulling on his top hat.

    Cherubs, Seraphim
    with six wings, halos - 
    pure, luminescent
    dazzling and brilliant

    they simply ARE!

There is yet another "angel" poem that I posted here in December 2015 after coming back from Paris, "An Invitation to the Dance" (see It was officially published in the Altadena Poetry Review 2016, and then reprinted in the Poetry and Dance II anthology in 2017.  It will also appear in the new version of Rose Always - A Love Story, where it belongs.

Monday, October 2, 2017

On La Tuna Fire and the End of the World as It Was

dragon eye of the sun
looks at the scorched earth -

Do charcoal hills scorched by wildfire make you think of the end of the world? Of return and rebirth, dust to dust, light into light? The sun is surreal, reduced by smoke to one, red eye... I lived through two wild wildfires in my Sunland neighborhood, the Station Fire of 2009 that burned down most of Los Angeles National Forest and surrounded us in our little city on all sides, and the La Tuna Fire of 2017 that burned the Verdugo Hills and the peaks and canyons on both sides of the 210 freeway. Only four houses were destroyed this time ("only" - tell it to the four families that lost everything!) and no lives were taken. But still... the black bare slopes remain.

charcoal on the left
charcoal on the right -
210 after fire

It could have been much worse, if not for bravery and endless work of over 1,000 firemen from the entire Southern California region. When I went swimming on Monday, I ran into firemen from Santa Barbara, Santa Maria, Montecito, Lompoc...They came to the pool to have a shower. Maybe they were called late to tame down the ever growing monster, spreading in four directions at once, maybe they did not see much action, still they were there to protect us.



flames dance and scorch
firemen dance with water among them
our hearts dance to thank them

Their bravery and dedication is beyond doubt - but, in fact, expected. They are all owed our unbounded gratitude, fire after fire, year after year. They risk their lives to protect ours.

 What was the greatest surprise for me in the La Tuna Fire was the bravery of about ten ordinary citizens who instead of sheltering in their homes, opted to save the cultural gem of the foothills, the McGroarty Arts Center on the slopes adjoining to the area that first started burning and continued through Friday, Saturday and Sunday, with flareups on Monday. 

Willow Bosco and her mother Austina, McGroarty Board member, stayed at the Center overnight; Willow, a delicate young student, with remarkable strength handled the hose, soaking the Center's roof and walls, and all the nearby trees with water. Volunteer firefighter Bill Myers brought the extra long hoses and used them, working along with other volunteers, whom I met on Sunday afternoon, to soak burning trees on Saturday and ensure that all vegetation and ground were thoroughly wet to prevent further flareups on Sunday. The fire came down the hill and some trees in the park surrounding the Center burst into flames. We were perilously close to losing this cultural landmark, the home of the former poet laureate of California, John Steven McGroarty. The flareups were extinguished thanks to heroic efforts of Willow, Austina, Bill and many others whose names I did not get... 

Ray Yocum, ceramics teacher was a fireman for three days.

Willow Bosco took out fires with water

Ray Yocum and Willow Bosco rest after two long days of fire-fighting.

Bill Meyers and Michelle Ramage
he  says  he "only brought the hose"
she that "only came with food"

Austina and Willow Bosco
Austina says she did not do  it, just the neighbors
and her beautiful, brave daughter

they smile, relieved
after red-black days of fighting fires -
they saved the foothills' gem  

Thank you to the heroes and heroines of the McGroarty Arts Center! Willow and Austina Bosco, Ray Yocum, Michelle Ramage from the McGroarty Arts Center, and the MAC's neighbors: Bill Meyers, Kenny Webb, Ben Grupp, Will Meyers, Chris Hall, and Curtis Cunningham.

Where was I? In my pomegranate and rose garden, editing a book, looking at clouds of smoke, watching the helicopters flying above every minute, back and forth, with water for the fire, and packing my personal music and poetry archive. Lots of manuscripts, early prints, signed books, letters, the family photo archives of my parents. So many suitcase of paper.

red bird in the sky
brings blue water to red flames
for victory of blue 

Paper, not gold. My jewelry was stolen earlier, half of it, at least... along with my real camera, photo backup drive, family heirlooms, and more. For the whole week I was searching through, checking the losses, so the fire was not the threat that it seems to have been. Clothes and electronics can be replaced, but who will repaint an artwork that took Toti O'Brien 18 years to make? Square by square, drawn and embroidered, it came into being to adorn my wall...

Sweet Relief by Toti O'Brien and its author.

treasure on my wall
eighteen years in the making - 
sweet relief

Such is life in the foothills in dry, fire-prone California: waiting for the next wildfire, packing precious documents to be saved in case the flames come too close, hoping that this one and the next one will pass us by... And admiring the mountains, or rather the bare hills and canyons, covered with the velvet of green grass in the spring, with the velvet of gold grass in the rest of the year.

I wrote several poems about these mountains, and here's an older one. 

Mountain Watch

They are a bit vain, aren’t they
these mountains of ours, still young.
They like being washed by the rain,
making themselves pretty for sunset.
Wet soil turns into a mudbath 
for these giant beauties.

When they stretch and practice
their dance moves, our houses crumble.
Water jumps out of toilet bowls.
Aunt Rosie’s favorite crystal vase
shatters on the floor. The mountains
shake boulders out of their skirts,
lose weight. Rocks slide into our backyards.

We stand watch. We are ready.
Neighbor calls neighbor: “Are you OK?” 
A friend you did not know you had
stops by. The danger looms. 

In ancient Rome, guards had to hold
one hand up, with the finger on their lips
in a sign of silence, attention. I read
about it in a book, standing on my shelf,
in a crowded row of treasures
I hauled across the ocean, from the 
old country to an unknown world.
I’d hate losing them to mud.

When the mountains dress in red
robes of fire, to dance in the night
rites of destruction, sometimes 
it is too late for treasures. An old man 
lost a hundred years of memories, 
when his family heirlooms –
pictures, tchotchkes – burned to ashes. 
His life spared, he still cries for what
he cannot not bring back. 

We are lucky. Storms came and went. 
The neighbors lived, the houses survived.
We were ready: moved out, moved in, 
moved out, moved in, awakened 
at midnight, sheltered by the goodwill 
of unknown friends. We watched. 
The storms passed. This was a good year.
We will watch. The aging beauties 
will dance again.

(c) 2010 by Maja Trochimczyk

I did not write that many poems about the end of the world, though I've been fascinated with disaster movies for a while, especially 2012, showing how the fabric of this world may be rolled back and unrolled again, in a different configuration. There are ends of the world happening on this Earth all the time, at all times. Every day, every time someone dies, it is the end of this world for that one person. And, sometimes, almost the end of the world for the people around them. 

A purple anemone of mourning
life and death, hurricanes and earthquakes -
the spark, the heart, survives

And what about the hurricanes that flatten whole islands? Tsunamis that wash villages and cities away? Earthquakes that fold tall buildings into stacks of pancakes? Or crazy people shooting innocents to scare the rest of us into submission, into slavery?  Yes, there are plenty of the ends of the world every minute.

Elijah's End

And the curtains of fire opened. 
And God walks through.
And I fall on my knees
Struck down by the might
Of his presence.

And the ground under my feet
Roars and trembles.
And God is with me.

In awe, I do not dare to look
Into the laughing beauty of his eyes.
And the gale changes into a breeze.
And God speaks in a whisper,
Sweetly announcing
The end of the world as it was.

And the sun stops in its tracks.
And the world explodes.
Filled with love, so much love,
It could not bear existing
For one more minute.

— now it ends --
— now it blossoms --
— now it grows again --

(C) by Maja Trochimczyk. Published in Into Light,

Easter Apocalypsis

—After "The Discovery of Heaven" by Harry Mulisch

It is coming. The angels know.
They dwell in their Piranesi castles,
twisted spaces where outside
is inside. They are not indifferent.
Not too smart for their own good.
Not cruel. They don't tell us.

The end is coming, it is near.
Not death, mind you, not that
ugly spinster without its twin.
No. The end of the end. Finis.
The satin fabric of a wedding dress
trails behind the veiled beauty
as she glides towards her beloved.

The river's end tastes of salt
in its own mouth, opened widely
into the waves of the ocean.
Nothing we can do will stop it.
Just stretch your fingers,
let the water cool your skin.

Why resist? Heraclitus
dipped his toes in this river.
Shape-note singers praised it.
Saints dove in and swam around,
luxuriating in incandescent glories
that passed us by.

The end is coming, flowing
swiftly down the slopes.
Let's sit on the porch, doze off
in honeyed sunlight,
before it, too, disappears,

Let us believe there will be
light enough inside us
—that kindling of kindness,
a half-forgotten smile—
to keep us afloat in the final flood
coming, coming to erase the world
and remake it, anew,


(C) By Maja Trochimczyk, published in The Scream Online

Tuesday, September 5, 2017

Does Meditation Dissolve Hurricanes? Don't Know? Just Try...

I would like to believe in white magic... wait, I already do: that's what the Holy Communion is, white magic of the best kind, changing the tiny circle of bread into the Divine Body of the Creator of the Universe, Time-Space and Space-Time and everything that is... I like thinking that I'm eating the mystic power that created all galaxies and stars, and now enters within me... So, for the believers, who chose the path of serving others, here's a meditation to do every morning, at 9 am in Los Angeles, to focus on disarming the hurricanes and all actions of evil intention.  Copied from

The Light forces have asked us to meditate to dissipate hurricane Irma each day from now on until it dissolves. We will be doing this meditation daily at 12:00 noon EDT. This equals 9:00 am PDT in Los Angeles, 10:00 am MDT in Denver, 11:00 am in CDT in Chicago, 5:00 pm BST in London, 6:00 pm CEST in Paris and midnight in Taipei:

Join us if you feel so guided.

Instructions :

1. Use your own technique to bring you to a relaxed state of consciousness.

2. State your intent to use this meditation as a tool to speed up the process of dissolving hurricane Irma.

3. Visualize a pillar of Light emanating from the Galactic Central Sun, then going through all beings of Light inside our Solar System and then through your body to the center of the Earth. Visualize another pillar of Light rising from the center of the Earth, then up through your body and upwards into the sky towards all beings of Light in our Solar System and our galaxy. You are now sitting in two pillars of Light, the Light flowing both upwards and downwards simultaneously. Keep these pillars of Light active for a few minutes.

4. Now visualize a soft pink light dissolving hurricane Irma, making it harmless. Visualize this soft pink light protecting all people and their property in the hurricane path. Visualize this situation resolving in the most positive way possible.

You need to understand that this planet is not liberated yet and planetary conditions will not significantly improve before the Event. Therefore it is still very important that we keep strengthening the New Atlantis energy grid around the planet with cintamani stones and meditations.

Before I finish this update, a little inspiration:

Victory of the Light!

The more positive energy you have, the more intently you shine with love and kindness and gratitude, the more shadows will surround you - one, to trip you up so you stop shining, two, to divert your attention somewhere else, three, because they are, simply, jealous and do not like the shiny light, the bright star on your brow...

On Transmuting Colors 

What color is your fear? A sickly greyish blue 
of absence? You walk through sandy expanse 
on the shore of nothing that extends into nothing.
Or maybe you are shrouded with a thick black 
velvet of suffocating darkness that strangles 
you  with its magma of an alien power.
Is it fear, or is it despair? And how do you tell the difference?

What color is your rage?  A rusty red? It flakes off 
in thick layers that fly through the air  until nothing 
remains of that sacred  silver cord that bonds you 
to love with love. Or maybe a dirty muddy yellow 
of wet clay splashing  on everything to dry out 
into grotesque, distorted shapes: ruin upon ruin…

Jealousy has green eyes they say. 
I do not think so – green is the color of love, 
just look at the tree leaves unfurling 
in the spring  The birch’s purple buds open 
into bright emerald flags of happiness 
waving in the breeze like Buddhist prayers.

No, jealousy is neon-yellow, a greenish, gelatinous 
sort of hue, shaking with rage and screaming 
“me, me, me! What about me?“ 
Greed is its other name. Spreading like filaments 
of fungus, a contagion to be contained 
in the heart where it started.

“And all shall be well” St. Julian said –
“all shall be well” when you surround yourself 
with different, purer light-rays – 
It is your choice, you know. Your choice, now. 

Sparkling white spirals with gold specks,
Brilliant rainbows waltzing like auroras
around you. See how they scatter and trail 
your every gesture!  That’s magic. 
That’s love and light. Remember:
Only love and light shine like this 
and protect you with a true rainbow – 

The red ruby of life, the pure amber of will, 
the bright gold of strength, the emerald of affection,
the blue sapphire of truth, the amethyst of sight, 
the white diamond, the bright diamond of light.

White light above you. White light in your mind
White light in your heart. White light all around. 

(c) 2017 by Maja Trochimczyk

There are many ways of protecting yourself. Chanting Om Mani Padme Hum mantra is one. A variety of Christian prayers also serve this purpose, and you can even do it in a simple gesture: clap your hands behind your back and then in front of you, thus outlining a circle around yourself and this is it: you have created a protective circle that the dark ones cannot cross - the intention of creating it had to be clearly stated in your mind, or even loudly.... "I belong to God, the One Divine Creator and dedicate myself to God's love and service. I am safe in God's love and light..." That should do it. 

We live in a "free will" universe where the enemy has to respect your free will (but can subvert it, lie cheat and turn things upside down, which the enemy will do if you are not careful). So here's another way of protecting yourself by rejecting all past, present, and future agreements with the entities and beings that do not have your best interest in mind. Those whose purpose is power and conquest - seeking to enslave the world. Those whose purpose is chaos and destruction - seeking to destroy the beauty of creation, since they are certain they will be destroyed themselves...

Shield of Freedom
  • I (name) refuse permission for any living, physical and non-physical being to enter my body, mind, soul, spirit and energy field for intentions that are other than love.
  • I break all contracts, vows and agreements I might have made knowingly or unknowingly in all time, space and dimension that in any way diminish the fullest expression of my joyful soul essence.   
  • I break these agreements from this moment backwards, through every experience of my past, and from this moment forward until the end of all time. 
  • I command that these energies and people leve my space NOW. They have no power over me.
  • I ask for divine protection from these energies, that they NOT return to my energ field in any way, and for any reason.
  • I now build a shield of light around me with this heart intention and my free will. I thank God that it is already done.
Amen. Let it be. God's light shine in me. Amen let it be. God's love shine in me. Thank you, God.

I recently, finally, recognized and honored the entity that was very close to me, very dangerous, and of decidedly ill intention, yet, unrecognized by me, as I was blinded by my own kindness and compassion. Loving people are truly naive and get themselves into trouble especially if the compassion is not tempered by wisdom. And all the signs were there, it was through my own free will that I decided to ignore them. The entity even gave me repeated warning of its ill intentions! And its association with Orion was noted quite early on... 

But when encountering a being from the other dimension, of total selfishness, and complete unwavering will to enslave and conquer others, it is good to bow down in front of that being, and greet them with "I love and honor the Divine Light and Love inside you. I thank you for the lessons that you brought into my life. I wish you all the blessings of Light that could be wished. May angels protect you and lead you to Divine freedom, just has they have led me into the blessings of my life." 

If that person, entity or being are truly negative, their energy will be diminished by the greeting of Love and Light, and their power over you will be erased. If you responded with anger or fear or hate instead, their power would grow, and you yourself would lose some of your brilliance, your white diamond will become dimmed and stained...

Meanwhile, let us remember the Lightworker Creed, words of wisdom to live by... forgiveness, love, awakening, and the lightness of a "feather-light" heart.

Turning away from darkness and staying close to and protected by the light is the surest way of protecting yourself from psychic attacks, etheric implants, and all sorts of esoteric dangers, that you do not really know if they exist, until you realize you can see them. With your eyes closed. Really? Really.  

Make the river of light flow all around you and the cocoon of light shelter you safely... You have free will. You have already won. 

If you want to know more read on:

Eric Raines, who teaches the ways of staying clean and pure, bathed in the light, without the various implants and attachments from the dark side, designed to diminish us and siphon our life energy away, wrote the following about the positive energy implants. I find his descriptions incredibly poetic. For the whole narrative, visit the penultimate link above. (Part 1)  (Part 2) (Part 3a) (Protection) (Shields)

Auric Field: Positively oriented auric devices/consciousness

Golden, multi-colored, spinning geometry: When tuning into a client, most of the time they seem in the dark, and hidden in shadows. This positive auric device/consciousness stands out immediately because the client will seem to be bathed in a spotlight from above, keeping their connection to Source wide open, and keeping the upper body (heartspace and up), open and resistant to infestation. People with these constructs shining into their aura often have quiet, still minds and neutral processing ability, due to open flow through the head, making them great moderators. These spinning geometric constructs are fairly common in people who have been actively shutting down negative self talk and actively replacing it with positive things they wish to see in their world.

Light, neon colored flower shapes: Light blue, pink, orange and red see through flower-like constructs usually centered behind the clients heartspace, ranging in size from just a foot or so around, all the way up to, in my experience, ten feet. I assume it can get bigger. This positive auric implant promotes the connection of love and compassion. People with this upgrade in their aura are the people who are always laughing and loving life. These are the people who, regardless of circumstance, still view the world with compassion and understanding. They are the first to believe in a stranger, and make friends almost instantly. The mesmerizing flower construct is most often found in the aura of people who are actively living in the moment, not letting their minds dwell in the future or the past, but staying right in the present moment; as well as actively stopping negative thoughts/feelings about people and replacing them with understanding and love.

Liquid/smoke sunlight: When first encountered, I thought this was part of the clients aura and did not understand what it was until I had encountered it four or five times. If you could take sunlight and make it liquid, then take that brilliantly bright liquid and make it weightless and spread it out thin enough to become almost like steam to the former liquid, you would be coming close to gaining an understanding of how this field moves and behaves. It is conscious, and has an ability to communicate, but does not feel intelligent. It is like there was a being of incredible light and resonance that left an etheric residue in our field. It would be programmed to radiate the purest of light codes which is an intelligence to a certain extent, but it cannot think and respond like you or I would be able to. I have only found this golden liquid/smoke in the aura of clients who have gone through extreme trauma, yet despite this, have forgiven themselves, the world, the situation, the people involved, and have focused on shining the light out into the world instead. It is almost like a soothing balm to heal and protect from interference once it integrates into the aura, and makes further implantation and interference much harder to accomplish.

Spinning crystalline vortexes connecting the client either above to Source consciousness, or below to Gaia consciousness: Crystalline energy is very…hard, clear, and resonant. It feels like if it were a physical construct and you were able to grab ahold of it, that it would vibrate your hand violently, yet at an extremely high frequency pitch so that the object looked as if it were not moving at all. It is hard to make out a shape of the construct because it is spinning to quickly, but as it is spinning, a shape reminiscent of the Flower of Life is hinted at as it tinkles in crystalline gold energy. During DMT experiences, people have described “the chrysanthemum” forming before they burst through it, and the pattern resembles this closely.  The construct is found in clients who have been shut off from connecting outside of them and pushed through, no matter how long it took. Something about piercing the dark blockages above/below you to force through a connection to Source or the Planet causes these vortexes to form. They are not permanent, but can be maintained regularly to keep them strong. If shut down, they can be restarted with a bit of effort pushing through again.

Golden torroidal cage construct: This construct looks like a big golden birdcage around the aura of the client. Instead of caging, each of the lines or bars of the “cage” accelerate the heartspace’s torriodal flow. Only from the outside does this look like a cage however. Following the lines in, you can see the flow gently swooping along the Fibonacci torroidal form of this construct to softly curl into the heartspace through spirals, steadily sloping smaller and smaller until reaching the center point of the heart energies.  This is an accelerator upgrade, making the heartfield much larger and stronger, and unlocks the ability to handle much more chi flowing through the body, as the major energetic center/ control mechanism of the body is the heartspace.

Pieces of stars: Every once in a while I will run into someone, either a client or met through some other means, who has a brilliant star connected to them. The stars can vary in color from gold, silver, diamond, platinum and the colors of the visible spectrum. These are much rarer in my experience, and only show up in the auric field after much internal work. Shadow work, emotional maturity progression, a conscious switch to STO (Service to Others) mentality, forgiveness of the traumas accumulated in the past, and a general openness to trusting the good in humanity are all traits of the people I have seen these brilliant stars in their auric field. I am not 100% sure on these being a positive construct or implant, I am more inclined to believe this is part of the higher dimensional connection to the higher self, a hyperdimensional, subconscious telepathic link to the oversoul if you will, and is part of a natural spiritual evolution once a fair amount of work is put in. They appear in multiple areas around the energetic field, not just fixed to one spot like most energetic centers of the body, leaving me inclined to believe they act like strange flow meridians. The major 12 organ meridians of the body are all fixed in place, but the meridians called the strange flows can be moved and used to drain excess chi from one area to another that is deficient. Sometimes they don’t exist until you use them…

Would you like to have a piece of a star shining right above your head? Don't worry... you do!