My father, Sergio, died in 2015 but not before leaving his wisdom for us, via an interview my brother-in-law did back in the early 2000s. From the 'Silent Generation' Sergio provides insight on what life was like post WWII. Spectacular ballrooms in Chicago, homemade tortillas made by his grandmother, listening to classical music with an uncle who h…

Raana’u doesn’t know. She doesn’t know that her cage is made of gold. In the mornings, she collects the berries that fall to the bottom. And then, parched from the sweetness and bitterness, she drinks from the little dish where the water drops, filling the void to let her live another day. Raana’u doesn’t know what it’s like to be alone. They arriv…

My father, Sergio, died in 2015 but not before leaving his wisdom for us, via an interview my brother-in-law did back in the early 2000s. But my sister found a clip of that interview, and the message I heard was a gift from the other side. He said, 'no one is worth my hate. They are worth my love.' This got me thinking about these past 18 months, h…

Dimethyltryptamine, also known as DMT, is a fascinating mystery. A chemical substance that has been known to make one see the universe, some even say, God. It is found in various plants and animals, including humans. Indigenous tribes around the world, use these plant medicines in ceremony, including Matses in Peru, with the brew called ayahuasca. …

On the 18th July 2017, there was a round-table discussion at Westminster Abbey, London, England. The topic was organ harvesting in China. The crimes against humanity that were described at this forum, were almost impossible to believe, as I myself did not have the imagination before to think that this level of evil exits. As a journalist, my instin…

Hello all, Thank you for joining me again. This has been an incredibly difficult year and it seems like the vibrations of our planet have plummeted. I feel distressed really. Where I live we are going to go back into a lockdown for Christmas. And speaking with colleagues, friends and family, pretty much everyone I know is fatigued. This has taken a…

In this first episode, I have a free-flowing conversation with Terraell Hazlett, a friend with incredible knowledge. We talk about everything from tarot cards to how to keep the vibrations high during these troubled times. There is also some reading recommendations that you will find useful.By Liz Casanova

Solphia podcast featuring interviews to harness the wisdom of the universe. (Music by Alexander Nakarada) Hello. I hope you are all well today and living your best life. I know that may be hard to do in these times. But don’t give up hope. We must keep our vibrations high. How do we do that? Well, that’s why I am here and have created this podcast.…

‘What They Said’ by Liz Casanova We’re here today as an experiment. A school to sharpen the soul. I was told things that I didn’t understand then. They said ‘you are the butterfly’ and they kept telling me that I have a purpose here and I need to keep going. When I say ‘said’, it wasn’t verbal. It was telepathic communication. Communication. Funny …

“The Reoccurring” by Liz CasanovaMusic – “Nightdreams” by Kevin McLeod The places I have gone and not moved a foot. Awake, constantly distracted by the slavery I have been put in. Not love. Love is not slavery if you know how to do it right. The slavery comes in the hustle just to pretend you are living. I used to think that the escape came in drea…

“Museum Woman” by Liz CasanovaMusic – “Leaving Home” by Kevin McLeod I am a woman, who should be in a museum, A relic for you to look at. I should be packaged in plastic, So when the world ends, and the fire consumes, The smell of one thousand years of petrol, Will escape back to the firmament. Encapsulate and preserve me, Make sure the acumen is t…

“Functioning” by Liz CasanovaMusic by Kevin McLeod I repeat the decisions made by my ancestors, I walk with no confidence, Hiding behind Ray Ban, Smoking too much and drinking from Croesus' coffer. I build enemies because I know too much, And give no proof of their asininity, The crowd was never my friend, But loneliness does not offend me. I like …

I want to heal I want my ancestors to visit me before I fall in my grave Their smiling faces Their knowing faces Some look Vietnamese Where did they come from? The colors swirl connected to magnets in the sky The sacred geometry dancing by the custard moon Let’s reconcile Let’s tear a hole in the britches of divinity I smell the incense that cleans…

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