45- Open healing portals

Nathalie went from being a siren, a sea nymph, to being the body where a monster lived, locked in the most remote caves at the end of the ocean. She used to go with Rossy to the meetings of the Syrens, and invoke the Luciferian demons of envy, chaos, entropy and destruction of everything beautiful and pure. Little by little, human sacrifices began, of men and women, and they began to transgress the teachings of Isis.

Their second and third chakras were overactivated and they began to have an imbalance of their sacred feminine, while being negatively polarized sirens their first chakra was completely blocked, they stopped defending and watching over children and began to mutilate them psychologically, they no longer protected pregnant women and facilitated abortion for those women who wanted to implement it. Sexual energy is used to create, purify and renew CHI, but as the Syrens are in Luciferic fall they feed their CHI from masculine energy, they have an energetic imprint of insatiable lust, emotional dependence, self-abandonment and complete annulment of the cultivation and purification of their own CHI, and sacred energy.

The mermaids are called by ISIS as great magicians who possess vast and infinite wisdom, many times at an early age together with the priestesses we perform the purification of the mystic. These are very strong and advanced purification practices, the Syrens began to completely annul the purification of the mystic and did black magic so that this mystery would be obscured and disappear. They did not value virginity, nor staying celibate to flourish again, because if they practiced it they would kill the demons that fed on it and they would be left with nothing, only with themselves on their journey full of courage to heal themselves and that gave them. very afraid, for that reason she began to practice and include those Luciferic practices as the path to the light, but you would always discover that they were doing black magic by hiding and concealing the mysteries of Isis.

- The truth is guys, is that talking to you about the fall of Luciferic consciousness and the low self-esteem of the mermaids is talking to you about the Luciferic impulses and demons that possess many humans today - Yryhnna said. Everyone on the yacht remained in deep silence, listening attentively.

- Knowing where you direct your energy is important, as priestesses of Isis and Sirens trained in the Mystical Schools we must direct our feminine and masculine energies towards divinity, towards service to help souls evolve from love. If our impulse is destruction we will drag those souls towards destruction.

- We must cultivate within us the balance of Ying and Yang, and thus transform our masculine energy. The siren becomes a monster and turns into a Syren by transforming, losing or fragmenting her CHI, which breaks her soul. Her soul becomes the soul of a Luciferian demon, far from being purified, she must now fight an inner battle to free herself and to free herself from those energy channels that gave room to the demons, and to transform all those impulses of destruction into virtues, in service to humanity. Her soul, far from being purified, becomes dirty with the practices of the Syrens, because the Luciferian energy is the false light and is not really the sacred feminine of Isis.

- Her reproductive organs become an object, a possession, a currency, something dirty, and the beautiful and sacred image of the sirens is transformed into an image of seduction and sexual prostitution, they transform her and take her towards the false light. The false light separates them from the truth, from the oath of Isis, from having love, freedom and ethics. The divine light is what we aspire to and where all souls, human or magical, including werewolves, deserve to live.

When the rebellion of the Syrens in Oceania occurred, Rossy and Nathalie could not be denied a certain new sensitivity, they absorbed the energy of others and sought to possess the masculine energy. One with their gloomy nights, a kind of seduction towards joy, leading a Dionysian life and the other with their dangerous swimming, dragging men, women and mermaids to death, and also babies and children; they would open the way to lust as a promised paradise, theft of mutual energy and dependence far from harmony and peace.

However, for the mermaids it was very easy to distinguish the liberal path from the path that promises authentic freedom of the spirit towards evolution. Having been trained in schools under the protection of the figures of the mermaids who are healers made us distinguish those that were damaging the soul.

- With our voice we open healing portals - I explained, clearly listening to my sister talk about the mermaids songs.

And although at first my intention is to tell him in detail what has happened to me
(after all, in addition to being my personal trainer, he has also been my friend and
confidant during all these years that we have been knowing each other and
working together), at the last minute I am assaulted by misgivings and decide to
cut my sentence in half. Not because I think he's going to judge me, make fun of
me or anything like that, but because it wouldn't be fair to tell him that, after all the
work and effort we've both put in to get me to this moment, just a few hours before
the most important competition of my entire existence...I've chickened out. It is a
much more complicated matter than it may seem at first, but right now what
matters is that I am already here, and in these moments what I need is to
concentrate and try not to think about it, or else I will collapse completely and
hopelessly.
-I'm a little too late -this is the lie that comes to me at the last minute, one that I
decide to accompany with a cardboard smile that couldn't be more stiff and false-.
But what matters is that I'm already here, aren't I?
-Well, yes," he replies. I know he knows me well enough to detect when I'm lying,
but since time doesn't give us the basis, he decides to let it go: "Come with me so
you can change. We don't have much time.
In this way, we leave aside the friendly and inconsequential chitchat, to put on the
professional and dedicated mask with which we have always known how to
separate our personal relationship. After taking me by the hand, Daniel leads me
down the stairs, so quickly and sometimes so abruptly, that on more than one
occasion I find myself on the verge of falling on my face; fortunately that doesn't
happen, and after a few minutes, I find myself in the locker room. On the other side
of these walls you can already hear the excitement, the screams and murmurs of
the hundreds of people that fill the stands of the pool where the competition will
take place, but I try not to pay too much attention to them while I get dressed. If I
start thinking about how many people are out there, the memory of them will shake
my mind like a particularly violent hurricane, and I don't want something like that to
steal my calm now.