Father and Mother – the first masters

The sky hits the eyes with brightness and the forehead with the wind. The sea surrounds the body and joins the swinging chest.

Led by fair, vigorous, and gentle hands that hold me firmly, the overwhelming immensity and impetuous movement are ecstasies, purity, and beauty.

Everything is one. Everything is movement. Hair flows back, heart races towards mouth as spirit soars high.

In the ebb and flow of the high waves, my first awakening was thanks to the Father. Not even the foam thrown at the eyes can diminish the divine exultation of conscience.

Indelibly etched in memory, the first opening to the Creator Infinite can never be forgotten. Living child being, wrapped in Being.

The first memory of life. An extraordinary event that left a profound and positive mark on the memory never forgotten. When playing with me in the sea, my Father was responsible for my awakening at two years old.

My Father and mother were my first teachers. It must be that way for almost every human being.

My mother's words about thinking when I must have been about five years old are noteworthy:

My son, we only use 10% of our brain's capacity. If we could develop and use the other 90%, we would be capable of everything you can imagine.

For example, floating in the air, moving objects with only the force of our thought, and practicing telepathic communication without the need for words.

The same day I started trying to acquire such skills. I spent hours looking at an object, trying to move it. Over time, I realized it wouldn't be that easy.

I learned that it wasn't like that and that there were limits, maybe my mother wasn't quite right, but the important thing is we can go beyond who we are and wish to develop intelligence.

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Photos: Peter Canellov and his children with the sea in the background by Caio Patrezzi and the Children on the mountain by Peter Canellov.

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