Katalina Aurora
@katalina-aurora
In 2016, I embarked on a profound transformative journey. Ayahuasca & the whispers of ancient plant medicines found a way to align my soul’s path with my degree in Visual Arts.
What followed was 8 years of unraveling, deep soul alchemy, & a dance with the infinite.
Each step, a descent into the self; each awakening, a fragment of the divine.
Through art, I have transcribed this odyssey—the geometry of the unseen, the sacred patterns of creation, the whispers of the infinite, the language of the spirit, the pulse of transcendence.
I now open the doors to share this unfolding. A timeline of visions and revelations, where insight takes form and the boundaries of consciousness dissolve.
This is a gathering of kindred spirits: visionaries, mystics, seekers of expansion, & those attuned to the boundless potential of the soul.
The cosmic voyage continues, & you are welcome to walk beside me. Explore the portals I have already opened or simply join me here as I unveil the story of an ongoing Hero’s Journey. 0 reply
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each tree, each flower, each drop of rain,
no longer distant, no longer vain,
becomes the pulse, the sacred thread,
in every color, life is fed.
the insects hum, the leaves vibrate,
the jaguar’s hue, the serpent’s fate—
and for a moment, I forget the strife
of city streets, of worldly life.
I rest within the jungle’s grace,
and see the truth in nature’s face.
the body’s weariness fades away,
replaced by peace, the light of day. 0 reply
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I feel the weight of all I've absorbed,
a lifetime's burden, unseen but known—
an infinite flood of hurried sounds,
a chaos, more harm than wisdom sown.
the city hums, a toxic breath,
a maze of noise, a path of death,
yet, I belong, part of this storm,
bound to its pulse, its ceaseless form.
tension rises, anxiety swells,
exhaustion clings where silence dwells.
speed and clamor, once unseen,
now pierce my soul, where peace had been.
but in this flood of frantic noise,
I vanish, lost in nature’s voice,
emerging in the jungle’s heart,
where every leaf, a work of art.
bright green whispers call me near,
breathing life in rhythms clear.
the elements, like sacred songs,
unveil their truth, where all belongs. 1 reply
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the elements, like sacred songs,
unveil their truth, where all belongs.
each tree, each flower, each drop of rain,
no longer distant, no longer vain,
becomes the pulse, the sacred thread,
in every color, life is fed.
the insects hum, the leaves vibrate,
the jaguar’s hue, the serpent’s fate—
and for a moment, I forget the strife
of city streets, of worldly life.
I rest within the jungle’s grace,
and see the truth in nature’s face.
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