An airplane is composed of materials such as aluminum, carbon fiber composites, titanium, and stainless steel.
In the wings of the airplane are the fuel tanks, and all the details of its construction, including both the exterior and the interior.
The construction time for a commercial flight airplane involves aerodynamics calculations, manufacturing through different sections, up to flight testing and putting it into operation.

I have always been fascinated by the idea of flying, even before seeing an airplane for the first time.
The first time I had that concept in my young mind was when I read the story of Daedalus and his son Icarus; I believe I was around eight years old.
Imagining the sensation of flying was a desire I wanted to experience, and every time I board an airplane, I can feel my heart race and the emotions swirling around the diversity of movements happening.

When I am in airports, I feel a point of reset, a sensation of entering and exiting.
I feel butterflies fluttering inside, and as I get closer to boarding, I sense the different smells of the environment.
I can focus to such a degree of presence that I can even feel a mixture of recycled air; I can feel my lungs making breathing more conscious and deeper, as if wanting to register everything.

And a series of emotions continue until, after taking off, the airplane stabilizes, and there is my innocence looking through the window, feeling life as a true miracle.
And the sensation of flying becomes a reality inspired by nature, and once again, everything feels possible.

But that was not the sensation I felt in one of my most recent dreams, in those scenes that I observed and felt I was living at the same time, feeling horror and panic.
I felt how it was announced through the loudspeakers that we should prepare for an emergency landing.
I felt how the seats tilted toward the floor and my body lay face up, like the rest of the passengers.
My mother was in the seat next to mine, and in an effort to stay calm and inspire her to maintain her own calmness, I breathed quietly.

Throughout my human life up until now, I have made a true effort to awaken consciously within my dreams in order to achieve lucidity and understand the message of my subconscious.
In that dream, I made an effort to analyze with my mind that the construction of the airplane and the landing made no sense compared to the many times I have read emergency landing manuals or heard flight attendants give instructions in case of an emergency.
Then I was able to awaken within my dream and observe what all those scene constructions were trying to tell me.

The current president of the United States, who officially took office for the second time in January of this current year, has implemented a series of highly strict policies that significantly affect undocumented immigrants in the United States.
And the topic surrounding the deportation of these people is a subject of conversation everywhere, unleashing a wave of uncertainty even among those who legally reside in this country, because the word «immigrant» is used both for those who have entered legally and illegally.
It is a permanent label for those of us who decided to leave our country of origin for shared reasons, or for very personal or private reasons.

And although I put the news on silent mode many years ago, and have always tried to direct myself toward information from official sources, in the collectivity of a shared consciousness through different human experiences and bodies of which I am a part, there are feelings and information that are being received through my subconscious.

And although I try to swear to my user experience that my life process is solely my own, my soul knows that I am existing within shared experiences all the time, and that I cannot be indifferent to the suffering of others, and that whenever there is something I can do to help, I will do it.

In my dream, there was a concern impossible to ignore, arising from that worry and uncertainty toward the current situations of this government and country.
And in a mental effort of my own to try to understand about politics, economy, education, health, culture, environment, justice and laws, science and technology, communication and media, security, communities and social structures, work and employment, transportation and infrastructure, human rights — all these things that make up a «civilized» society.

And I want to emphasize that it is a mental effort on my part because it is important for me to have my own opinions without them being influenced or founded by someone else.
And the conclusions I have recently reached regarding the United States come from an absolute respect for democracy, as this right is the expression of the decisions of the majority in a country.
And I will always respect democracy, regardless of my personal opinions about the collective mentality of the majority of thinkers in a country.

I am also open and in complete freedom to decide if this is truly a country in which I believe and want to live forever.
And as a recently arrived immigrant, even with all the steps and processes I have taken to enter legally and with respect for its laws, even in the clumsiness of my own learning into this «new world,» it is also my right and my obligation — out of respect for my own life — to live in a country where I feel respected and valued.
I am discovering this experience in the United States, and it is my wish to continue growing in all positive and convenient ways for myself, because this country was always a thought of belief and inspiration from the very first memory I have as a child and adolescent when I first heard about «the United States.»

We landed safely after that takeoff, but because of the panic I felt and the atmosphere of uncertainty around me, I could sense that it was a deportation flight.
I believe this internal fear I have is due to my family members in the United States, who, although registered and with legal processes for their legal permanence, are purely good human beings, respectful of all possible laws — just as they were in their countries of origin and as they are here.

They are exemplary citizens, even amid the scarcity of English proficiency and all the challenges of navigating a United States to which they had to come in search of better living conditions and access to systems that actually work.

I believe that because of the relationship I share with them, and even knowing they have done everything legally and properly organized, there is an emotional concern because it pains me to live in a world where true, healthy, and innocent people have to worry about being accepted in a country.
When many of its so-called «true» citizens are dead inside, trapped in drugs, medications, casual and empty sex, unable to feel true love, true human connections, and trapped in a work culture where there is never a sufficient point of satisfaction, but rather an endless race of material accumulation, without giving themselves the space and time to truly enjoy and experience life.

And I do not want to categorize every user experience in this way, but it is evident in any direction one looks that the majority of their citizens are living from that reality.
Yet immigration seems to be the greater FOCUS, instead of spreading the same attention toward all the great and obvious problems of this society.

And although, as an immigrant seeking to be an exemplary citizen, it is my obligation to behave accordingly because it matters to me what I think of myself in all possible directions, I cannot ignore the need to open the lenses of my perspectives and views to a true external reality of a global humanity and the imperfection in all the systems that try to build for the control and organization of an idea — a reality organized enough for the human brain to comprehend the perception of the world in which it currently lives.

And I can think of other times in the past and in the present, and that understanding also shows signs of progress.
We are still, as humanity, not living in a utopia where existence comes first from love and gratitude for the opportunity of this life experience.

We could communicate with each other purely and honestly, and all the human actions we took would come from true curiosity and from the desire to feel the experience.
But perhaps someday we will reach that earthly paradise as a collective.

There are still many things that need to be healed, understood, and evolved, and there is also gratitude for those processes where darkness is on its way to becoming light.

And the decisions we can make from our free will to create a different life, to create our own earthly paradise for ourselves, are always available to us: without victimizing ourselves, without blaming others, taking awareness and responsibility for our actions, and wisely distancing ourselves from anyone and anything that does not vibrate at the same frequency as that new reality we are building.

With much love and much respect, and also learning to navigate realities with respect for all external unconsciousness.
Because when we decide to be conscious and responsible, there is also a recognition of ourselves — where we did not have the tools, the knowledge, and the decisions we had to make, the uncertainty we had to face in order to walk the path of awakened evolution.

And in that empathy toward ourselves, empathy and respect toward others are also born, without the need to change them or tell them what they must become, and instead focusing the energy toward ourselves.
On my part, I always remain open if someone asks me for help and gives me access to share my opinion about their ways and lives.

But otherwise, today I choose to navigate this world with extreme respect, consciousness, and I am still learning and organizing myself in this externally shared reality, from my authentic internal movement.

I recognize the messages from my subconscious, and every day I am investigating through that intuition how to create and build a better life for myself, for those I love, and for those who, from their soul, give me access to their lives.

In one of the scenes of my dreams, I also felt the energy of one of my ex-partners.
I felt his internal battle between wanting to reach out to me and his reasoning not to do so out of fear of being hurt by my rejection.
From that view toward his reality and from my energy toward the communication from his soul to mine, I could only give him a look of presence, where my eyes are peaceful, without expectation, focused on my own reality.
It is no one’s responsibility to remind another of how much they have lost due to their unconsciousness; the only thing to do is to walk away and trust that the circumstances placed in that person’s life are of their own natural course, so that at some point in their existence, they can understand and evolve for themselves.

In one of my conversations with my mother, I remember telling her how I didn’t know how to react during a scene where a man, in the early stages of beginning to share intimacy together, accidentally called me by another person’s name.
I told my mother that at that moment, I didn’t know whether to run away or stay, but something greater than myself made me calm down and listen to him.
It was as if God intervened in His divine presence to make me see beyond what my human reasoning was trying to tell me, and it was not difficult to stay and understand, because the love inside was so inhumanly powerful.
And although there are limits, as in everything, because I am also human, that night my love was completely surrendered to understanding and not judging.
For the first time, the ego was not brought into question, and love was embracing that human being from every perspective in that room, even beyond those walls.
And seeing my love also means beginning to see myself from a supernatural perspective, where I begin to feel myself existing from my true essence in this earthly world.
And I will not allow anything or anyone to take me away or separate me from all that beauty from which I want to continue existing.

My mother said that her husband, from whom she became widowed, had once called her by another woman’s name.
She said those were human errors, made out of habit, custom, or a shared reality, but that they really meant nothing.
In some way, that gave me comfort, but I also thought about the type of man her husband had been: the time he tried to persuade me to give him my body when I was only nine years old, or the time I saw him passionately kissing one of his daughters’ nannies.
It was clear to me that this man never truly loved my mother purely and sincerely, because he had never had the fortune in life of knowing that love within himself.

I still see his face in some of my dreams.
I see the desperation in his eyes and his soul asking me for forgiveness, and at first, I felt hatred, repulsion, and I didn’t even want to look at him.
As I began to heal, I was able to communicate through my dreams and tell him that I forgave him and wished for him to rest in peace.
I also shared this dream with my mother, and in her love and a certain degree of innocence, she told me to forgive him —
that although, thanks to God, nothing ever happened to me physically, only the evident intention in life of wanting to do so, I was able to forgive and let go.

But it also pains me that my mother has not yet known the true love of a man toward her.
I am sure that, if she ever does, she would be able to identify and learn from her past relationships, believe that it is possible, and know that she deserves true love and care from a true and healthy man: protector, provider, where both have a healthy relationship full of true passion, romance, and love.

It is one of my pure and well-intentioned wishes for the members of my family: that they, too, may awaken in life and live from being truly conscious.

And in the constructions of airplane processes, dreams, realities, current situations, experiences, forgiveness, processes, difficulties, uncertainties, transcendence, evolution, era, etc., I always want to have the ability to see them from God’s perspective and view, and not from the limitation of my humanity.

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