THRESHOLD OF INEVITABLE CHANGE
🇮🇹 "We are already beyond the void: the threshold of inevitable change is in place, the energies of the moment are passing through us and transforming us."
🇬🇧 "We are already beyond the void: the threshold of inevitable change is unfolding, the energies of the moment crossing us and transforming us."
🌀 Short mantra
🇮🇹 "Change is already here."
🇬🇧 "Change is already here."
There are moments we can no longer put off: spaces where the void opens up and reveals to us that change has already happened. It is the threshold of inevitable change, a passage that passes through us even if we are not ready, transforming our inner energy and the vibration of the present.
Change is not only personal: it is a wave that also affects relationships, places, and community. It is the very skin of reality moving, driven by invisible forces that demand to be recognized.
This threshold does not grant certainty: it rips us out of habit, puts us in front of a future that pulses in silence, already alive, though still nameless.
Crossing it means trusting the current that pulls us beyond what we knew. It means listening to the energies of the moment, which manifest as signs, encounters, coincidences, archetypal languages that resonate within and without us.
The threshold of inevitable change is not a thought: it is an act already in progress.
🌀 Short mantra
🇮🇹 "Change is already here."
🇬🇧 "Change is already here."
THRESHOLD OF EMPTINESS
A gap opens, immense and silent. It is not door, it is not boundary: it is suspended abyss, an emptiness that breathes before those who contemplate it. The figure in its presence is tiny, fragile, yet called to look into absolute absence.
The image shows neither end nor beginning, but the moment when everything fails and only the original blackness remains, the matrix of what is to come. It is the instant when silence becomes narrative, and absence is transformed into possibility.
Those who stand before the Threshold of Emptiness do not observe the end: they observe that which precedes every beginning.
A vast, silent opening unfolds. It is no door, no boundary: it is a suspended abyss, a breathing emptiness before the one who dares to gaze. The figure standing at its edge is small, fragile, and yet summoned to confront the absolute absence.
The image reveals neither beginning nor end, but the moment when everything dissolves, leaving only the primordial darkness, the matrix of what is yet to come. It is the instant where silence becomes story, and absence transforms into possibility.
To stand before the Threshold of the Void is not to witness the end, but to behold what lies before every beginning.
After the Apocolypsis Threshold we thought we had touched the extreme. There the world had shattered, revealing its dark veins, its most unmentionable secrets. It was the scream of the end, the fall, the reckoning.
Yet, there was still a step to be taken.
Beyond the end, beyond the cry, beyond the collapse itself--the Threshold of Emptiness now opens.
It is not destruction, it is not ruin. It is the beyond-destruction. It is the gateway that leads not to another world, but to the non-world: the advancing white space, the silent vertigo in which all form dissolves.
The Threshold of Emptiness is not crossed by force. It is crossed with surrender.
It is the point at which the weight collapses from the shoulders, at which symbols fade away, at which identity itself falls apart like dust in the wind.
No more footholds, no more maps, no more certainty.
Yet, right there, where everything fails, sprouts the radical possibility: starting again from nothing.
Emptiness is not absence. It is matrix. It is invisible womb that welcomes what is yet to be born.
Those who dare to look at it without running away will find that there is no terror in the void.
Emptiness should be looked at, touched, accepted, shaped.
There is only silence.
And in that silence, the beginning of everything.
Because without the acceptance of emptiness, it is difficult to take flight into new possibilities.
APOCOLYPSIS THRESHOLD
Every threshold is a passage.
Not all of them open with a gesture; some turn out to be
with time.
"Threshold Apocolypsis" is not an end, but a beginning that
burns and renews.
A gap between what collapses and what is born.
The veils fall. The truth emerges.
Now you can't go back.
It is not an end, nor is it a beginning.
It is a suspended passage, a gap that does not
is named.
Here reality cracks, and in its silence.
images arise that do not belong to the
time.
Every threshold is an enigma: it does not offer you
answers,
forces you to pause, to listen.
Apocolypsis does not unveil, but strips.
It does not tell you what you will find,
shows you what you can no longer carry with
you.
Those who enter this threshold do not remain the
same.
You leave behind the superfluous,
opens to the transforming mystery.
TRIGGER THRESHOLD
There is an instant when something lights up inside,
And nothing stands still.
There is a moment when something ignites within,
And nothing stays still.
It is not a beginning.
This is the time when you become the signal.
The spark breaks the cage.
The fire expands.
Light, not darkness.
And nothing goes back to the way it was before.
FLAME THRESHOLD.
Don't wait for a star to fall.
Light the fire inside you.
ENG:
Don't wait for a star to fall.
Light the fire within you.
"I DON'T LIGHT THE FLAME. I AM THE FLAME."
"I LET IT ILLUMINATE AND TRANSFORM EVERY PART OF ME."
"IN SILENCE, THE FLAME BECOMES ETERNAL."
There are nights when the sky seems too
Small to contain what burns.
The Flame Threshold does not wait:
desire becomes fire,
fire becomes a road.
Don't look for the light.
It is the light that finds you.
Desire does not wait.
Create.
The true flame feeds on presence.
Stay on even when no one is
look.
Walk in your light,
Until you meet those who burn like you.
TRANSFORMATION THRESHOLD
Transformation Threshold
It is not a smooth transition.
It is a bright fracture that breaks you to recreate you.
Every step is a silent fire,
Every breath a gap you can't cross back.
Threshold of Transformation
It is not a gentle passage.
It is a luminous fracture that breaks you to remake you.
Each step is a silent fire,
each breath a gate you cannot cross back.
"SOMETIMES WHAT BREAKS YOU. IS THE SAME THING THAT SAVES YOU."
"SOME GOODBYES SAVE YOU. EVEN IF THEY DESTROY YOU."
You are changing. But they don't see it.
You cannot enter the new if you still carry
the mask of the old man.
The love that awaits you is not afraid of the light.
Fear your ghosts.
It burns as well. It's just the mask falling off.