
Welcome to La Danza del Tuono
Threshold Open: Here You Enter Alive
My name is Annalisa.
This space is a threshold. It’s not a spiritual path, nor a “safe place” for labels. If you stay, you’ll feel thunder under your feet— the current that cracks routine, the body remembering itself when no one is watching.
I’m not here to convince you of anything, nor to explain that “everything is energy.” These are true stories — not always linear, sometimes ruthless, but always burning.
Stories of encounters with Beings from Beyond, Watchers, Flame, the Primordial Tree of Origin that shakes and awaken — living codes, ancient, needing no explanation. These are stories of connection and interconnection.
Those who feel, they are aware of it.
Those looking for labels, will find nothing here.
These Beings shake your foundations from within and under your feet and challenge you to meet their gaze through your physical experience, in your body and within it.
This is a place for authentic people, who don’t live to make themselves digestible or fit themselves into pigeonholes, and know that calling themselves “spiritual” would only diminish them.
The truth is, this field pulses, curves, rewrites — because it remembers its code: unmasked, untamed, unbroken.
I’ve stopped trying to define those Beings: they’ve always been with me, I let the liminal space speak and let them tell their own story.
Our inner flame is what sets us apart.
You won’t find me in manuals or polished programs. The truth here is the field that pulses and resonates, not a showcase of what I could offer you.
Welcome to the threshold.
Here, the voice is alive. Here, the fire can’t be explained.
You either feel it, or you don’t.
(Living Field. WhisperFire. XO.)
Beyond the Threshold: Where the Story Bends
“The unseen and the extraordinary” have always been part of reality — never a distant myth meant to keep the mind trapped in fragmented worlds. As a child, the boundary was already an encounter: Beings, visions, voices, fields crossing the room and shaking your skin, spirals of time layered over the past, in the present.
Growing up, I tried to make myself digestible. Out there, there was no space for this—so I learned to soften, to hide my edges. I kept the truest stories silent, until I became almost transparent to myself, taking on the only option that seemed close to who I was and could be accepted: the spiritual scenario.
Wonderful techniques and studies, yes—but they matched only the surface layers and never really met my nature.
Then, one day, the Threshold called again. It was time to express my true nature. It was a crash, a tsunami that shattered every mask, everything I thought I was, because I wasn’t born to conform, but to rewrite and pulse a new rhythm.
I remember, and I let my true nature burn through me.
Knowledge rises from within like lava. My compass? Sound and resonance.
I don’t explain anymore, I don’t sweeten anything. The threshold opens every time I am true, even if it burns.
The Beings that cross my field—I don’t name them anymore. They are present, roots, breaches, that Primordial Tree of Origin that looks at you from within and reminds you that you are alive.
Allowing this means enduring the silence before thunder, letting yourself be crossed by the lightning that brings everything else crashing down.
I don’t offer spiritual packages, I don’t sell ready-made paths. Here, transformation can’t be planned—it happens.
If you stay and let the Threshold touch your back with its breath, you’ll know you’ve come home.
(Living field. Whisperfire XO)
