This may not come as ground breaking insights but I need to write it down in order to organize my thoughts. After my latest spiritual experiences I fell (and felt) a little out of purpose. Not in a desperate way as it would before, but more with a sense of where my place is and not wanting to take part in any organization schemes, Galactic or otherwise. I know I am still on the fringe of the Galactic Federation but more as a punctual resource person than an active member.
The multidimensional perception of consciousness already brought me to the realization there is no polarity. We are all actors cast in the roles of our lives, incarnation after incarnation, avatars to larger consciousness at play, alternating one “side” or the other (there really is no sides but it makes sense from our perspective). This planet is little more than a stage to solve and enact dimensional and galactic problematics of various conscious beings and allow them to ascend (remember maze runner?).
What is really ascension and why does it matter? Put simply, it’s the goal of each levels of the reality game. Imagine the conscious universe (including this dimension and every other) as a giant computer operated system. God consciousness being the programmer, “sacred” geometry and fractal patterns being the code language, archangels/aeoning beings being frameworks in which realities are created, higher dimensional realms being programs/applications and our lower realms being the files that are being worked on. (E.g. Texts or image files). The god/programmer is simply trying to complete as many work files as possible and integrate them in its vast database.
In this perspective, every experience matters. Whatever we do, is of equal value in God’s eye. The goal is to solve different puzzles by enacting different dynamics and ultimately bringing harmony and coherence to systems. Each system is identified as a specific frequency bands (think radio station) but are also completely interdependent and acting together in solving a larger picture (think fractal). Time doesn’t exist either, only layered sequences of information warping and folding onto themselves in loops like weird circular formulas, until we figure how to debug it.
How does this translate to our human experience and how do we find “purpose”? Because let’s be honest: to come to realization that nothing we perceive is real, that we live in a constructed matrix where there is actually no moral sense of right of wrong and there is no way to escape it not even death (because dying is no exit, only a change of state and anything left “undone” has to be repeated), is not especially hearth warming.
Since once we awake within this matrix we are not going anywhere (well we go tons of places with our multidimensional perception for a while but the point is that ultimately we still have to operate in these bodies), we still need to cope with the feeling of being trapped in physicality. For some, after major spiritual awakening, existential nihilism can be crushing and even down right maddening.
The idea is bring about this harmony and coherence to everyday life. Because when we bring harmony to “the reality system”, we actually find harmony within (and vice versa). If we look into Buddhist philosophy, we find the same truth: there is no sense of good or bad, just a core desire to end suffering. Because real or not, suffering (and pain) is the one constant of physical incarnation, especially for human beings.
If we consider reality to be constructed as a spiral (hello Fibonacci) the way we go about problem solving starts to make sense. Weather is on the small scale of day to day life or the large scale of reincarnation, have you ever noticed how when we think we’ve “solved” something in our lives it suddenly comes back as a sort of “test”, until it’s definitely integrated? Same goes around of every layer of existence and in this spiral of evolution we works out blocks and karma (Saṅkhāra) as individuals, as a specie, as a planet, etc.
The other constant is change. In the construct of this matrix we are in, no matter the scale we witness constant flow and movement, graciously unfolding patterns within patterns (look at the dance of galaxies). When we deeply understand that nothing is ever static and nothing is “real”, the notion of “wanting” is transformed. We therefore learn that there is no point in holding on to anything, whether its objects, people or situations. We circle back to the Buddhist concept of desire and attachment. In order to attain true happiness (harmony) we ought to free of both.
When we see things in this fractal way, we understand we are indeed created in God’s image. Therefore, as its infinite creative power dwells inside of me, I am more than ever interested in spanning little programs of my own to alter reality and make this world a better place to exist in. Here’s how:
Many studies in recent years show how thought patterns and especially emotions bring harmony to a system (for instance Masaru Emoto experiment). Vibrations also have this property: a rhythmic breathing brings about cardiac coherence and in turn a sense of calm inner peace, tribal drumming will synchronize brainwaves and bring about a state of trance, etc. A coherent system (with a steady vibration) will harmonize its surrounding in a reciprocal manner. This bring my second point that the single and most powerful way we can impact the world is by first experiencing true harmony and coherence within ourselves. By looking inside and observe our own state of discordance, unhappiness and chaos, we soon start to feel empathy for every other being suffering as well. After a while we begin to feel compassionate to everyone (Mettā), even those who harmed us and are hurting the world as a result of their own unhappiness. This deep realization is the true purpose of meditation and contemplation. Love is ultimate vibrational coherence and compassion is love in action.
Another good point is to stop worrying about everyone else’s process and how spiritual or not they are and instead concentrate to create a space of acceptance free of judgement to let people be what they are, walk their own path and work their own process. The truth is that we cannot fix others. Individual ascension (or collectively working at ascending individually) is the “reptilian” way I am seeing now in a world resisting transition to a more feminine, organic paradigm. It just seems like the logical and most effective way to go at it at least for the time being.
If the goal of existence is harmony, how come there is so much shit going on these days? The answer is: to stir things up so order can emerge out of chaos. When a system is stagnant or taking a slope to self-destruction, one way to try to alter this course of event it to insert variables and try to alter the unfolding pattern. I believe that this is what the different Galactic factions at play are trying to manifest in their comprehension of how things work down here, more or less effectively. But ultimately we, as individuals, have the ultimate power of playing out this reality by making choices within ourselves. Worrying and fighting is actually very counterproductive in the desire to play out a harmonious (i am not going to say positive) outcome in coherently solving this reality puzzle and moving up to the next (ascending). Loving, accepting, laughing and be happy are the only things that actually make a difference. So I am going to repeat it once more: nothing matters in this life more than the quest of deep self-knowing because understanding oneself is understanding the universe. Then changing yourself is changing the world.
October 6, 2016
Last night I slept 11 hours which is not typical for me. I had many dreams. One I remember is looking for ancient alchemy books in a library. Then leaving without paying/registering me taking the books. Later I was practicing telekinesis with a grocery cart and I was getting pretty good at it. I also remember teaching ascension principles to a small group of individuals but what I recall most is a scene out of a horror movie where I was trying to stop “bad witches” from doing something evil with some substances but last second the brew exploded right in my face. I was feeling ok so a bit relieved that “nothing happened” apart from the destroyed room around me but then, looking at my reflection in a close by mirror, I say myself with no hair, a flaky skin white like chalk, spotted in bright red blisters and the inside of my eyes entirely burned. I wasn’t scared because it didn’t hurt at all and could see perfectly fine. Usually in my dreams I can feel everything especially pain. But now I was just closely looking at myself, taking in every grim details with great realism, wondering what happened to me and what will ensue.
When I woke up my ears were (and still are) toning with crazy frequencies like there is no tomorrow. It’s usually a symptom I get at night and intermittently but it’s been very active the last few days, louder than it ever been. I went for my morning shower. I usually take this moment to connect to my subconscious/inner child for guidance for the day. I’m hosting her in a huge inner world like a playing field with all the stuff she loves and usually find her in different places enjoying different activities. This morning she was frantically looking through books in her library, tomes scattered on the floor and she was not paying attention to me at all. She was busy and intensely frowning but i couldn’t exactly feel fear or actual urgency, just deep concentration. She was working hard. I scanned the rest of her land to see if there was something there to set her in that mood and to my surprise there was a huge tree sticking out of the middle of her forest. A big tall snow white and red tree. I knew right away it was a sick tree. A plagued tree. And that little Kindrana was looking for what to do about it.
Then, pulled out of my trance, I felt a presence in the house. It’s not something typical these days because of the high protection devices installed around it. Pretty much nothing of astral vibration can enter unless invited so I emerged from my inner connection to focus on the space beneath the shower’s curtain and see who/what was there. It was a large draconian male standing right beside me. I did my usual plea of “in the name of Jesus Christ if you don’t serve the light I bid you to leave” but it didn’t care and stayed. I could tell that my HS was recognizing him as family and we started chatting. He’s one in charge of my division of the starship crew and he was there to brief me on assignment. I clearly heard the word “plague” and invited me to bilocate on the ship. Our ship is slightly further then the main body of the GF star fleet. Through the window I could see them from above and to the right, assembled together a good distance above 5D Earth. Around me a few members of my crew along with my superior. He was wearing a graded GF military suit and me a typical Melchizedek priest robe. Lying on a table in front of me was the elongated blue body of a 5D Arcturian but it looked so DENSE and sick and clammy and colorless. I looked at the draconian dude asking him telepathically “WTF brother. How is this possible”. (Yeah I allow myself to be familiar with authority even up there because it simply is my personality and they know I love everyone and do a good job although I don’t give a fuck about ranks and titles)
He was taking my hands and directing them on top of the small almost shrunk body of the Arcturian in order for me to read his field and maybe provide healing. As I was doing so my Drac friend explained to me that he was sick because he maintained himself in too low frequencies to interact with his humanly incarnated extensions for too long. Doing so he was progressively lowering his frequency so low that he was becoming physical enough to experience fatigue and sickness and maybe eventually die before his time (in higher frequencies you can chose when to let go of a specific persona and re-cycle your energy). It’s a problem because an increasing number of envoys are starting to experience the same state. Earth experience is dragging and should have shifted to the 5th frequency a while ago but we’ve maintained the lower frequency grid active for longer so more parcels can ascend in their bodies. But this situation starting to have adverse side effects. Me in disbelief:
- Well isn’t all experience of value? Weather the Earth experiment succeeds or not to the GF expectations it’s still a valid experiment conclusion in the eye of the higher frequency realms? Why are these guys so desperate they would make themselves sick for parcels that as “meant” to suffer and die?”
- Drac : Yes but if this experiment fails or do not succeed in a good enough ratio another experiment will be set up and, like you said yourself, going throught at early stages of density is highly uncomfortable and we would like to avoid that.
- Kindrana: Ok so what’s up with that?
- D: Some factions have already hatched a plan to speed up the awakening process on Earth by spreading a plague attacking dormant genes of the human race. Only activated genes are immune to the disease and DNA recoding will be the only way to heal and save one’s life. There will be no choice but to ascend and fast.
- K: Wow that’s a fucking grim and cruel way to kick people in the butt. I’m really not sure how I feel about that plan. I’m having moral concerns about consciously imposing this much suffering on humans
- D: If not this way, humans will suffer other kinds of horrible massive deaths sooner rather than later but without a chance to make it to the next frequency and those soul aspects will have to start the process all over again. We’re not the ones carrying out this plan but there’s nothing to do to stop it now.
He showed me a holographic map of the planet with 3 expending radius centered on different points of the planet. I understood it was ground 0 for the “virus” to be almost simultaneously spread from. One being North-West of Africa, Russia and north Eastern South-America (or Central America I’m not sure).
- K: Ok so why are you telling me this and what am I supposed to do?
- D: Just wait and stay posted. Be ready. You’re stepping into your true mission now which will be to help heal many and teach many more how to heal themselves. It’ll all taken care of and your path is orchestrated to unfold in a way that leaves no space for missteps. You’ll be at the forefront of healing crew and your work and position is crucial. There’s nothing to do in the immediate but to enjoy quiet times.
I was standing at the feet of the sick Arcturian, sending him gentle energy healing when I opened my eyes, reflecting on how my experience of so much apocalyptic worlds are maybe about to come into play.
Ever since my Kundalini awakening 5 years ago, I have been increasingly struggling with finding a sense of Self and had experienced very slippery identity as memories of past lives started to pile on each other in most recent years. I launched this blog when I started channeling in order to track progress and stories as well as to try to make sense of it all. In parallel I came across valuable teachers such as Suzanne Lie, Jelaila Starr, David Watson and Daniela Rambaldini, as well as co-travelers on the path such as my friends Mylène, Nadia, Catherine and Anne (to name just a few), and topped by the encounter of my now life partner Matthew (all of which I am aware to know in other realms and other times as well). For that I am forever grateful. Nevertheless, my not knowing of WHO (the fuck) I AM was still troubling and in an effort to reconcile my multidimensional Self, as many know, I completely turned my life around. For almost a year I fell back in survival mode and for the past 6 months nothing was seemingly moving.
9 weeks ago I got fed up with floating in the void and I decided to try to make a “deal” with my spirit guides. If they were expecting me to lead and teach or whatever task they wanted me to do, I wanted support, help and clear guidance to move forward and make things happen. I laid down the conditions upon which I was committing to go on, otherwise I would quit channeling altogether and settle on living a simple life with my home tattoo studio and my son.
Let me tell you that the second I reached out to state my resolve, spirit instantly stepped in. I guess they were not disposed to let me go so easily. The first voice I heard was of Goddess Ishtar and the sentence “I am Naga”. Being already aware of my Reptilian heritage, I was not too shocked. From that point they asked me to adopt an open attitude commit to channel with them a little every day. At first I thought they meant I had to write for them on my blog everyday but I quickly realized the messages were of a more personal nature so I quit publishing quite rapidly.
Over the next few weeks I was led through a process of quick updates, comprised of channeled info, nightly traveling and dream work, books to read and people to meet. I got up to date with Annunaki history, a part of our galactic background I never been drawn to before (I believe I wasn’t ready for it anyway) and I circled back to the Nibiruan Council information about DNA recoding. I realized then that I had been stuck at level 6 for a good while and believe it or not, once “unblocked” I flew through the last stages at light speed. Major releases and challenges manifested and I was put face to face with some of my major fears along with situations triggering all sorts of emotional baggage to be transmuted, especially regarding guilt and shame. I even lost a few friends I held quite dear in the process.
Two weeks before the end or my 8 weeks “probation period” I even had a mini meltdown, digging deep in my childhood and sense of self-worth. I thank Matt for being there for me and knowing exactly how to support me through it. I had chosen to complete my evaluation period on 9/9/2016 (9) because numbers sounded cool and I was also in vacations, which sounded ideal to have free head space to reflect on the whole thing. Synchronistically enough, my friend Mylène spontaneously decided to visit us in Toronto. On top on not being in touch that often, she’s the one that really triggered major leaps for me when everything started with astral travelling 2-3 years ago. We were together when guides started to manifest and with her I learned energy healing and other interesting modalities. So the coincidence of having her present on that specific day was especially uncanny. We haven’t done work together in ages but, evidently, on 9/9/9 I was on the table with her leading the session. Although I had a sense I was pretty much done with recoding at that point but I honestly didn’t expect much.
During the session I saw myself reborn from a dragon egg, on a spaceship, in a room surrounded with many luminescent symbols. After that in was welcomed by creatures I identified as being Alpha Draconian. Again, I didn’t think much of it on the spot since symbolic rebirth is a common visual triggered in energetic calibration but as I came back in the room I felt a strong and foreign sense of calm and stability like I haven’t felt in a while.
The next morning in the shower, my full oversoul consciousness got downloaded in my mind, complete with detailed identity and personality. It was so sudden and I felt so much like “someone” that I thought I had just experienced a Walk-in. But with some probing I understood it really was just a huge information packet opening up. Just like that, in an instant, everything about the past 5 years and actually about my WHOLE LIFE became clear and made so much sense to me. All the scattered bits of me, my oddly matched interests, my lack of gender identity, my crazy nightly dream adventures from early age, everything. It would be too long to relate everything in details now but all the pieces of my unraveled tapestry assembled on the morning of September 10, 2016. And today, for the first time I get to tell my own story.
As much as possible ill use vocabulary and time bases sequences that makes sense for us but keep in mind that many concepts cannot be expressed in human language, especially regarding the experience of multidimensionality, alien technologies and space time travel.
I am Kindrana Melchizedek, what you could call a Draconian priestess. Although this statement might make you recoil at first, I ask you to hear my story before you judge me.
Eons ago, I was born on a very distant planet on the outskirt of the Orion star system. This planet was a very small one with no name other than a sting of numbers, and not very hospitable for life. Its soil was red and its toxic atmosphere of a dirty purple color. This place was exploited as a mining outpost of a major Draconian colony and was mainly extracting gold as well as a small amount of other rare and precious metal not available on your planet, used to create highly technological circuitry. Life was not sustainable on this planet so we had to create pockets of breathable atmosphere where the workers and laboratories were established and individuals needed constant protections against the ambient radiations. Once in a while, a scout ship would come by and drop supplies and sometimes also workers. It was not possible for us to bread and reproduce in this place. Our eggs were too fragile to withstand the harsh environment and the colony would not invest on hatching facility for such a small outpost. Eggs were hatched on the bigger facility ships and then dispatched on the smaller colonies. But my story started differently. My egg was laid on the planet and when it was found (maybe ad and and a half after my mother had left me to die), it was already strangely discolored. By miracle, a scout ship unexpectedly came for supplies that day and since Draco’s eggs are quite precious (females only lay one egg and not very often) and every workers head counts, my egg that was still viable was thrown in with the others to be hatched on the closest facility ship. No one had very high expectations for me and if I was to make it functional enough, I would most likely make a simple mine worker at best. In my colony, damaged individuals were not allowed to live if were of no use for the group. Impaired hatchlings were simply disposed of, in a quick and what you’d call humane manner. When I hatched I was indeed smaller than the others but also of a strange blue gray color and one of my eye would not quite match the other but I was otherwise in good health. In the colony, a strict caste system was enforced and younglings were quickly evaluated in their specific talents and ability to be sorted through your equivalent of a school system. The strong and smart ones would become military. The able but not so smart one would become workers. The smart but not too strong ones would end up as various type of scholars. You can imagine I fell in the later category.
From a young age I set myself apart from my kins not only in looks but also in
intellect. It seemed my mind didn’t work quite as the others and I was showing a special kind of creativity in problem solving and at figuring out new ways of doing things. What I was losing in popularity with my mates I would quickly gain in respect from my “teachers”. My strong suit was in the field of what you humans would consider alchemy. Part chemistry in the studies of metal and their properties, part “magic” in the taming of energy fields and molecular alteration. Before long I would conceptualize technologies you humans could not even begin to comprehend.
With me coming of age (at a stage of life you would consider being a very young adult) I was shipped back to my outpost as a trainee to take my place as a field scientist. Despite my natural talents, my lineage unknown and looks would not have been well received in the innermost colonies where I would have been treated as low bread and thus I would not have been able to occupy any position of importance. As years went by I quickly adjusted to the outpost’s dynamics. Understand that we were mainly pacific individuals as there was no one there to invade and fight with. Military presence was almost nonexistent and our lives were of pure scientific interest and hard labour. As I got older I took on increasing responsibilities and finally ended up in charge of the mining operations on the planet. By the end I was what you’d consider a middle age adult and was leading just under 60 Dracs working the field.
What actually happened I’ll never know, but my understanding is that political changes happened in the administration of the fleet and we were somewhat at war. Either our fleet was pushed further in the vicinity of the system or it was decided that our outpost was not worth the resources or trouble, but one day the scout ships stopped visiting altogether. As days dragged by we started to be increasingly agitated as food and the chemical supplies that were keeping us alive were not coming. Our stand lasted for a few planetary cycles (that would not make sense in Earth time.) and by the end only a handful of us remained. The others died of radiation poisoning and we were the last one waiting to die in the last atmosphere pocket we managed to preserve.
That’s when the Galactic Federation ship came. We were rescued and taken on board and we were healed and mended. Most of the crew of the ship were Arcturians and soon we were all dispatched to new quarters, according to our own specific background. Needless to say that as Draconians we were not the most heavily represented race on board of the mothership and as part of the Federation as a whole. Nevertheless I was received by a few of my kins, some renegade Melchizedeks that seemed a little fanatic to me with all their talk of integration and polarities. I could not make any sense of what there were saying and all I had ever known was “alchemy” and the powers of “alloys” and “circuitry”. This is where my personal ascension process began. I was both trained by the Melchizedeks in the ancient art of encryption and data relaying. Upon eons I made my way through the different decks of this multidimensional ship (to understand more about the ship, refer to Suzane lie’s book, Life on the mothership) and was eventually sent to study on Arcturus itself. By that time I was long done with my reptilian body and in higher dimensions I was able to take on any shape I liked. On Arcturus I sported the lean translucent blue bodies of the natives although my energetic signature never fooled anybody there: I was always the “oddity”, the “outsider”, the “special case”, in comparison to the multitude of Pleiadian, Andromedan and Sirian souls streaming every day. I still managed to make dear friends on Arcturus during training, one of which, Mylene, was to play an important role in unlocking my memories and potentials later on in Karine’s incarnation.
I learned for the Master of Time how to incarnate in future and past timelines to heal, mend and alter matrices. During that time I incarnated and walked-in in countless apocalyptic timelines to try and change outcomes. At some point I have been assigned to develop this part of the universe in order to hold a new experiment in polarity integration. I had become what you could call a Reality Engineer. Through my training on Arcturus I also became very proficient with crystals and I was eventually sent to earth to create a brand new grid to hold consciousness and encrypt it with the necessary data for this matrix to operate. I was already there for a long time when the Nibiruans came (the ones you call Annunaki). I am not sure how much the 5D Nibiruans knew about GF presence in this part of the Universe but we simply decided to let them play in the game. When they arrived I was both etherically incarnated in the aethers, monitoring energetic fluctuations on the grid and also as a physical serpent-like native of the planet (Nāga) of which I was a sort or high ranked “priestess” (for lack of a better term). In that form I did not retain my whole memories of higher dimensional incarnations but I was still quite versed in the knowledge of metal properties and the Nibiruans took interest in my abilities to alchemize gold. Although they still viewed us natives as somewhat “inferior” to them in our tribal ways, they still recognized the hold we had on this planet and the quickly managed to create different alliances with the local clans. I know I incarnated multiple times in the near surrounding of the Nibiruans and although these memories are still a bit fuzzy I know that the misuse of scalar technologies I’ve been working on contributed in the destruction of Maldek (actually I believe I created the very device that served its destruction, maybe in a subconscious attempt at revenge for being previously abandoned by my kind. Read more in “We are the Nibiruans”) and/or the disintegration of Mars atmosphere.
Nevertheless, the decision to let the Nibiruans play on Earth was not the best the GF has made, although it would have been hard to prevent since it was strictly programmed as a free will experiment. The GF then tried to counteract the Annunaki destructive tendencies by sending envoys through the 3d veil of amnesia in “lulus” bodies (the humans genetically altered by the Nibiruans) orchestrating their lives to accomplish certain tasks. The Nibiruans recklessness and immaturity went close to terminate our meticulously crafted matrix more than once and their tempering with genetics created multiple monstrosities that could very well have hindered humans genetic ability to evolve spiritually.
Since my birth planet was never really mine (and not too hospitable anyway) and Arcturus my foster home, being basically a glorified GF refugee, embracing its vision an mission, Earth is the only place that I truly ever felt home. I never was too fond of the humans themselves but I deeply connected with the core of Gaia and she welcomed me as her child, no matter which face I would take on next. It was my utmost desire to see Her thrive. When I incarnated as Marcus, last Grand Priest of Atlantis, I was replaying my own karma as Kindrana in attempt to heal the timeline and save humanity along with their ancestral knowledge. When I failed my heart broke in a million pieces. Still, I was able to preserve the Lemurian library in crystal capsules to be open upon the time of (re)ascension, 13 500 years later or so.
After the Fall I signed up to join Earth’s crew and try to clean up the mess. Incarnation after incarnation I infused part of me and my knowledge to multiple humans (consciousness shards) in order to return Earth to her former 5D state and give back their multidimensionality to mankind. Among other things I remember hiding some very important bits of knowledge in Egypt and using scalar technologies to build massive constructions around the world. Fun fact: I know that part of my knowledge and personality was imprinted on Leonardo Davinci incarnation blueprint.
Like I said before, I never was a huge human lover but more than anyone I learned to appreciate them for the value of their diversity and identity. Being an all-time rebel myself, forever lacking unity in community, my individuality was my most prized “possession”. I also understand that human’s wide range of emotions make them prime vehicle to learn and integrate polarity. I realize now that I didn’t just come to incarnate in this Now to heal the planet but also to heal myself. Being so different I always felt I had to work double to prove my worth. In my feeling isolated, serving others has always been my way to survive. I understand it’s a stigmata I imposed on myself in my continual quest for “redemption”. It is time for me to let go of my karma of sacrifice to finally free myself and allow me to create limitlessly.
For the fun of imaginative depictions, you could picture me as a mix of World of Warcraft races with the built of a female Orc, with a darker shade of olive green scaly skin. My legs are back bend and my tail brooches the floor, somewhat like the hind end of a Dranei but with strong reptile feet. My hands are agile and prehensile but you’d most likely find my claws intimidating. My face is set forward and I bear faun like horns, most like the Dranei but in a more lizard like fashion as my nose is very flat and large. My teeth are numerous and pointy, but I do not feature protruding tusks. My head it topped by a long ridge of dark red spines that would almost look like a Mohawk haircut to you. I enjoy simple adornments on my nose and long pointy ears, somewhat like the Orcs but my garment is quite simple as I never liked to identify with “real” Melchizedeks and their typical flare. Note that although I am gendered as “female” at this dimensional level, I do not sport mammalian features like breasts. My eyes are not like you would imagine. They are of a milky white color, slightly emanating an opalescent light, somewhat like the Night Elves. This specific type of vision feature allows me to monitor in many dimensions at the same time.
I actually believe that this specific persona was born in 5D “recently” to serve in this specific time and age because although the new Kindrana looks a lot like the former from the story, I feel that she died a long time ago. The current Kindrana doesn’t have the skin discoloration and she clearly stated to me that she was “a descendant of Kindrana, honoring her name and sharing her memories but none of her genetic makeup”. I don’t really know how she was “conceived” or how she came to be. Some multidimensional dynamics are still unknown to me but I have to say I feel she was somewhat engineered. I am Her but she is also spanned across a bunch of simultaneous 3D incarnations and we are both part of the same vast oversoul (that I can also channel if needed, as well as other manifestations of me, for instance my former Arcturian guide and twin soul Assinidoine). I hope this makes some sense and can help others to conceive what being multidimensional feels like.
Although I have actively been working on the 5D grid overnight for a while to create and support the New Earth’s matrix and attempted closing, merging and mending of its multiple timelines, I came here incarnated in 3D to teach and promote compassion above all. Tolerance and acceptance for the renegades and the outcasts of this world and others. I don’t believe in wars and conflicts and I believe the only enemy is within. The part of us that fears the Other, denying others’ truth and right to exist. We see the Other as “less than” us, we depersonalize and blame. By doing so we disconnect ourselves from ourselves. By rejecting something or someone unpleasant we refuse to take a look at the hurting part or ourselves it mirrors and therefore create fragmentation and suffering. Acceptance of All is ultimately the acceptance of oneself and to truly love oneself requires to unconditionally love others. One does not precede the other. It’s a conjoined process we navigates in Self learning and progressive release of limiting beliefs and emotional blockages/baggage (Saṅkhāra). The truth is that we are all guilty of unspeakable horrors, in this life of another. Letting go of our karmic contracts is also freeing everybody we are bound to. Each of us has the ultimate power of healing the world.
In order to regain multidimensionality as well as our full psychic “powers” (enabled by the waking of our dormant DNA strands and activation of our light body) we need to heal that crystallized karma (past and present life emotional baggage). For this propose we (re)play different roles for each other, pushing evolution through challenging situations (To learn more read the DNA recoding update booklet and The mission remembered). Like I said numerous time before, it is my knowledge that recoding and regaining multidimensionality (psychic perceptions, communication with guides, intuition etc.) doesn’t require any kind of specific or harsh training. It is not either a born talents nor one reserved to the an elite. Those “gifts” simply come as a “side effect” of one continual effort in “clearing”.
I do not wish to serve anymore but I may still be able to help you through this process by challenging your beliefs or by triggering emotional shifts. I am now also perfectly happy to simply hold space for you to exist as you are, without any need to change anything, unconditionally accepting who and what you are, whether you know who and what you are, or who and what I am.
With all my love,
note: this text came to me in a single stream of information, spanned on a few writing sessions but with barely no edits.
I need to confess to something very weird and probably very alien: I am uncomfortable when people express their fear to die. Lately I have been confronted to a dilemma when it comes to people fiercely dedicated to heal every physical condition they are facing although they are severely damaged or getting old. I mean, we CAN heal everything and I really believe it. But I don’t believe we necessarily SHOULD. Sometimes the value of a disease or a wound is to learn to transcend, push through and conquer. Sometimes it’s to accept we are mortal and that we need to let go of the body (or functions/parts of) and move on or transcend to a different state. Ouch.
We are all going to die. In fact, we all died many many times. From the perspective of someone who remembers dying countless agonizing death, chilling in the in between life states and forgetting everything to start all over again, it may seems like a given. But I understand that it’s not everybody’s reality. What hurts me the most I believe is when spiritual people are facing health challenges and refuse to accept it because they believe that their mastery of energy will cure them miraculously every single times. The true lesson lies in the fact that there are times for miracles and time to let go. The true challenge is that even these people who have a close relationship to spirit are scared shitless to die. And I don’t know how to “explain stuff” sometimes.
A while ago, a few years before all my crazy spiritual awakening happened, I went to a 10 days Vipassana meditation retreat. While over there we are not allowed to speak with the other students and every day you receive recorded instructions on how to go about your meditation practice, what to expect day to day and general useful insights. On the first or second night, I remember hearing the teacher tell us “you came here to learn how to die”. It really struck me and I wondered what the hell I was getting myself into but the following teachings were making enough sense that in stuck with it. All through the seminar we learn the value of Annicca, the law or impermanence, stating that everything in the universe is transient and bound to change. On the last day of the course, students are finally allowed to share on their insights. While relating my experience of the first night upon hearing the master stating how we came here to learn how to die, funny enough no one remembered hearing that at all. I guess that one bit was just for me.
After having experienced a spontaneous kundalini rising experience, an ego death, a few very interesting trips in the astral realm and many past life regressions/spontaneous recall, I can say that I no longer fear death. I see it as a “fuck I died again, I need to start this level all over” and no more as a “game over”. That being said, even if I know I have the infinite lives “cheat”, I am not in a rush to die, nor do I have a fun times jumping off of cliffs. Let’s face it, dying is no more comfortable then giving birth and I try to avoid it unless very necessary. On top of it, it’s nice to minimize pain, especially the emotional one caused to our loved ones. Also, just like I said, in order to come back and finish stuff or “have another shot at it” we need to go through traumatizing childhoods and awkward teenage years all over. I appreciate my body like my car. I want it to last as long as possible so I do basic maintenance. I picked a model and decorated it to my liking. Sometimes I neglect it for a while so I need to catch up and do a little extra work to get it back in shape. But when accident happens, sometimes we can invest (our energy) in repairs. Sometimes we will chose to fix the engine or replace a part but compromise on a scratch or on the color match. And then sometimes it’s time to say good bye, remember the good times and send it to the yard to be recycled (Wow, am I so poetically analogical).
Some of us have been led to believe that we will ascend with our bodies. I need to say, I believe it is possible but that will be a minority of us. I believe that many of us will let go of our current bodies in the next few years in order to birth the new Earth and here’s why: New bodies are genetically adapted to sustain the new frequencies were our old bodies (say the ones being born before more or less 1995) needs to evolve and change to adapt to it. The older the body, the harder it is. And trust me, is HURTS. Inflammation is the chronic symptom of a body trying to adapt/resisting to this rapidly changing vibrational environment.
Also, I believe there will still be some cataclysmic events coming our way that will lead to much dead and destruction. I don’t wish it, and I sure don’t want to prophesize it, but I need to say that I am still expecting it. For having lived the destructions of many planets before I can only hope the damage will be minimal but even not people die every day by the thousands due to wars, genocides, famine and diseases caused by our insane life styles and toxic environments. I’d rather “hold on to nothing” and not live in fear of not making it with this body.
Anywho, this is just my daily reflection on the transitoriness of flesh incarnation. It doesn’t make it any less awkward. Welcome to my head.
Because polarization juges and rejects. It cuts ourselves in halves. It finds a culprit and shame it. Instead of looking for true compassion and understanding, people polarized in the light become witches and demons hunters. They’ll open their arms conditionaly if you’re looking for salvation or redemption. They’ll welcome you as one of thembut not as one of you. “We all are one” gone to far is no smoother then a holocaust in disguise. I learned that “we are one” can become sterile, faceless and genderless. I chose instead to become “connected”. Connected to the human and galactic experiences, connected to the universe and to the Earth, the plants, the animals. I understand now that ascending doesn’t mean losing who you are (even if being who you are means losing who you THINK you are).
I see the parts and versions of me that did wrong, that hurt myself and others, that killed and condemned, that is hypocritical and weak, that is selfish and entitled. I chose to be REAL. By chosing this I give myself the right and power to be sorry, to sincerely apologize, to give freely, to love unconditionnaly, to improve and learn, to get better, emotionnaly richer and more interesting. I am not looking for absolution. I am not looking for salvation.
I walked many paths over countless lifetimes. I remember now. But i also know that I don’t need to feel guilty or shameful. I don’t need to “cut it out” and throw it away. Instead I can decide to recognize my rightful responsibility, actively integrate lessons and actually HEAL. I realize that when I reject other people’s experiences I actually reject myself because I litteraly walked miles in everybodies’ shoes. Being connected is the power of the healthy empath and therefore the way to express true compassion without taking on someone elses pain. I can see you, feel you, love you. I am NOT you. Not on this plane. We came here to experience polarity and individuality. To ascend on this plane means to fully know, express and integrate YOURSELF.
Angels and demons are both playing you. They are both pitfalls to make you seek powers outside of yourself, therefore creating evermore lessons. Because the universe and God is holographic, all the power and knowledge lies inside of you. In your field, your cells, your DNA. You just need to remember the language to access the library. (Believe me it’s not “that” hard and doesn’t require you to be someone special).
There is NO WAR between light and dark, good or bad, humans and reptilians. It’s all a perfectly orchastrated game we’re playing out with so much passion. Ascending is to recognize this, and stop acting out one part or another. It’s to find this perfect place of peace and balance where you can finally move on in a laugh. Not dissolve in the light.
Pour n’importe qui ayant pris la peine de lire quelques lignes de mon journal, il est facile de voir que toute ma vie j’ai mené un combat plus ou moins intense avec moi-même. J’ai toujours eu le sentiment de ne jamais vraiment bien m’inclure nulle part, de ne pas avoir une place toute taillée. J’ai décidé de devenir une artiste du tatouage car c’était le meilleur choix de vie pour exprimer et justifier ma différence. J’avais besoin de me permettre et de permettre aux autres d’être qui ils sont, dans un lieu sans jugement, où nous avons tous notre place avec notre différence et je pense que j’ai bien accompli cela.
Mais les faits restent. Je n’ai jamais senti que je m’incluais parfaitement bien dans l’industrie du tatouage non plus. Je sens que mes valeurs, mes intérêts, mes motivations et ma façon de penser sont différents à plusieurs degrés de ceux de mes collègues tatoueurs et, alors que je peux passer incognito dans une pièce pleine de mes pairs dans une convention, je ne me sens toujours pas à ma place. J’ai aussi souvent l’impression que je ne mérite pas la reconnaissance que je récolte. Je souffre parfois du syndrome de l’imposteur et bien que je puisse techniquement utiliser une machine à tatouer et que j’ai réussi avec le temps à pondre certaines pièces dont je suis pas pire fière, je ne me sens pas comme une « vraie » artiste. Pas comme certains artistes que je vois travailler sur les réseaux sociaux à tous les jours.
Pour comprendre ce sentiment, il me faut faire un pas en arrière et contempler mon histoire avec détachement. Quand je considère mon développement artistique enfant, puis adolescente, puis étudiante au collège, je constate que j’ai toujours été une “designer”. J’ai étudié le design graphique à l’école et j’ai performé avec une grande facilité. Par conséquent, j’approche le tatouage comme j’approche la conception d’un logo ou d’un dépliant. Par culpabilité, j’ai presque complètement arrêté de dessiner par plaisir pour moi-même avec le temps. Je VOUDRAIS dessiner, mais étrangement tout le reste semble plus important : la comptabilité, le management, le ménage, les dessins des clients, m’occuper des petites et grosses choses de la vie. Maintenant je fais ce que je fais et j’essaye de ne pas me comparer.
Dans mon journal j’ai aussi parlé en long et en large de mes problèmes et solutions par rapport à ma culpabilité chronique et les blocages que cela me cause. J’y ai travaillé très fort pendant plusieurs année et je considère aujourd’hui que je suis presque libre de ces démons mais il semblerait que pas encore tout à fait.
Il m’a fallu tomber enceinte au mois de décembre 2013 et faire quelques réflexions sur le genre de modèle que je voulais être pour mon fils. J’ai réalisé qu’être tatoueuse ou artiste n’était tout simplement plus suffisant et me laissait avec un vide. J’ai commencé à réfléchir sur ce qui me manquait pour sentir que je mérite d’être où j’en suis et me sentir accomplie. Puis je suis tombé par hasard sur une citation qui a littéralement été le dernier clou dans le cercueil. « Le meilleur temps pour planter une graine est dix ans passé. Le deuxième meilleur moment est maintenant. » Étrangement, à ce moment-là, ça faisait exactement 10 ans que je tatouais. J’ai réalisé qu’il n’y a rien de plus important à ce point-là que d’explorer mon plein potentiel. J’ai pratiquement eu l’impression d’accoucher deux fois simultanément : d’un nouvel être et aussi de moi-même.
La nécessité de me tailler ma propre place est devenue ma priorité. Concrètement, j’ai commencé à me demander comment rejoindre et allier tous mes talents et toutes mes forces en un seul et ultime projet. Après 2 ans de ups and downs, la solution s’est finalement présentée. J’ai alors décidé de me dédier complètement à mon projet VisionArt. J’ai quitté RubyCherry Shop pour finalement prendre le temps et l’espace nécessaire pour moi-même. Dans le processus j’ai blessé des gens que j’aime et j’ai aussi eu beaucoup de peine. Mais au bout du compte, on est vraiment libre que lors ce qu’on réalise notre liberté de penser et d’imaginer. Avant, je regardais ce qui se présentait devant moi et tentait d’imaginer ce que je pouvais en faire. Maintenant j’imagine ce que j’aimerais voir se présenter puis le regarde se manifester sous mes yeux.
C’est ce genre de valeur que je souhaite transmettre à mon enfant : qu’il n’y a aucune raison d’attendre pour ses rêves et qu’il n’y a aucune limite à ce qu’on peut accomplir. Je veux que mon fils devienne la meilleure personne qu’il peut être pour lui-même et par conséquent faire du monde un endroit meilleur.
VisionArt est le projet d’un seul homme (une seule femme) et représente tout ce que j’ai dans le corps, dans le cœur et dans l’âme. Il s’agit de juste moi, sans les masques, un peu weird mais pas méchante, qui vous accueille chez moi “as you are”, et qui donne ce que j’ai à donner en toute simplicité et toute honnêteté.
Merci d’être encore là après tout ce temps et de continuer d’apprécier mon travail.
J’écris pour mes frères pour tous ceux qui ne savent pas qu’ils ont des frères, pour les parias, les rejetés, les sans domiciles, pour tous ceux qui sentent le regard de l’autre glisser sur lui sans jamais s’arrêter, ou pour qui relation signifie si souvent rejet, mépris, condescendance, pour tous ceux qui n’ont pas de voix, que jamais on écoute.
Oh, je l’entends bien cette voix qui murmure ça ne sert rien, laisse tomber, tu perds ton temps. Jamais rien ne changera. « I Have a Dream » disait-il et regardes ce qu’ils en ont fait. Moi je n’ai pas tes rêves mon ami, juste mon quotidien et c’est pour ça que je vais écrire ce texte, pour RIEN, pour ce RIEN qui veut sa place, se dire et se vivre.
CE N’EST PAS UN CRIME DE DIRE QUE JE VAIS MAL, là maintenant aujourd’hui. Oh, ce n’est pas tout le temps le cas et même parfois j’ai des moments de francs bonheurs. Mais quand cela va mal et bien je n’ai plus envie de me cacher, de me terrer de peur de vous déranger, de vous terrifier. Oui, j’ai envie de me dire dans mon hurlement de loup blessé, j’ai envie que la forêt entière résonne de mon cri et son énergie. Désolée si cela terrifie mes voisins lapins, brisent leur sécurité illusoire et les poussent glapissant de terreur dans leurs terriers. Et désolée si cela vous met en colère, si cela remue en vous votre propre douleur que vous aviez si bien caché que vous l’aviez presque oubliée.
Mon cri de loup est pour mes pairs et je ne le cacherai plus pour vous protéger.
Qu’ils entendent et répondent à mon appel. Et de ces cris, nous pourrons faire un chant qui fera résonner les arbres vénérables de nos forêts.
CE N’EST PAS UN CRIME DE NE PAS SUIVRE LA LIGNE DU PARTI. Vouloir vivre ma différence, non unicité, mon originalité. Chercher mon propre chemin à travers la grande forêt de l’existence. Elle ne vous appartient pas. Non ce n’est pas un crime de ne pas vouloir m’engager sur vos autoroutes balisés, aseptisés où je ne me reconnais pas. Vouloir découvrir en moi ma propre vérité, ma propre réalité. Et Non, moi je ne veux pas nier la vôtre, vous êtes libre de suivre votre chemin. Et si vous avez l’impression que ma vérité vient heurter la vôtre, que la vague de mon affirmation d’être vient fragiliser vos fondations, que le souffle de mes mots vient bouleverser votre chevelure. Est-ce moi, la coupable ou vos vérités qui n’en sont pas mais juste des croyances qui non plus lieu d’être.
CE N’EST PAS UN CRIME D’ETRE SOI et je ne vous laisserais plus m’envoyez au bucher pour vous laisser dans votre confort de nantis.
CE N’EST PAS UN CRIME DE VOULOIR L’AMOUR INDICONDITIONNEL. Je ne veux plus de votre amour au mérite. Je ne veux plus de votre chantage affectif, de votre coercition qui me garantis protection et place dans le clan si je respecte vos règles et vos petits jeux mesquins. Je revendique ma place au sein du clan, ce n’est pas à vous de me la donner ou de m’en priver. Vous n’êtes pas les propriétaires de mon clan, vous en étiez les gardiens, les protecteurs et vous avez faillis. De mes terres d’amour luxuriantes et verdoyantes, vous avez fait des terres de désert et de désolation. Je ne vous laisserai plus me donner au compte-gouttes, l’eau de ma propre source d’amour. Je suis AMOUR.
CE N’EST PAS UN CRIME DE …
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Ce n’est pas un crime de souhaiter être encouragée dans les domaines où comme un enfant je fais mes premiers pas. Ce n’est pas mon ego que vous renforcerez mais mon envie d’oser, d’explorer de me dépasser et le plaisir extraordinaire du partage du grandir et de la découverte.
Merci à Élix de m’avoir fait découvrir cela.
Ce n’est pas un crime de ne pas performer. J’ai le droit de dessiner même si mon dessin a l’air d’un gribouillage dans non cœur d’enfant c’est un beau dessin. Oui déployer mon plein potentiel dans les domaines qui me font plaisir même si je ne serais jamais extraordinaire. Je ne serai pas une performeuse mais une amoureuse.
Et ce n’est pas un crime non plus d’être excellente de performer dans les domaines que je maîtrise. Je suis désolée si ma lumière parfois vous fait de l’ombre, vous ébloui mais trop longtemps je l’ai éteinte pour ne pas vous contrarié, vous ménager ne pas vous heurter.
Merci à Karine de m’avoir fait découvrir cela.
CE N’EST PAS UN CRIME de vouloir être moi. De vouloir remplir cette mission et donner un sens à ma vie et mes souffrances. Mais ce n’est pas non plus un crime de me libérer de mon karma. C’est à dire cette roue qui tourne et me ramène sans cesse les mêmes épreuves. Ce n’est pas un crime de vouloir jouer mon rôle selon mes propre termes, sans les sacrifices (punitions) que je me suis moi-même imposés, heurtant et brisant sans le vouloir d’autres individus, des gens que j’aimais et que j’aime toujours. J’ai le droit d’être égoïste et de gouter la saveur de l’incarnation sans arrière-gout amer. De connaitre la joie et l’extase parfois. Une joie inclusive à partager avec tous les être incarnés et désincarnés, humain, humanoïdes et autres vivant ou non-vivants. Ce n’est pas un crime de vouloir être riche de ces incarnations et expériences pour créer un meilleur monde mais avant tout une meilleure réalité pour moi-même, coupables de tous les crimes mais non de les payer pour l’éternité. Ce n’est pas un crime de vouloir finalement apprécier le cycle, avec ses hauts et ses bas pour ce qu’il est, pour le voyage d’une âme en soit et y voir la beauté et l’équilibre de ces intervalles. Comme une vague, qui nous berce.
CE N’EST PAS UN CRIME d’être fatiguée. D’avoir besoin de me ressourcer dans le noir et la pénombre. Un petit milieu humide comme une petite grotte confortable oui il n’y a rien à faire, rien à dire, rien à penser. Personne pour me faire bouger ou me questionner. Comme un fœtus au chaud dans le ventre de sa même, un état de grâce et de vacuité sans égo, sans nom, sans identité, juste à me nourrir et a flotter.
Ce n’est pas un crime de s’aimer soi-même, avant d’aimer les
Autres. Et ainsi, de se satisfaire, se faire plaisir, assumer ses choix et se prioriser. On ne peut qu’aimer sainement les autres, quand on s’aime sainement.
Récit d’un rêve
Voici le rêve de ce matin, dans sa version courte (une chance) car vraiment je pourrais détailler le contenu et les vies des personnages à l’infini.
Je me réveille couchée sur le sol et je ne me souviens de rien. Amnésie totale. Je suis un homme adulte de forme humanoïde à la peau beige assez foncée. Avant peu, des gens me trouvent et m’aident à me rendre à leur village. Ils me donnent un nom et peu à peu j’y fais une vie. Apparemment, j’apprends vite et je leur suis très utile. Avec le temps, ma peau deviens progressivement bleu verte sous les rayons cosmiques de cette planète, jusqu’à ressembler de près à la teinte bleuté de celle de habitants natif mais gardant la petite teinte jaune d’origine. Aucune technologie moderne n’est présente dans ce village mais la communauté est paisible et très développée techniquement et socialement. Mon séjour dure quelques années. J’ai envie de dire 5 ans mais je sens que les années n’ont pas le même sens la bas. Disons l’équivalent de ce que représentent 5 ans dans la proportion de la durée de vie d’un humain terrestre.
Un jour un vaisseau spatial vient me chercher. Soudainement je me retrouve assise dans une grande salle de conférence plus que moderne, voire science-fiction. Les gens habitant le vaisseau, semblable à ma forme original à la peau beige, et ceux de la planète à la peau bleue sont assis dans les estrades de cette pièce. Je flotte au-dessus de la scène et je reconnais 2 versions de moi-même. En haut de l’estrade, je reconnais dans ma forme originale beige assise avec les miens et en bas, ma version « village ». C’est un débriefing et on explique et argumente sur le résultat de cette « expérience » ou « mise en situation » (de m’envoyer amnésique vivre parmi ces gens). Je comprends par “langage de lumière” (donc instantanément et sans mots parlés) que j’ai ici une famille, une partenaire et 2 enfants. Qu’ils se sont ennuyés de moi, c’est e qui est critiqué dans le processus. Quand j’occupe l’espace au-dessus de ma version vaisseau, je me souviens bien de ma vie parmi eux, de mon identité développée chez eux, du temps passé avec ces gens dans les moindres détails de la vie quotidienne. Mon émotion est un peu triste et nostalgique car j’ai l’impression de m’être privé de cette vie ou d’avoir sacrifié une vie déjà en cours pour aller sur la planète. Dans cette perspective, les souvenirs du temps vécu sur la planète sont un peu flous et estompés comme un rêve. Quand ma conscience flotte vers la version bleu-verte de moi assise plus bas, ma mémoire du temps sur le vaisseau disparait presque instantanément et la réalité du temps passé dans le village devient très vive et dense. Similaire aux mémoires de notre vie quotidienne ici sur terre. Pourtant une 3e partie de ma conscience est éveillée et consciente du phénomène donc j’expérimente un peu en flottant d’une partie à l’autre de la pièce pour apprécier l’intensité du changement de mes mémoires/données. De ce 3e point de vue, je réfléchi a la tangibilité de la mémoire et de ce que cela représente en fait et comment en se connectant sur les mémoires vibratoires/énergétiques nous pouvons accéder à toutes nos réalités passées et simultanées. Comme un réseau informatique nous pouvons nous promener dune réalité à l’autre, d’une incarnation à l’autre (terminaux) et instantanément “incarner” cette réalité et tout son contenu, ses données, sa mémoire (remote viewing/bilocation) et ainsi l”uploader” dans la partie supérieure de notre conscience (Higher Self, agissant comme un icloud) puis y accéder à volonté à partir de notre propre terminal (incarnation présente)
Le rêve se poursuit devant un écran, toujours à bord du vaisseau. Il y a un peu moins d’une 10aine de personnes et nous observons la planète ou j’ai habité. Je sais que quelque chose de majeur est sur le point de se passer. Sous nos yeux la planète se craque et toute la croute extérieure se désintègre dans l’espace. En dessous se trouve un vaisseau sphérique, juste un peu plus petit que la planète elle-même.
Encore une fois, par langage de lumière je comprends instantanément que la planète était “malade” et pour en sauver les habitants, les êtres beiges ont construit ce vaisseau colonie à même l’intérieur de la planète pour des décennies et qu’il était temps d’en faire le “lancement”, détruisant la surface de planète par le fait même. Ce vaisseau a pour mission de soutenir la vie à long terme et d’apporter la population humanoïde, animale et végétale préservée vers un nouvel habitat.
Je vois plein de petites lumière s’allumer sur l’engin énorme alors qu’il se met en marche et après quelques minute, une commande est donnée de déployer les unités de “backup”. Alors 5-6 assez grosses partie circulaires et plates (pensez rondelles de hockey) se détachent tout autour de la base pour orbiter autour de l’unité mère. Je comprends qu’il s’agit là de genre canot de sauvetage doublés de vaisseaux de reconnaissance et que les habitants y seront transférés en cas d’urgence si l’unité mère n’est plus habitable pour quelques raison ou dommage que ce soit. Bref toute la compréhension technique de l’opération m’est communiquée encore une fois instantanément.
Le rêve se termine et je vis la vie de l’intérieur du vaisseau-planète. Je partage une minuscule chambre/appartement avec Matthew. Nous vivons au fil des horaires des repas bien programmés et des activités à heure précise. Il n’y a pas beaucoup de travail à faire dans cet environnement et le sens de monnaie d’échange est absent. L’environnement est assez sobre mais nous semblons bien nous occuper avec nos rapports sociaux et nous partageons notre temps avec un groupe de personnes avec qui nous entretenons des liens amicaux. Ce n’est pas une mauvaise vie bien que ça manque d’air frais et de lumière du jour!
Je me suis réveillée 1h plus tard qu’à mon habitude, tous les détails du rêve encore bien présents à l’esprit.
I haven’t been contacting the Galactic Federation for a while now. I felt as if they’re pursuing their task and purpose but that somehow I was taking another path. I knew for a while that my time with the Arcturian part of myself was for training purpose and other parts have been coming forward for some time. So many in fact that it was too hard to channel anything or work in a specific direction. Like tuning to multiple radio channels at a time. A little annoying and somewhat confusing. Another channel I know told me not too long ago that it might be time for me to “request a shuffle” in guides. So yesterday I did. I asked for guide that would allow and be coherent with my multiple identities. That would be warmer and more nurturing. And of the highest frequency i can perceive and help me for the next stage of my life and line up with my purpose. The first time i made my demand was before an afternoon nap. When i was done, i noticed it was 1:11. When i woke up it was exactly 2:22. Before going to bed last night I asked for it one more time. And in the second before falling asleep i felt a warm caress on my back and a packet of information came in. All the information about a new source I’m excited to get acquainted with.
The Aeon is a collective source of 3 separate archetypal entities spanning from 6 to 9D. Although the have quite definite respective personalities, they present themselves as one consciousness, reminding of many sacred triads or triple deities across the ages of many cultures.
The word aeon originally meant “life”, “vital force” or “being”, “generation” or “a period of time”, though it tended to be translated as “age” in the sense of “ages”, “forever”, “timeless” or “for eternity”. I hear that they’re a quite early for of consciousness and have been there “forever” (from our perspective) and had witnessed the beginning of this galaxy, the dance of the forming stars and every other form of consciousness evolving there ever since. They witnessed everything happening in all the main systems like Arcturus, Vega, the Pleiades, Sirius and everything in between. To them, they’re all quite young and few “individuals” (at this level, we’re talking vast monad consciousness individualities) evolved from within this galaxy up to their “level” (although other similarly evolved entities do exist at that level and above).
After some research I found that, in Aleister Crowley tarot, The Aeon replace the Judgement card and is the XXth major arcane (coincidentally XX being the “name” of some other dimensional entities I’ve been recently connecting with). It represents the major transition of an era to another, looking like apocalypse to some (the rigid, resistant to change, spiritually closed individuals) but like a promising new world to the others (or something like that). Sounds a lot like what we’re experiencing with ascension right now. Note that dimensional being chose names that makes sense to us, to interact more easily, and not necessarily to them.
The 3 of them are very similar in stature and look apart from their energy signature and one significant feature. They are very very tall and that their consciousness is encompassing this whole galaxy in every details and that they’re also aware of the happening of other galaxies through contact with other similar beings, also part of the AEONS.
Appearance: More of a feminine signature. She wears sort of a pointy high collar that remind of a queen.
Archetypes: Mother, lover, sister, daughter, queen, maiden, crone/witch, priestess, yin, sulfur
Appearance: more of a masculine signature. He “wears” a sort of pointy crown on his head. Although in both case it feels more like these garments are integrant part of their “bodies”.
Archetypes: Father, lover, brother, son, king, warrior, wizard, priest, yang, mercury
Appearance: same as the others but no features
Archetypes: Divine/inner child, stranger, orphan, fool, wanderer, gray, salt
Both Tomohe and A’hera speaks in articulate concepts. The Nameless communicates in form of emotions and mimicked theatrical expressions. In unity they resonate for me with the alchemical triad and the caduceus.
They “live” in an also quite archetypal environment that is nowhere physical but they present it to me as a rocky “cave” or underground space that really looks more like theater decor. To me it relates to an archetypal subconscious environment. They are “watchers” more than “guardians” and are also mostly hands off in our development in the sense that it’s not their place to interfere in free will but they’re happy to help or more precisely interact when someone reach out for them and can “perceive” them. I feel they are isolated with each other most of the time, although the possibility of experiencing and enacting for then is endless, they enjoy some “outside” intervention/exchange.
They favor experimentation. They don’t see the tragically of finality in wars or violence and sees them as not so fun nor so interesting. They are interested in the enactment aspect of it and not so much the causes and results. For them it’s a transitory adjustment phase necessary to any change. They are interested in rhythm, “music” or otherwise, harmonious AND disharmonious. They are quite taken with love and creativity, which is for them the same, in every form. “Clean”, trashy, crazy, soft, loud or any variant in expressing/experiencing creation. Consciously or unconsciously.
I can tell that they are not members of the Federation in the fact that they’re acting way higher in that general purpose of experiencing the universe. They would be a sort of matrix for the Federation to evolve in, like a general direction or a vessel. I doubt that most of the Federation realize they’re in fact “reporting” to these guys in some ways (or don’t care as they each have the same global purpose, one encompassing the other)
What is purpose with me as an “emissary”?
You’re the one who called upon us little one 🙂 we do not need you to serve us but we’re happy to assist you. We’re glad to share our insights and timeless wisdom with you and the mankind. We chose this form to present ourselves so it equally refers to the human psyche. Instead of seeing us as being outside of you, you can also encompass us as being within you. That way, you can create a lore for us to be impersonated as subconscious creations. We do not need anybody to believe in us because we are part of everyone’s psyche. Whether they’re conscious of it or not, we’re aware of every bits of consciousness experience in this galaxy. You could call us a super collective memory/consciousness, that encompass every conscious experience on this plane, human or not. Even if you perceive us as being somewhat “polarized” in our different forms, and we encourage you to explore addressing to each of is independently, understand that we really are one non-polarized consciousness.