During my personal expansion I have been able to remember myself beyond this life. As a Soul having lived many lives on Earth, other planets and star systems. As well as the time I have spent in between incarnations. It is my desire to share my experiences of remembering myself as an infinite being of light so that you may remember yourself as the multidimensional being that you are. The Human vessel has far more potential than we as a species are currently experiencing. I am here in this life to help activate and awaken dormant DNA sequences in our human bodies through working with the energy of the Earth.
As a Shaman it is my role to step outside of this reality into the unseen realms where I gather knowledge and healing energy on behalf of my clients during a spirit journey. It can take me anywhere, through time and space into different dimensions into different realities. I can meet with Earth spirits, cosmic star beings, guides and helping spirits, shape shifters or power animals. I also find any energies or entities that need to be transmuted or removed.
I am able to access a higher aspect of myself known to me as Kilandril from whom I receive insights and understanding beyond the reach of my human personality. Kilandril is who I know myself to be outside of any incarnation and the truest version of myself that exists.
I have been coming here to Earth for thousands of years in many incarnations in many timelines. The ability to enter the dream state and step outside of this reality while remaining present with the body is a gift that runs in my family. My ancestors are always with me, they are in my DNA and I know every one of them on some level. Each one has something to teach me.
We are truely connected to our ancestors, to the Earth and all of her kingdoms, we are part of her. Our Soul is eternal light, our body is the Earth. Its time to remember now.
As I dance to the beat of the drum I go into trance and I see golden energy weaving infinity into my spine as it works its way from my base to my crown then I step out into an ancient forest where the oldest tree has laid down to create its own grove. The Ancient Huon pine has an opening in its bark. A scar. I place my palm flat on the open skin of the tree. Layers and layers of records from the Earth akashic records hit me and fold into me. I begin to melt into and fall into the rich tannin filled waters of the river that enfold the forest. I sink into the deep dark depths and am carried like a fallen log to the opening of the sea.
As I arrive at the sea shore I step up and out of the water onto the sand. I am like a Selkie stepping out of the water and out of my seal skin which I wrap around my shoulders. My seal skull I wear like a crown in my human form. I see an ancient Atlantean castle made of light rise out of the sea in front of me. As I ascend the steps I walk with one of my kin beside me. We reach the top of the steps and we are blocked entrance to the castle by an enormous walrus. He sheds his skin and we see him as the King. Foreboding and immense. I say to him “I am a free being of the land and the sea, grant me sovereignty.” He asks me to prove I am of the land and sea. I show him my two eyes of Jasper. One green the land, one dark like the depths of the sea. He sees me as the shapeshifting selkies of both the land and the sea, through these eyes.
He grants me Sovereignty and I begin to cut the cords of bondage which become visible all around me. I cut these cords away with a scythe made of Darwin Glass blade and Huon pine handle. I cut away the cords for my kin also. When we are free of bondage I ask to access the hall of records. The ancient castle of light is an Atlantean hall of records, I ask to pass. The king demands payment and I give him a seed of consciousness as trade. I open from my heart the golden energy of the pine and it moves forward through his heart. The pine cone moving from his heart to his crown and opening out unfolding cosmic connection. His crown opens to the cosmos as gold and his golden energetic wings open as his consciousness ascends.
We step past him and into the hall of records. I begin to imbibe the knowledge. Breathing deeply in the words and the wisdom from the sacred texts. I see the golden words and symbols move through my breathe into my body. My kin stands solid beside me and hums a low tone that keeps the frequency stable. My cyclic breath begins to draw up the floor of the ocean. The sand like fragmented crystals rising and whirling into a massive tidal wave that draws up on itself endlessly and stands static shadowing us below. The tidal wave begins to shape shift into the head of a cobra then, the head of a lion then the whole structure solidifies as sand stone in the shape of a temple. I see now, that the tidal wave I was so afraid to step into, in my dreams, was a temple all along. The ancient hall of records is revived and rebuilt from the desecrated ruins of the fragmented crystal castle. I breathe out gold and cover the temple sealing it then I breathe the shimmering waters out to cover and cloak the temple so it remains hidden.
We walk now as free beings of the land and the sea. Encoded with the memories of our selves and the earth as it was and will be again in glorious alignment with the cosmos.
I go into trance as I dance to the beat of the drum. I step out onto lichen covered stone and I see I am made of stone also. Slowly the edges break away and my body is exposed. As the stone falls away I see a deep, dark and beautiful forest of pine trees in front of me. They are releasing their golden pollen and the air is fragrant with their mist. Golden threads of light emerge from my meridian lines reaching forward and connecting to the pine trees of the forest. The sacred geometry of the tree’s structure of growth and pine cone design spirals into me and meets with my internal design for life.
Where the stone has fallen away from me and onto the ground, the rubble I leave behind is like building blocks, foundation. As I look to the stones I see others are rising from the Earth in their stone bodies, encapsulated and still. The golden threads of my meridian lines meeting with and interacting with them cracks them open and their stone falls away leaving beautiful hearts of gold.
In seeing their hearts of gold I am encouraged to move forward. I pick up my bow and golden tipped arrow and I shoot high into the sky creating a star burst of light that rains down golden shards. Illuminating the dark forest. Now we see there are many beings sheltering in the forest also, not just covered under stone.
We move forward together with our radiant golden hearts glowing. Entering the forest very calmly. We see the beings in the forest are part tree part man. Their minds are wooden. Not aware. We speak to them in gentle tones as they are cringing away from us. They see we shine with light and light is their nourishment so they soft to us, meet with us and listen to our stories of how we fell asleep as stone. They tell us they never slept but remained still for a very long time. Wintering dormantly and budding in spring.
We sit together in the forest showered in golden pine pollen as our memories of before return. Through sharing and connecting we awaken ourselves and our souls come fully into our bodies allowing us to see our divinity. It is a sweet remembering and we rejoice together.
The war on consciousness is raging everyday. The battle lines have been drawn up. We are seeing the divide widen as each person takes their place on the battle field. Everything is coming out in the open and we see who has remained staunchly loyal to their mission and who has betrayed their soul for ill gotten gains.
This is an epochal time on planet earth, it is no game, the stakes are high and even the hardened warriors are falling prey to the new weaponised control systems. The betrayal is felt deeply, wounding the physical bodies of those loyal to the earths evolution. Each time a warrior falls, a scar, like a memory is cut into one who remains loyal. This way we will always remember our fallen. And when the war is over we will come back for them and dig them out of the trenches, to bring them back to the light.
I dance to the beat of the drum and I go into trance. I walk as lethal as the Jaguar, a shape shifter, stalking in the shadows. As I move forward, gold leaf is folded over me and all of my surrounds until everything glitters. I shine bright and I storm the Cathedral, kicking in the door I bring the radiant light of Gods glory and all trespasses who hide behind the veil are caught in the glaring light. They are taken by the forces of the light and the Cathedral is reclaimed and returned to harmony frequency allowing the Earth energy to move through the focused energy point of the land. This unleashes a river of built up energy that flows out to other energy centres connecting harmony frequency and dissecting interference.
I walk outside and under a dark sky I anchor my golden energy into the Earth. Huge pulses of light move through me into the Earth like lightning bolts. I can see my kin who are with me grounding this light also. It smashes through us at high voltage, we breathe through it, flex our bodies and allow the charge to build until it strikes again.
We see the others, the ones we have lost, they are walking among us still but a venom is in their blood. It moves slowly from their heart out to their limbs and it blackens them, drains their life force, holds a piece of their soul as ransom. A point of light remains as they turn from flesh slowly into something inorganic, not made by God but Gods creation inverted.
One lost soul, one I have known, walks past me. As the venom spreads I see that a realm of darkness is opening around him and begins to draw him in. I reach out my hand and grab him by the wrist as he is falling into the depths. I can’t hold him here and he slips away. I scream into the void we will come back for you all. As the lost souls fall into lower realms of existence my kin and I hold the Golden light for the Earth and we continue to illuminate the land and recapture the sacred sites that have been corrupted.
As the Earth begins to glow from the golden light infusion the trees become vibrant and alive. The gentle glowing radiance is heady and sweet. I breathe in the vapour and I melt into bliss. Standing in a grove of ancient pear trees I see the venation of the leaves and their translucent nature. I marvel at their beauty and am taken into a heavenly reverie with the trees.
Once I am recharged I move on. Walking the ley lines back to life, harmonising the distorted energy fields and connecting with my kin who have come to Earth like me to breathe life back into a dying planet.
I dance to the beat of the drum and I step into the vision. I am standing on a large golden disc with symbols all over it. I see the Earth below, it is completely barren. I reach up to the sky and I draw down white liquid light as life force. I am filled with the light and enclosed in an orb. I begin faceting the orb by smashing my feet into the disc below me to break off fragments. When the orb is completely faceted it shines even more radiantly. I step onto the Earth and I hit the ground hard with my feet, breaking the ground open beneath me. I strike the ground over and over with my feet, cracking the Earth open until it opens deep into the ground. I allow the white liquid life force to flow through me and into the Earth pouring down into the cracks and forming mycelium like roots. As I beat the ground beneath my feet and crack open the Earth I awaken the Earth spirits.
They rise up from the ground in a line, facing me, angry at my attack on the Earth. They are baked from clay, ochre coloured bodies and white faces. I extend my energy towards them to let them see that I am here to heal, not damage the Earth. They recieve my energy as white liquid light and then they turn to face the other angered spirits of the earth. I see the Water spirits rise up and communicate with the Earth spirits then they receive the healing light and turn. Waves and waves of these spirits rise then receive and turn until there are thousands of lines of spirits in front of me infused with the life force light. We continue in this way with me beating the Earth with my feet and them passing the light forwards line by line. The cracking of the Earth sounds like thunder and as we build the energy together there is an electric charge building also. A storm is coming. Rain starts to fall and the droplets create ripples across the energy of the orbs, now around each spirit of the Earth. The ripples collide into each other and create a crossing pattern, the weaving of the energy is strengthened by the ripples moving like sound across the entire Earth.
When the entire Earth is covered by the lines of spirits wrapped in light orbs slowly faceting. I breathe in the light, charge up my body and all of the orbs with Earth spirits allow the energy to move through them into the Earth like roots then I let the energy out with a breath and branches grow from the top of the energy orbs. All of the other orbs grow branches too. They bloom with soft pink blossoms. A beautiful white light forest covers the Earth. My tree is over all the others like a great canopy of protection. I breathe and build the energy until it rises and all of the trees grow until the blooming branches of my canopy stretch into the cool reaches of space. Many stars shine above us and many stars fall down as gifts for the Earth. Diamonds falling into the open blooms. The petals of the flowers close tightly around the diamonds and a sacred fruit is formed. Red shiny apples fall to the ground beneath the trees.
I release the building energy and I relax back into the tree then step out of the tree into the forest. There the floor of the forest is covered in red apples. I pick one up to take a bite and the sweet fruit electrifies my mind with sight and my body is charged with a current that connects the air around me. Hexagonal fractals branch out from me with each bite. Building reconnection with the All. I see the other Earth spirits step out from their trees begin to bite into the apples and connect with me and the All. Then everything begins to grow. The moss covers the ground, the mushrooms emerge, flowers bloom. I try a leaf from the tree. I place it on my tongue and the script rolls down my body like parchment. Written word rolling over me infusing into me. Knowledge being received.
I walk from the forest and I see the gaps in the Earth where I had broken it open are filled with crystal formations. The wise crystalline beings step forth, they begin to raise mountains and carve beaches and lakes. I sit beside the beach of sand and stone and I weep tears of joy to see life return in such abundance. The ocean is filled with my salty tears and waves come rolling in and crash on the shore. I am at peace as the Earth is regenerated to its forgotten glory.
Every cell in your body is identical to the cells of the Earth, your body is made of the Earth and you are an expression of her. Your body is part of her body. You are her children and she gave you this body. The Human species has a particular role to play in her evolution and healing. If our species dies out she will not be able to function properly. The best description I have heard is that the human species is like the lymphatic system of the Earth. When we had our natural way of living in harmony with the Earth. We lived and moved along the ley lines and power centres of the Earth. We were conduits of energy and we walked the energy lines for the Earth so her energy could flow and she could operate at maximum potential. We would listen to the Earth and she would move us to locations where she needed to focus her energy, she would gather us at important astrological events so she could communication with her star brothers and sisters. We created a homeostasis in the Earths field. We were connected with each other and made a grid of protection for the Earth. The electrical circuits of our body connecting and expanding our energy body to meet with and connect with our other brother and sister species such as the animals and plants. This way we created alchemy for the Earth. Moving with the seasons and the stars we were guided by our Mother the Earth and she was protected and healed by us.
Now we have forgotten, now we have been lied to. Now we must remember that which we have forgotten, that which was stolen from us. Because it wasn’t our natural evolution that brought us here. It was war, coercion, manipulation, interference and massive disturbance. It isn’t our nature to live in disharmony with the Earth it is by design. It is time for you to consider whose design? Whose plan for humanity is this? And are you playing right into their hands.
There is a filthy lie being passed around among the self righteous, self acclaimed leaders of the economy, health and governance. And sadly many Earth based intelligent natural human beings are buying into it. The first time I heard it was in the Matrix movie. “Human beings are a disease, a cancer of this planet, you are a plague, and we are the cure.” Agent Smith The Matrix.
This lie has become so pervasive that I hear people repeat it back to me as if it is their own realisation. An epiphany that some how resolves all of their questions. Well I tell you now it has been planted there for you to “discover”. It has been repeated until somehow it has become an acceptable truth.
There are two parts to this lie:
First “Human beings are a disease”. This captures those that can justify to themselves that they are living a sustainable life. Because they are now exempt and place themselves above the rest of humanity.
Second “and we are the cure”. So now we find our selves in a situation where we are facing a genocide. Not just one race of people from one country but the entire world, all people.
Instead of uniting and seeing what is being done to us as a species we are fractured and we are against each other. We are divided and we are accepting this lie. So now we go along with the genocide because those humans we consider consumers must go so we, the superior race, of sustainable ones may have a place on the Earth and there are only limited resources after all. Right?
This is what captured consciousness looks like. You have been deceived.
You are an infinite being of light your soul eternal. Every cell of your body is identical to the cells of the earth. You are not a disease on the Earth neither are any of your brothers and sisters. You are all of equal value to the Earth. You each have a purpose and a unique strength or gift. When we heal from this sickness we heal the Earth too. The sickness is in the mind the sickness is in the body and it has been inflicted on us. On a spiritual level this is a test to see how far we can go into the darkness and still be able to return to the light. Every dive we take into the shadows we gather more depth of understanding. But there is a risk we could loose ourselves we could loose the Earth. It is time to turn it around now we are at the most base level of our existence. Time to return to our brilliance and gather all of this knowledge to be shared and learned from.
As I dance to the deep pulsing beats I go into trance. I step out of my body and I see the desert, sand dancing all around me to the vibrations of the drums. It is night and as I step out further and I see a group of Arabian women dressed in deep reds with sheer silk face coverings and dark kohl design around their eyes. They dance to the beat with me, then they circle around me and they sing with high frequency earth tremoring tones. The sound is dizzying and I am led by them to an underground chamber. Where I am greeted by the Intuitive warrior, I know him, he holds a large Persian Sword. He walks towards me and places the point of the sword into the sand at my feet as a symbol of fealty. I tell him I can’t lead, I don’t know the way. He says that if we walk together we will both see. A connection has been made and as he walks my feet move with his. I stand behind him, but I see the way ahead and so he sees it also. We are linked.
He leads us out of the chamber following my instinctual and visual guidance. As we come out under the night sky I look up to the stars. My body arching backwards. The constellations in my eyes lock with the constellations of the stars. Then multiple constellations are drawn out of the sky and aspects of myself and the Intuitive Warrior are pulled down to Earth from lives we were living in the stars. These aspects of us are now drawn here to join with us, enhance us, expand us. My aspects stand either side of me, they look like me, they are me. They have different experiences, they have different knowledge. They stand with me and we sway to the music as my heart beat comes into sync with theirs and we merge into one. The etheric layers of me are electric and colourful like oil on water as the dissimilar energy meets and merges. I feel alive but also very tired. Like all of the cumulative years of my many lives has hit me like aging hundreds of years all at once.
After we have both merged the aspects of ourselves from distant constellations. We are met by two other warriors, one is Head and Heart strong the other is Fluid, the Intuitive warrior takes his sword and I see it has ancient Arabic writing alive on it with fire. He brands the Head and Heart strong warrior across the chest leaving writing on his body like a tattoo. He brands the Fluid Warrior on the upper right arm leaving the written text. They all stand opposite me in the formation of an arrow. The ancient text starts to come alive like fire wire. It moves from them to me. Long lines of fire wire moving through my body and it burns hot. Rewiring ancient memories of them with me in past lives. As allies, as kin. As one. As my body is awakening with memories my spine becomes activated and grows huge within my body, each disc becomes a temple that expands and sets itself down on the Earth. The temples are carved from stone and they surround us in a circle.
Then my blood brothers come to stand either side of me and behind me. Green alive lines of energy move through me and through them cooling and protecting. I wrap it all around them and cover their skin in ivy leaves so they can’t be seen, a camouflage. I shield them as they stand in an arrow formation behind me.
After the rewiring has completed I am very tired but we have to keep following the path that is unfolding visually now like electric light in the dark of night. We see our way ahead as we all stand together. The formation shifts as I am tired. The Head and Heart warrior carries me and the Intuitive Warrior and Fluid warrior walk ahead. My body is limp but I am speaking as we walk. With my eyes closed I am still guiding us. I ask the Intuitive warrior why they need me to see. He says because a woman has a greater capacity for information, memory and codes than a man does. That is why we are often allies. He says you can see the way ahead and I have immense focus so I can forge the path, no distractions no obstacles, nothing can stop me.
As we are walking in formation like this more allies join us. Light hearted and free spirited they joke and jest and they tell me stories, reminding me of times long ago when we were free to roam the Earth as children of the universe. We were giants, we were spirited and whole beings. Like a band of merry travellers we weave our way through the memories and unlock many temples on the earth that came from the stars for people to bring facets of themselves home to them. Syncing their heart beats and aligning with their fullness as divine and alive beings of the earth and the stars.
He was a wild boy and I was a wild girl too. We were never meant to live a life of captivity, traps were everywhere, so we ran. Into the forest and far away. I thought they would never catch us. But one day they did. I slowed him down and they baited him, the wolf. They caught him and they took him from me. I got away, but only barely, the scars still show. I skulked in the shadows, black panther, comoflagued, hidden, alone.
I couldn’t stay hidden forever. There was a light growing inside of me. A gift from the wolf. A rising star so bright it burnt through all of the shadows and camouflage. A ball of fire that burnt through my very being, a sun that shone within me, illuminating everything. Searing the skin from my blackened body, it burst forth. The pain was unimaginable. Through the fire and fury I became the Phoenix.
On the fiery wings of the Phoenix I fly high above the chaos and the lies. I see the traps and distorted timelines. Splitting and falling away. The dead are walking among us now. We will be the living. We will be those who rise after humanity has fallen to ashes. As we always have.
~In Memory of my Son Phoenix 08.08.15 — 888—24—6—333333—18—9— As above so below
Past life memories are coming back to us now. If not naturally then with assistance. Why is this so important? Because we need to know where we have come from to know where we are going. Whether this is memory in your blood from your ancestors or memories in your soul from past incarnations. All of this knowledge is accessible now. There is a struggle happening. Some forces seek to hide the knowledge from us so we remain small and others are protecting the knowledge so we may find it.
This is a past life memory shared with me of a warrior protecting the kings list which has the records of the Kings descended from heaven who each reigned for thousands of years. This carved stone text is a record showing human lifespans that have shrunk from thousands of years to hundreds, to barely a hundred.
~We cross the bridge into a past life. We are in Mesopotamia. I see the warrior standing with bare legs, wild hair, feet on dusty, dry earth. He wears a gauntlet of leather, brass and steel and is stained with the dust from many days of hard journey through the desert. It is a vast space with only a few sparse stands of trees. He and his band of travellers carry something very precious, ancient and dangerous in the wrong hands. They guard it well day and night. Stopping to make camp in the empty desert. At night they stand vigil and watch the night pass as others sleep.
The warrior stoic in his mind and body, knows the charge he has been given, he knows the consequences if they fail. A terror will be unleashed on the Earth that no man would survive. So the few that must fall to guard this secret is a small price to pay in comparison. He pays dearly for it though, every time a man falls under his protection a piece of him dies inside. He knows the toll of this work will one day take him to an early grave, he sees his mentor on his way there now. Strung out under the pressure of responsibility he drinks himself to numbness and dies a little inside every day so he may live one more mission. He has become hardened and calloused from this work.
They pick up where they left off, one more day’s walk until they reach their destination. The wagon strains on the dry earth under the immense weight of the sacred box within. They see the earth walls and the opening into the temple beneath the earth. The hired labour take the great chest from the wagon and carry it into the tomb. The warrior’s follow them silently and dispatch them with expert precision. Dead before they hit the ground. No inkling of what was coming. It’s better this way. They die with honour and have been given a pass to the afterlife because of their contribution to this sacred mission. They are buried in a place of prominence within the underground temple.
Returning to their lives undercover as ordinary citizens the warriors mix with the upper class, those in high places and the common folk in the marketplace to keep a finger on the pulse of information moving through the gossip circles. The bought and paid for secrets and fabricated stories are reaching almost a mythical status now.
We see the warrior at home with his family a wife and son, they are part of his cover, his mind always on his mission, it is what he was born to do and he will die for his cause one day, if he does live on he will become one of the council but few ever make it that far. And who would want to sit upon a seat that carries such burden. He surely never wants his son to suffer the life he has lived and prays that one day he will walk another path. Take his mother and cross the sea to safety. Build a new life and take his lineage in another direction. One of peace, not this silent war that wages under the surface.
If the sacred texts, (the cuniform tablets of the kings list) can be secured into the temples at their designated locations all will be right and good for the future and the people will be free from tyranny.