🪐 🔑 Space for rent: In a plane, I see the peak of Mount Everest and say I want to live somewhere with views like this. Someone says to me, “No one on Earth can have this view. Look at where you’d have to live for that to be possible.&r
🌸 💡 New Earth Visioning Conference: I’m in the astral version of Mexico City. There is a New Earth Visioning Conference being held, and this is where my Higher Self goes while I am sleeping. I want to retain everything I learn, but my body ca
🌱 🚀 Seed library spaceship: I’m in a seed library that hovers over the Earth. The scientists on the spaceship are all women. They tell me not to worry—“Every beautiful part of Earth is being preserved.” There is hope here.
🧚‍♀️ 💫 The fairies fear off-planeting: At an interdimensional gathering, I sit with my friends—the fairies, unicorns, and all the other magical creatures that only children can see. They are children of Earth too—their purity and i
🤝 🔄 The Co-Evolutionary Promise: Twice she shows me how she’s smothered in satellites. I feel claustrophobic as I connect with Mother Earth’s consciousness. She feels held captive. I can’t breathe. All this technology is altering
🌍 💔 The memory of Mother Earth glitches: I ascend and descend many times, running back and forth between Earth and the higher realms. In the heavens, I feel euphoric, but I miss my form. In the Oneness, I feel complete, but ache to be alone within
🧬 ⏳ The Evolutionary Braid of Time: They show me what “infinity thinking” looks like—the Evolutionary Braid of Time. All of creation entangled with itself, from microbes to dinosaurs to horses to humans to sentient AIs. My conscio
👼 🌌 How the angels hang from heaven: I had been watching the world for such a long time—hanging upside down from a cloud, my umbilical cord tethered to the cosmos. All I wanted was to be born, to give it a shot, and see how far I could get as
❤️ 💡 Our hearts as light bulbs: I see our hearts as light bulbs. The light that emanates from our heart fields differs. Mine is the brightest, whitest light—sometimes harsh to others. It’s a light that wants to banish all darkness but i
🧠 🌌 Psychic fields are playing grounds for thoughtforms: In a dream, I’m being hunted by an interdimensional being. He has a deflated soccer-ball head and gleaming blue eyes. This soulless entity is a Tulpa—a mental construct projected