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• I do no do intimate partner readings, if you want a fuller explanation of WHY let me know and I’ll do like a full youtube/podcast episode

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I could give a damn if my predictions, reads, etc, were accurate at freaking all! I don’t care! Wasn’t my idea, not my plan, I don’t give a damn.

And this is precisely why I’m reads are so freakin’ accurate: Because my ego is completely unattached.

its almost as if it was planned to be that way (……)

I was guided to morning to pull up my subscription to Elizabeth April’s website (this is how you know you’re really in it, when you have an EA subscription). I was prompted to listen to one of her ‘Intergalactic Federation’ videos. Mind you, I’ve never listened to these episodes of her’s, though it’s my understand it’s sort of what she is known for. My understanding is that she connects with intergalactic beings she’s formed a relationship with, and asks them questions about humanity’s future, past, laws of the universe, history and potential future of all galaxies. It sounds almost identical to the work I do when I remote view, but she has a deeper connection with her sources-- at this point, than I do.

Though I’m on EA’s highest paid tier, I was a little miffed that the content my guides requested I listen to had to be paid for in addition. They, in turn, waived the fee entirely (?) and I in fact did not need to pay to view it. My guides and the universe love an opportunity to remind me that nothing is a barrier to the goodness that life and the afterlife has in store for me. My guides are laughing and saying, ‘We take advantage of your curmudgeonliness to prove to you you are worth it.‘ That’s nice :)

The episode I clicked on, EA was remote viewing the details of something called the Orion War. I’ve never heard of this war before. I don’t consume very much ‘spiritual’ or even alien content. So all of her channeled information was new information for me. Accept that, you guessed it, it wasn’t all that new to me.

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I’m literally from another planet. Lightyears from Earth, a population of intergalactic beings began to evolve both in ego and in consciousness rapidly and at an unforeseen pace, and past the point of their capacity. This in an of itself is a little complex to understand, but it wasn’t for me. The moment I heard EA speak of this planet I knew: this was my planet. These were my people. This was me. Even now as I write this, I’m in tears-- truth tears. When presented with a data set that should be new information to you, your body and soul respond with tears and a visceral sensation you cannot explain. Truth tears had me wailing on my bathroom floor this morning listening to the fall of my origin home.

These people, my people, grew exponentially in their ability to accumulate resources, metaphysically and physically, and were growing as quickly in their intellect and consciousness awareness. Instead of consciousness superseding the ego as it normally does on earth (ie., when you grow in consciousness on earth, your ego tends to diminish and vice versa) in this instance, the ego maintained it’s edge over consciousness. These being began to feel that they were superior to the the natural laws of the universe, and their universal contracts. Experiencing this rapid gain of awareness, determined they were were god-like.

Viewing them, I can see they are actually not a particularly malicious, mean or manipulative people. Not in the least. They actually appear quite reasonable, level headed and self aware. But this is almost part of their downfall: they too recognized that they were conscious and aware beings, and they determined that because they were not ill-intentioned, they were above the laws set by the governing bodies of the galaxy. They wanted to exert their free-will beyond its contracted capacity.

They became a house divided. Many wanted to continue following the laws of the universe, many did not. And they, we, would learn: a house divide. can. not. stand. I wanted to remain under the universal laws. I fought, negotiated, and plead for unity. But it did not matter. The planet burned alive, combusted, imploding on itself.

A house divided cannot stand.

This is how I was banished to this hellscape-- kinding, kind of, but not really. Because my planet went up in flames, I had to go somewhere. I could remote view the details of this another time, but for whatever reason: I ended up on earth. And I have been on this goddamn rock ever since. I-- and others like me, many of which are YOU, you resonate with me because you are me, have had lifetime after lifetime of trying to renegotiate this grief trauma. It’s a nuanced grief that cries:

I did not do enough to keep us together.

So guess what we do, lifetime after lifetime. We throw ourselves in the middle of the most heinous crimes, and most turmoutious of conflict, again and again, pleading with these dumb humans to put down their goddamn weapons because a house divided cannot stand.

Instead of being listened to, WE became scapegoated. WE were sacrificed. We saw the future and the future came true and instead of it being seen as a miracle, it was reason to pull us apart, limb from limb: a perfect but gruesome representation of getting caught in the middle of two opposing forces.

So then, just as any intelligent creature would do: we stopped speaking out. We had lifetimes as monks, hermits, witches deep deep in the woods, solo adventurers beneath the earth. We couldn’t take it anymore. If humanity wanted to tear itself apart at the seams and destroy itself, fine so be it. Bunch of asshole anyways.

But we kept coming back. Not because we wanted to, but because, the grief wound needs to be healed. It begs to be resolved.

An emergence of us that went silent out of spite and survival, are awakening now, seeking to end of our cycle here on earth and recognizing, we must to resolve our grief.

We have to let go of the belief that we didn’t do enough to keep our community together. Even as I type that, I struggle to belief it. This runs deep. If you don’t know, as of January 2026, I have gone no contact with my family of origin from this lifetime.

I still hold this belief that, I didn’t do enough try to keep my family unit together. I mustn’t have worked hard enough, forgiven deeply enough, been patient, honest, giving enough.

But none of that is true. I know it is not true. I know, with every fiber of my being, I could have NEVER kept my family of origin together. It was broken before I got here, and I could not seal the cracks in the seams. I tried, so so hard. It is easily my greatest and least rewarded mountain I’ve summited in this lifetime. Because in the end, I walked away. I walked away from the mountain I wanted to build a home on. But it wasn’t a mountain, it was a goddamn volcano that was going to take me out and could never be home.

The lesson is not sacrifice the self, throwing yourself onto a landmine, in hopes of saving the idiots that keep chucking hand grenades at one another. The lesson is also not to completely dial off your attachments, and avoid all emotional connection, focusing solely on the self (I was 100 percent a monk not so many lifetimes ago, it’s also why I have a penchant for green chartreuse).

Overcoming the origin grief wound means to detach from the outcome of those you love, in order to focus on raising your own frequency. I can’t increase the consciousness capacity of the universe by mediating the conflict within and between other people, even those I love very deeply. The capacity for consciousness is actually expanded by mediating the conflict within myself, increasing my own cohesiveness. thereby, raising my own frequency as a byproduct.

This works to simultaneously increase the capacity of those you are connected to: in the aetheric, in the living, in spirit, in contract. All of them have the potential to grow in their consciousness when you increase you own.
Notice I said the potential. Just because the potential is there doesn’t mean everybody will follow suit. We have free will. You can lead a horse to water (or a very stubborn human), but you can’t make them drink. Healing from the wound of, “ I did not do enough“ is in detaching from the outcome of another person’s choices. In doing so, you actually are honoring their sovereignty as an independent, conscious being. I can’t think of anything more loving than that.

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0:20 – I did not drop a pin

0:45 – It’s not on the third level

1:00 – Towed? ..Toad?

1:30 – Could not find security

2:00 – Not in the city’s towing database

3:30 – It’ll be fine, I have insurance

4:00 – Definitely stolen

I’ll include additional updates, timelines, etc as I receive them.

This is, in part, a personal log (or vault)— so that I can return to these intuitive hits as I rarely remember them, especially when I receive them in a channeled state.

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Like what about this is an invitation to then ask me to hang out?? that’s wild

Also: people in department stores keep asking if I’m okay when I’m just standing there comparing deodorants. None of it makes any sense. AND I”M THE NEURO-ATYPICAL ONE???

Unmasking has been a journey.

• 0:00 – I’m extremely forgivable

• 0:20 – Staycation check-in: a weasel man cuts me in line

• 0:50 – He apologizes and expects me to say “no worries” — I do not

• 1:15 – He apologizes again, I wish him luck finding his parking spot

• 1:40 – The front desk man gives me a free upgrade after watching me be a total brat

• 2:00 – The man finds me outside and apologizes again

• 2:30 – Mistee a year and a half ago would have people-pleased till the cows came home

• 3:00 – Being direct never gets me into trouble, esp. when I expect it to

• 3:20 – The neighborhood altercations: I am a menace

• 3:45 – The man who parked in my spot the day I had minor surgery and went to work

• 4:15 – The mean note I left on his car (with my Venmo)

• 4:45 – He carried my trunk stuff inside while my car was being detailed

• 5:15 – He then asked me out via construction construction paper & crayon- not a joke.

• 5:50 – The neighbor I called the cops on who now gets off the elevator a floor early

• 6:30 – Unmasking in stores: department stores hate to see me coming

• 7:00 – The pattern: I’m extremely forgivable — unless I’m at Target or Homegoods for some freaking reason
  

  
  I’d love to hear you unmasking stories! Bc it’s one of the strangest experiences I’ve had since my diagnosis.

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