⛏️ 🐦 Canary in a coal mine , 🔍 🌌 Hidden heavens in manifolds, and the Goddess Library 👸🏻 📚
If you sit with the darkness long enough, the radiance will break through.
I’ve been cocooning for the past two months working on the Many-Worlds Vision book. It’s done now, but I’ll officially announce it and share it in the next issue.
For now, here is everything I’m currently integrating from dreams and psychedelic visions since mid-December.
SPIRITUAL SOVEREIGNTY
⛏️ 🐦 The Spirit as a Canary in a Coal Mine
I see my spirit as a canary in a coal mine. My angels ask me how committed I am to Earth—am I willing to go down with this ship? I say "yes" over and over again. I witness the evolution of Earth from agricultural to industrial to future timelines, and they are all bleak and dark. Yet, hope floats and the spirit soars, and even a canary in the coal mine remains a free bird if it chooses to be. I anchor in the light and love wherever I go.
DIVINE ARCHITECTURE
🔍 🌌 Hidden Heavens in Manifolds of Space and Time
I am caught by the higher-ups while trying to create heavens in manifolds of space and time. I ask them, "If the broligarchs can have bunkers, why can't I have hidden heavens?" I pull in everyone I love between the dimensions. We are safe for a while—existing outside of the timelines—but I know this is not a viable solution for the evolution of our souls.
SHADOW WORK
🌑 ✨ The Radiant Darkness
I learn the difference between sitting in the darkness and sitting with the darkness. This is not suffering, but it is sorrow. I don’t wallow, but I weep. If you sit with the darkness long enough, the radiance will break through—and it is so beautiful, and it is so everything.
HIGHER LEARNING
🌈 🏢 From Prisons To Prisms
I teach the children how to anchor the light into their bodies. They will be born into bleak times, but they will be a rainbow amidst grim skies. Each ray of light is a higher frequency—these children will incarnate with multidimensional perspectives. I wake up with the words “from prisons to prisms” on my lips.
ANCESTRAL ROOTS
🌳 🍃 A Child-free Woman On The Tree Of Life
I sit on a branch of my Grandmother Tree, observing the roots and new life being brought forth. I ask my ancient mother, “What does it mean for me—who will not bear children—to be part of this tree? Where are my roots?” The answer comes two months later, in a dream. I see my sister and her daughters as roses in a garden she is tending, and I know that those roses are my lineage and my daughters as well. I then speak to my own mother, across time and space, and I say to her: “Sisters bring in each other’s babies, and I picked the strongest one to come through, Mother.”
CRYSTALLINE DNA
💎 🧬 Crystal Clear Genes Now In Stock
I walk into a Historical Archive of Genes, but in the dream, I see it as a clothing store selling denim jeans. I ask for my Crystal Clear Elite Director jeans (genes), and the woman behind the counter says they don’t make those anymore. She suggests that I search the stock room, and maybe I will find what I’m looking for. I go into the back room and discover my grandmother sleeping on a shelf. I recognize that my crystalline DNA is inherited from her, so I pick my grandmother up and carry her out of the stock room.
SERPENT ENERGY
🐍 🌙 A New Year Dream: A Serpent’s Awakening
My last dream of the year, and I am clearing ancestral lines for the gifts to come in 2025. I reunite with my family in the astral realms, and together we walk the cityscape of our dreams. Like I would in real life, I walk into a jewelry store. I try on a golden snake necklace, and it comes alive on my neck. The store owner tells me that it is not a golden snake necklace, but a snake painted gold. I decide to buy it anyway. My sacred feminine consciousness is awakened, and it’s time for my voice to have a transformation. This is a renewal for my throat chakra. New year, new voice.
When the serpent speaks the shadow it transmutes lead into gold.
OFFICE OF THE GODDESS
👸🏻 📚 The Goddess’s Lending Library
I take a man to the Goddess library. I tell him he has many books to read if he wants to know me. I’m teasing, but also very serious. A man does not learn about the sacred feminine through touch or love—only through surrender. Not every man can enter, but the Marys are there to grant him entry, and I sit to the side and wait patiently as he picks out a book.