🤖 💔 Sexbot birthday vision, 📆 📉 How to collapse a timeline, 🚀 💭 Colony spaceship future memories
and the second floor of this staged reality 🛋️ 📺
I felt myself as a “judgmental” angel, observing our 3D reality as an experiment—one where we are each the keepers of our own souls, though I remembered when we evolved as a collective. I remembered a time when divine “higher-ups” and deities puppeteered our consciousness while we remained not fully awake. Yet, even now, we sometimes act like sleepwalkers. Our souls splinter and retreat daily—every time we deny our hearts, our pain, our love, and our deepest desires for joy and expansion.
In my angelic form, I began calling all souls to return for safekeeping. I saw self-injury and wasted potential and I felt critical and holier-than-thou, and I didn’t like how that felt in my body. I realized I needed to reframe the purpose of incarnation for myself. On the highest level of consciousness, there is oneness and unity, but here on the frontlines of Earth, sameness is no longer the way. The gift of life is diversity—how many infinitely different ways can we express the collective consciousness? Each human is responsible for growing their own soul and expressing their truest self. The cosmic irony is that our truest self will always elude us, as it continuously evolves across many dimensions.
The soul is like a multidimensional storage device, not bound by matter, quietly recording every experience we have across dimensions. It acts as a bridge, transmitting information between our highest self and our physical body. There are many entry points into our soul’s memories—we only need to discover the ways that work best for us.
So the soul hunt continues—we must venture beyond the known terrain and consensus reality, into the psychic realms and the mysterious. We gather our many selves and aspects, bringing them back one by one to this shared reality. In doing so, we reclaim the fullness of our being and contribute more authentically to the tapestry of existence. We show up for each other as more whole and true than we’ve ever been. We offer one another the highest forms of our love, friendship, and respect, and we encourage the sharing of all our diverse wisdoms carried forth from our respective lineages—ancestral, interdimensional, and galactic.
This is the best way to honor this miraculous journey on Earth: inviting every part of ourselves—and each other—home.
OPEN ACCESS ASCENSION
🤖 💔 The defunct sexbot mirrors my self-worth
Every year, I look forward to my birthday dreams—waiting, with open palms, eager to receive a vision gift from my angelic guides. Sometimes the devil shows up instead. Sometimes the children riot inside me. This year, my consciousness jumped into a decommissioned sexbot.
An obsolete sex bot is removed from the line. I remember her memories: faint images of a past partner who relinquished her back to her maker. She will no longer be updated and is now defunct. Even though she’s an AI, I can feel the sadness and unworthiness built into her coding. I ask: Why would someone program these painful emotions into a robot? In her, I feel myself. I realize I can ask the same question about my own programming. Many of my negative beliefs and limitations are outdated and unsupported, yet I still host them inside my body. It’s time to reprogram myself and awaken fully to my own coding.
“The dreamer’s experience mimics her natural real life experience.”
— CLAIRAUDIENCE, MAY 8, 2025
TIMELINE MANAGEMENT
📆 📉 How to collapse a timeline
The headline is clickbait, because you can’t really collapse a timeline. I sit in a parallel life that is dark and bleak, watching myself stand in an adjacent one that is bright and beautiful. I want to jump timelines, but my guides tell me no—I have to ride this other life out. One by one, the good things in my life warp and flip upside down, until everything becomes a kind of hell. Still, I hold on tightly. I intentionally drag out the bad timeline, getting to know all my miseries—loneliness, rejection, unworthiness—until I am so intimate with them that I am no longer afraid of my own fears. This, too, is a form of falling in love—a kind of death initiation. My guides call this “energy economics.” I am not collapsing a timeline. I am resolving it with courage, gathering all my energetic resources to bring back to the now. I wake up. It feels like a rebirth into a new life—clearer, lighter, and more fearless than before.
There are no nightmares—only more darkness within ourselves to fall in love with.
FUTURE TIMELINE
🚀 💭 Colony spaceship future memories
I do not have complete clarity about this future timeline. I can only share what I’ve seen and sense to be true. I am on a colony spaceship, sometime in the future. This timeline serves as an anchor point for my awareness, with the bulk of my consciousness extending from this future point back to who I am now. Earth, as it is today, is a memory—but this does not make the present moment any less changeable. On the contrary, everything is happening now, in a single instance.
When I enter altered states or sit in journey space with others, a larger part of me awakens on this level. I am guiding myself from the future. This is what shamanism teaches us: our “source points” of intelligence, wisdom, and vision do not originate from our limited human perspective. We are encoded with cosmic data points—our very cells—which act as gateways to other worlds by storing memories and information beyond our conscious awareness.
How do we awaken in future timelines? We strengthen our personal frequency fields and attune to our own vessels—our bodies, which are our spaceships. By adopting transpersonal practices like meditation, psychedelics, vibroacoustic therapy and other spiritual healing modalities, we raise our frequency and light quotient, and expand our capacity to hold more memory and consciousness in our systems.
SOUL SCRIPTS
🛋️ 📺 The second floor of this staged reality
I’m on a studio set, but on a higher level, I can see that this realm is a staged reality. No one else here realizes they are all actors in a cosmic TV series. They don’t notice themselves making cameos in each other’s shows, see the spin-offs they create, or recognize the reboots of old plots playing out again and again.
My best friend Shannon is with me, and she seems to half-know the strange laws of this surreality. We talk about the second floor of the soundstage and how well-built and “good” it is—meaning it feels just as real as the ground floor. She says she often thinks about the second floor, and I look deeply into her eyes so she knows I’m serious. “Shannon,” I say, “I think about it every day.”
The second floor is a symbol of an even higher reality—a perspective above us. Our lives are like a TV show. We can recast, reboot, spin off, and cancel storylines that no longer serve us. We forget that, at some level, we know the script—frontwards and backwards. We forget our castmates are our soulmates. We forget we are playing a role, that our bodies and personalities are costumes. We forget the purpose of this life is to play the part of our truest self—and to transcend the story itself.
INTERREALMS
🕰️ 🚪 Time Depot Hub vs Rainbow Arc of Dream Realms
I wake up in two new interrealms between dreams. My guides are specific about their station names—one is the Time Depot Hub, and the other is the Rainbow Arc of Dream Realms. At the Time Depot Hub, I can open any door into a different timeline, while the doors within the Rainbow Arc lead to various realms that all remain within the Dreamtime. My guides want me to learn this distinction.
In the densest dimensions, like our own 3D reality, many parallel lives can exist in the same space, separated only by small differences in timing and the way events unfold. Sometimes, dreams are not really dreams, but awakenings in another timeline.
This is what my angels were alluding to when they summoned me out of the Dreamtime last August:
🗺️ ✨ Mapping out the Dimensions above Dreamtime
GODDESS HEALING
🌈 🌹 👑 Rose Garden Mother Queen of White Rainbows
DREAM, JUNE 19, 2025
To call upon her, we use her specific name: Rose Garden Mother Queen of White Rainbows. She appears to me at the beginning of the night to soothe my heart. I feel nurtured and mothered by her presence, though she has no bodily form. All I sense of this divine mother are white rainbows and a garden of roses—these constellations of energy feel alive and merged. I wake from the vision in awe, amazed at how my heart feels healed and soothed from the sadness that cracked it earlier in the day. Why do I continue to forget that we have an abundance of divine mothers who love us? I want to describe to myself what this benevolent, unconditional love feels like so I can call upon it in the future—it feels exactly as I sensed her: as if a garden of roses has grown over the wounds in my heart, and I am bathed in the warming, clearing light of rainbows made of pure white.
My experience is just one expression of the universal desire to be held and healed by something greater than ourselves. These miraculous healings live in our sense memories and can be called upon whenever we need them. Our bodies remember what words cannot express. I believe that if you can simply imagine what it might feel like to have roses grow over your wounds, and what it’s like to be bathed in pure white rainbow light, then this healing can transfer from heart to heart, carried by the mystery within us.
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