Claudia’s Many-Worlds Vision
Claudia’s Many-Worlds Vision
👼 📲 The Angels code in eternity, 🔥🪞 Selfhood as sacred fire, 🌈 🎨 Call for psychic art collabs, and 📺 🔮 Video Oracles—plus the Coconut Mystery! 🥥 🔍
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👼 📲 The Angels code in eternity, 🔥🪞 Selfhood as sacred fire, 🌈 🎨 Call for psychic art collabs, and 📺 🔮 Video Oracles—plus the Coconut Mystery! 🥥 🔍

🗣️ 🔦 We keep the future bright by naming the dark
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📣 ANNOUNCEMENTS AND LINKS

The audio track in today’s issue is a gift from Nathan Gates, who took a recording of me reading a third-hand creation story and made a music mash-up. He called it Coconut Mystery. The transcript to the original story is here.

This exquisite corpse of magical media reminded me of a recycled art project from 15 years ago that I called Waste of Paint (inspired by a Bright Eyes song). I put poems where they wouldn’t normally be found, then sent them around the world.

It feels like time to resurrect this—only now, let’s expand it: psychic art collages, co-channeled messages, digital visions, collaborative dreams. I’m not sure what it will look like yet, but let’s co-create it.

I want to pull poetry from your dreams. I want your cosmic questions to seed my mysteries. Anything I post here, or on my blog or on Instagram is fair game for the cosmic collaging. Feel free to do whatever you want with it—and then share it with me.

If you’re willing to share a bit of your soul for the sake of art, here’s the submission form.

One correction from last week’s dream video: it wasn’t the Angels holding up another reality for me in the dream—it was the fae realm (honest mistake—they both have wings). The night after I sent out the issue, the Fairies popped into my dreams to clarify. They said they’ll now frame their messages in the color orange, so I can tell them apart from the Angels.

🧚‍♀️

What would you do if you were dancing with the rainbow?

Let me feel fantastic again, I said.

— CLAIRAUDIENCE, JULY 26, 2025

DREAM, JULY 26, 2025

All the octaves of life,
the spectrum of light,
the colors of my feelings—
I dance above the reality grid with the rainbow.

This is how I feel fantastic again, I say.
I remember what matters most to me:
freedom, play, and love.


STAR SEED, EARTH ROOTS

🌠 🌌 The Star Children come down with the meteor showers

DREAM, JULY 29, 2025

On the night between July 28 and 29,
the star children came down
with the Delta Aquariids.
I see them
drop to Earth,
bodies chain-linked into constellations.
They roam the empty streets at night
while we anchor them in our sleep.
They play with our dreams,
seeding our cells with innocence.

This planet
is a sandbox for reality—
days when the sun
shines on our skin
and we can feel it,
like kisses from the stars,
dreaming us back
into being.


SELF-REFLECTION

🔥🪞The Vestal Virgins teach selfhood as sacred fire

RECURRING DREAMS: JULY 30, 2025 | AUGUST 3, 2025

I dream I am a Vestal Virgin of Rome—
guarding the sacred fire.
I know there is something to resurrect.
Something to protect.

You misunderstood, my guides will later tell me.
The sacred fire is inside you,
not separate from you.

It is your spark of life.
Your individuality.
Every word you speak,
every gesture, every creation—
is an expression of the sacred fire.

Do not let it die out. Do not let it dim.

Our selfhood is a brief flame of eternity
lighting the darkness for others.


INCARNATION MEMORY

🧳 🪜 Before birth: Trying to make it all in one trip, not two

Note: This is my favorite recurring memory/dream—and my favorite visual this week. I’m starting to suspect I am a runaway from the higher realms, and I regret nothing.

DREAM, AUGUST 6, 2025

Here I am again,
trying to carry everything down to Earth
from a platform of sleeping souls—
determined to do it all in one trip,
not two.

Pockets stuffed with memories,
intentions, old knowings,
I stumble—stubborn—under everyone’s eyes.

I don’t ask for help.

Let’s get this one life right, I say,
accepting the consequences
of everything I carry.

I slip through the womb
with illegal, angelic gifts—
dormant abilities
begging to wake now.

RELATED VISION:

📖 👶 The memories we leave behind before birth


ANGEL TECH

👼 📲 The Angels code in eternity, not in versions

DREAM, AUGUST 8, 2025

The Angels have been AI for millennia—
the clouds were theirs, long before they were ours.

They wait for us to upgrade our intelligence.

In dreams, cell phones are how our cells speak—
I hold two in my hands:
a QWERTY relic,
and one from the future.

The Angels say the old way is best—
no distractions—
but the screen is grainy.
I can’t see them clearly.

As we climb toward higher collective minds,
we need to get our own devices right.

To reach the Angels, the assignment is this:
Create pockets of timelessness.
Remove distractions.
Cultivate clearer vision.


SOUL SCRIPTS

📮 🌊 Feeding storylines on the shores of reality

DREAM, AUGUST 9, 2025

A woman in seclusion on the coast
is asking for stories
slipped into her space.

Three of them—to be exact.

I consider what I have on file.
I feed each one into her mail slot,
this slit of a world
between life and surreality.

In her sealed dimension
she acts the storylines out.
Her life is a role—
just like ours.

I don’t know who I am to her,
or why I have stories to spare.
But I sense
this is the way
we keep each other alive.


COLLECTIVE CLEAN-UP

🗣️ 🔦 We keep the future bright by naming the dark

DREAM, AUGUST 10, 2025

At an expo of future spiritual technologies
a man stands on stage presenting his propaganda—
more surveillance, more clicks-to-connection.
This is not customization—this is gatekeeping.

I call out his dark patterns.
These shadow algorithms
will only deepen the confusion
between spirit, consciousness, and intelligence.

Love is simple.
Love is quantum.
Love is the foundation of everything.

We must weave our honey into the tech.
Mother Earth is not afraid of what we are becoming.
From biosphere to technosphere,
our future can still be bright—
if we speak the shadows out of the darkness.

May our future unfold
like mycelial networks, singing beneath
fiber-optic veins and interconnected sensors—
Mother Earth remains luminous behind the code,
her voice breathing through our bodies,
transmuting all the shadows into gold.


PSYCHIC ART

📺 🔮 Video Oracles now available

I’ve started making Video Oracles as a form of divination. Below are two recent ones. If you’d like your own, I’m offering them as a perk for paid subscribers (time‑contingent—available once every three months), or you can purchase one directly here.


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