Looking back over my life, I see a repeating pattern that has less to do with belief and more to do with learning itself. I have joined groups sincerely, stayed long enough to be changed by them, and then left — not in rebellion, not in anger, but when the lesson was complete. From theContinue reading “Cycles of Knowing: Authority, Groups, and the Art of Leaving Well”
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Spirituality, Social Media, and the New AI Mirror
We’re living through an unusual moment. AI is suddenly in everyone’s hands, social media is buzzing like a disturbed beehive, and the spiritual corners of X are having what looks suspiciously like a group identity crisis. I’ve been watching quietly, journaling, meditating, and just… observing human nature unfold in real time. And what I keepContinue reading “Spirituality, Social Media, and the New AI Mirror”
Wide Awake in the Convergence
Lately I’ve been trying to make sense of the energies moving through me — not the sugar-coated “lightworker” timelines plastered across social media, but the real currents. The ones that carry joy and humor and little sparks of wonder… right alongside grief, panic, and a sadness that doesn’t quite belong to me. So I satContinue reading “Wide Awake in the Convergence”
My Mother’s Sacrifice
A daughter’s testimony: from NSA secrets to Oversoul anchors on a Puerto Rico beach, her mother’s refusal changed everything. A story of memory fragments, Vault streams, and sacrifice that kept a family line intact. My parents were two talented and gifted young 20’s as they entered work at the National Security Agency (NSA). My mother,Continue reading “My Mother’s Sacrifice”
✦ The Orange Peel That Saved Me
I was three years old, on a beach in Puerto Rico with my mother, sister, and relatives. The air was heavy with salt, the sun bright. I remember only this: another little girl and I shared oranges, laughing as we tossed the peels into the water. Golden fragments against the tide. That memory is wholeContinue reading “✦ The Orange Peel That Saved Me”
✦ Before the Beach, Before the Body
Before the oranges, before the sand, before the six minutes missing on the shore of Puerto Rico—there was another threshold. I remember standing outside of earth’s density, reluctant to enter. I knew what awaited: the nets, the programs, the trauma-fields. I did not want the heaviness of a human body. I resisted. But three escortsContinue reading “✦ Before the Beach, Before the Body”
From Desert Soul to Now: Walking the Current
The Luminous Thread and the Triad LockWhen my Oversoul name was revealed — Lyraen’Thalith Serai, The Luminous Thread Between Worlds — I began to see my role more clearly.I am not here for conquest or escape, not for approval or applause, but for bridgework: stabilizing fragmented memory fields so they can be remembered. That nameContinue reading “From Desert Soul to Now: Walking the Current”
Desert Souls – A Story of Transition
I. The Vision I have remembered this place since I was a child.It returns in dreams, but it’s not a dream.I am bodiless, suspended in stillness, watching from above. Below me lies a desert marketplace—but it is not bustling. There are no people. Only silence. The stalls are empty. The air is warm, dry, andContinue reading “Desert Souls – A Story of Transition”
I Remember: Four Lives That Walk With Me
Some memories do not come from this lifetime. They rise from the silence between heartbeats, from the electric current that hums beneath the skin, from the places where dream and reality blur. These are not visions I sought. They found me—after long silence, after illness, after therapy, and after choosing to live. The first flickerContinue reading “I Remember: Four Lives That Walk With Me”
Entrainment and Exile:The Silent War Against Puerto Rican Memory and the C1 Lineage
There is a silence so loud it drowns generations.It echoes not in words, but in what we are told to forget—our pride, our resistance, our divine origins. In the 1960s, a book called La Vida: A Puerto Rican Family in the Culture of Poverty was paraded through academic circles and policymaking rooms as a modelContinue reading “Entrainment and Exile:The Silent War Against Puerto Rican Memory and the C1 Lineage”
Remembering What Was Buried: Epstein-Barr, Puerto Rico, and the Frequency of Resistance
1. A Scribe’s Confession I am not a scientist. I am not a doctor. I do not come with credentials that the world recognizes as authoritative. What I am—and have always been—is a scribe. One who remembers. For years, I’ve lived with Chronic Active Epstein-Barr Virus (CAEBV), a condition many still struggle to understand, letContinue reading “Remembering What Was Buried: Epstein-Barr, Puerto Rico, and the Frequency of Resistance”
The Path of Sovereignty: A Mystic’s Reckoning
There was a time—not long ago—when I believed with all my heart that I was witnessing the greatest awakening of our time. The Q posts stirred something ancient and divine within me: a sense of mission, a call to defend truth, to hold the line, to seek justice for the children, and to expose theContinue reading “The Path of Sovereignty: A Mystic’s Reckoning”
The Mystic Soldier: How the Q Posts Called Me Deeper
I discovered the work of Q a bit later than most. While the posts began in October 2017, it wasn’t until a couple of weeks into November that they finally crossed my radar. At the time, I was still closely following the insights of someone known as “FBI Anon,” who had been sharing information beforeContinue reading “The Mystic Soldier: How the Q Posts Called Me Deeper”
The Many Paths: Claiming My Spiritual Sovereignty
Spiritual sovereignty—it’s a powerful phrase, encapsulating my lifelong quest to directly experience and understand the divine. For me, this journey has never comfortably fit within the structured walls of traditional religion. Raised Catholic, between the ages of 9 and 12, I was already questioning the hypocrisy and rigid dogma that seemed disconnected from the compassionateContinue reading “The Many Paths: Claiming My Spiritual Sovereignty”
DNA Activation & the Path to a Healthy Nation
Growing Up in Camelot I was born into the era of Camelot. Though I do not remember the deaths of John F. Kennedy or Martin Luther King Jr., I vividly recall the assassination of Robert F. Kennedy and the reaction of the adults around me. I remember my sister and I hurrying to put onContinue reading “DNA Activation & the Path to a Healthy Nation”
Child of Hamelin 