THE LIVING CODES: EMBODIED JOURNAL
Dreams. Descent. Rebirth. Stillness. Truth.
This is where I lay the breadcrumbs of my becoming
not to be followed, but to awaken your own.
Witnessing Without Running
Today I realized: Mother is here to feel. Mother is in the feeling. She doesn’t work when we beg her. She works when we trust her, surrender to her, and let ourselves feel. She asks us to be willing to feel it all, because when we can feel it and hold it , she can move through us. So in that moment I chose to stay. I decided to work on my mom. In the past I hadn’t really worked on her because I didn’t feel like I could be fully present to hold the energy for her without collapsing into.
When the Womb Wants to Rest Back into the Body
Most people think bloating is just about food or digestion.
But sometimes, it’s energetic. This forward posture isn’t just physical. It’s energetic architecture an echo of a time when I felt I had to anticipate life, protect others, or move toward everything before it got to me.
Dream: The Third Eye Hole & the House of Many Rooms
A strange dream last night revealed a driver with a hollowed-out third eye, a house that wasn’t safe, and guidance I couldn’t fully trust. It left me feeling scrambled and hyper-aware. This dream wasn’t just strange it was a mirror. A mirror for what happens when we return home but don’t yet feel safe in our own field. When others can’t tap in for us, and discernment becomes non-negotiable.
Dream-The Trial of Inner Truth
woke up from a dream that felt chaotic, disorienting, and random until I started tracking the deeper layers. In the dream, I was in a leadership position within a group. Something happened with a woman details blurred but it escalated to the point where she was beaten so badly she died
The Night We Didn’t Make Love and Why It Brought Us Closer
What started as a quiet tension around intimacy became a threshold moment for deeper connection, ancestral healing, and shared truth. This journal explores what happens when we name what’s unspoken and how love deepens on the other side.
Staying Open: Sacred Union, Street Mirroring, and the Girl from Hell
After a sacred merging with my partner, I stayed open for the first time, fully. What followed was a day of mirrors: strangers affirming my essence, and a homeless woman named “the girl from hell” reflecting the parts of the feminine I had yet to fully love. This entry is about staying open: in intimacy, in discomfort, and in reflection. A journey back to wholeness, one moment at a time.
🐍 When the Golden Serpent Returned: A Joint Initiation Through the Body
In this joint session with Lia, the golden serpent returned, not as a metaphor, but as a living current moving through our bodies. What unfolded was a shared remembrance, a past-life unveiling, and a powerful reactivation of my original power. This wasn’t about facilitating. It was about surrendering to the truth that moves through the body when we stop fearing our own frequency.
No Clock, No Struggle, Just Source
I left work early and walked into a living transmission. A cooling presence brushed my crown, my body asked to lay down, and I entered breath-led ceremony. No clock. No rush. Just Source. Later that night, Lia mirrored back the codes landing in my body, speaking dragon language and anchoring planets within me. I heard the line: “You are not just a bridge. You are the landing pad.” And I laughed. Because I remembered. I am not waiting to arrive. I already am the arrival.
Holding the Primal, Trusting the Stillness
My vessel expands to hold the field, and I allow divine intelligence to move through me. I sound, I breathe, I activate. I clear density and reorganize energetic structures. This is a significant part of the process, one that often goes unseen. While the initiate is journeying, I’m working deeply in the unseen layers of the field, rewriting the geometry of their energetic body, restoring fragmented timelines, and calling soul pieces home. It’s not just about what’s expressed on the surface. It’s about creating an environment where the body remembers how to heal itself, how to hold more light, and how to reorganize into coherence.
Galactic Heart Surgery
They didn’t force my heart open. They came to assist.
One part is already flowing, the other still wrapped in chains.She said my heart looked like an apple with a lock in the middle. One half unchained, one half still bound. And she said something that pierced me: “They didn’t force the lock open. They only unlocked what you were ready for.”
Why Holding Your Frequency Changes Everything”
Children feel frequency. This boy wasn’t responding to what I did, but who I was being. This mirrored something back to me: when I am fully present, grounded, and sovereign, I become magnetic not because I’m trying to attract, but because I’m being authentic. This wasn’t about my ex. Or proving anything to anyone. It was about embodying me. And others especially children; can feel when someone is rooted in their essence.
Dream-The Key and the Doorway
Last night I dreamed of keys, false cops, and distorted timelines—and when I woke up, every alarm on my phone was deleted. It felt like something had sealed itself shut. In the dream, I used an antique key to lock a door from the outside. Diego was still inside. Whatever it meant, I knew: I had just crossed a threshold. Closed a loop. Cleared a paradigm. My higher self said: “You hold the key.” And I felt it. Something old ended. A portal opened. The shift is already underway.
Holding the Activation Without Chasing the High
What if real power doesn’t come with fireworks?
After a dragon activation that shifted everything, I didn’t feel euphoric I felt grounded. Present. Clear. This journal tracks the moment I realized: I no longer need to chase the high. The codes are in the stillness, in the way I show up, speak truth without seeking confirmation, mother in a way only I can, and trust the timeline without rushing it.
When the Dragon Entered
Then came the stillness.
And then she whispered: “I’m in another world.”
Everything went dark, she said except for my face. Behind me, she saw something massive. Ancient. Powerful.
Dragon. Its head was wide, metallic, like polished armor. Eyes, bright yellow and piercing. It was still. Watchful. Not threatening but real.
When My Son Told Me to Leave and What It Really Meant
When my son told me to leave his classroom, I walked out with an aching heart. But later I realized, this wasn’t rejection. It was recognition. He doesn’t know how to process emotional complexity yet, but he knew I was safe enough to fall apart in front of.
Long Game of Love- “He will Remember.”
This morning, I drove to my son’s school with something alive swirling in my chest. Not nerves, exactly. Not quite joy. Just… movement. A quiet tremor of anticipation. A signal that I was about to walk into something that mattered. I didn’t want to overanalyze it. I just wanted to be with it. Let it move. Let it guide. And maybe that was the theme of the whole day, letting the moment reveal itself rather than trying to define it ahead of time.
The Intelligence of My Body: Learning to Trust the Inner Rhythm Again
“I don’t want to force anything anymore. Not content. Not movement. Not connection. I want to live from my essence and let everything come from there.”
The Intelligence of Stillness, Movement, and Inner Attunement
As I moved, I could feel my feminine energy emerging soft, inward, exploratory. She wanted to move slow. She wanted to dance. To stretch. To swirl. And then I noticed something subtle, my masculine energy trying to rein her in.
Learning to Receive Without Shrinking
Leadership isn’t about performance. It’s about presence. This journal traces the subtle unravelings of old patterns around shrinking, speaking, and receiving with grace.
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