Galactic Heart Surgery
March 25, 2025When the galactic family arrives not to inform you, but to operate through you.
I wasn’t expecting for us to have a session that day. Lia had just lost her dog a few days before and was deep in grief. I wasn’t feeling well either physically off, emotionally tender. For days, I’d been having mysterious chest pains. Heart tightness. Subtle physiological signals I couldn’t quite place.
Still, we both felt the inner nudge that we needed to show up for this call. These co-creative sessions with Lia always carry deeper codes. We’ve been in this kind of soul mentorship together for over a year now, not the traditional kind, but a shared remembering where both of us receive. And though I thought I was holding space for her grief that day… it turned out I was the one about to be cracked open.
Because what unfolded wasn’t a typical session.
It was a heart surgery.
A galactic visitation.
At first, when I opened the container she was naming grief that had been living in her chest. Then she spoke of a pain in her solar plexus this fear of arrival. The fear that something inside would burst open if she finally let herself land. She described her heart as a waterfall, pure, golden light pouring from it and admitted it scared her. That the fullness of her heart opening might be too much.
Then she asked me if my heart was open?
At first, I froze. I didn’t know how to answer. Was it a trick question? Was she seeing something I wasn’t? But then I dropped in and spoke from my truth: yes, my heart is open… and it began opening more when I let myself fully grieve my son. That grief cracked something I had been holding for years. I shared how it’s only been recently through allowing that grief to flow that I’ve been able to feel and access deeper layers of my heart but that perhaps there’s more that I haven’t opened into.
That’s when she shared what she was seeing: a monkey circling around me with cymbals, banging them together. Then me, walking in a square. Then lifting weights. And then she saw my heart, locked in chains.
She said it didn’t feel like my old heart. It felt like a new heart. One that had already been upgraded… but was still restricted. Caged.
So wee dropped in deeper and that’s when everything accelerated.
The moment I laid back with my eye mask on, my body began activating. Shaking, gagging, purging, vibrating, light language pouring through my throat. I could feel my entire field reorganizing. Kundalini was surging through my system. It felt like something was being pulled out of me and rewritten all at once.
At some point, Lia asked me if I knew who my galactic family was. My mind wanted to answer but before it could, my body took over. Another wave hit. I dropped deeper. Into the void. Into the place before memory. The place of pure energy.
Later, she told me what she saw.
That she saw a ship, my galactic family, performing surgery on my heart. She said they were working on my heart. And one of them gave her a white flower to drink- a healing code, but her body resisted it. She was hesitant to drink it, afraid. But she surrendered and drank it and only then could the operation continue.
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.”
My third eye, she said, began to animate strangely like the enchanted eye from the Hocus Pocus book moving in unexpected ways. She didn’t know what it meant, only that it was alive.
She also briefly saw me in a different form blue, underwater, swimming, not a mermaid or a siren, but something else. Something ancient and free. And then it ended. At one point, she said she saw too many frequencies trying to move through her. That she was bouncing between the grief and the current. That she did what she could and I told her that was enough. That was perfect. That the energy is always working on both of us. That she’s not just witnessing my upgrades, she’s being rewired to hold them, too.
What came through was for both of us. Because it always is.
This wasn’t a normal session. It was a visitation. A cellular update. A body code. A braid of my galactic memory being reinstalled through a somatic vessel.
I still don’t know who which of my galactic family came in, I can’t name them. But I know they were here. I felt them. My body responded before my mind could. I was operated on, not metaphorically but literally, on an energetic level.
And here’s what I’ve been sitting with since:
The monkey is the distraction. The part of my field that still spins noise to avoid silence.
The square is the loop, the old pattern of structure, control, predictability.
The weights are efforting the masculine grip I’ve used to hold everything together. And all of that was standing guard over a heart that has already been upgraded… but not fully freed.
They didn’t rip the chains off. They didn’t force the lock. They came to assist but the rest is up to me.
Because the final unlocking won’t happen through ceremony. It will happen through choice. Through living from the part of me that is already open even while another part still wears the chain.
That is the paradox of awakening.
You don’t wait until you’re fully healed to live the truth. You live the truth now, and the healing follows.
More codes are coming. But this is the marker.
The heart has begun its release.
