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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.
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.
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
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.”
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.