Aug 02 2022
Documenting:
I was working with Alexandra today. I love working with them.
We set the intention to energetically time travel, to go to the most impactful point we could heal together—wherever that might be. We went through the portal, and were taken to this strange room. At first, I felt really small, like the door was enormous. But once I stepped through it, everything shifted. I was suddenly huge, and the door behind me seemed tiny. The room was dark.
We asked, “What needs to be done here?” And then—light bulb moments.
In our physical forms, while on the phone, We started talking about the fear of the collective and how It’s so uncomfortable when people are full of trauma and fear. That when something gets healed, it's almost like the fear tries to replace itself with something new—just for people to feel comfort. It’s like a default setting of "We've got to be afraid. We've got to be aware."
It reminded me of a time before I started healing, when I had stopped yelling at my eldest child. They would push me, trying to make me yell again—because that was their comfort zone. Fear can be a comfort zone.
Alexander looked around inside this room we had traveled to, and said, “Maybe this is about light bulb moments for everyone.” I suggested we try the rejuvenation healing they use . It's a pre-coded healing, that when said out loud, works like a computer coding to what it is applied to. Their Rejuvenation Healing scrapes out the gunk, lifts the nerve endings back up—it’s like a deep house cleanse, but more tailored to the energy body.
That’s when we realized where we were: inside the collective’s womb, the vaginal canal, ready for rebirth. But there was fear—a deep fear of transitioning from the old into the new.
So we began clearing the cords—only what was in the highest good, and only with soul consent. We don’t touch anything without that. It’s not our place. We only go as far as we can without overstepping. Everyone gets to choose their own journey.
It’s like The Sims. Some people want the cheat codes. Some want to burn their food and earn every skill and wallpaper square by square. There’s no right or wrong—it’s just different ways of playing the game.
We scraped away trauma inside this energetic womb and gently dilated the canal for the collective’s rebirth.
When we were done, it reminded me of that scene from Look Who’s Talking—the opening credits. The baby starts to gain awareness. “Oh, I have hands!” It’s trippy, and beautiful. That first spark of consciousness. That moment of stepping into a new world without fear… and knowing it’s okay.
Just wanted to document that for you guys.
Okay, bye.
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