TLDR: During meditation, I saw a vision involving Bernie Sanders, a sniper, and soldiers moving in the background. It hit me hard—literally—and I’m sharing it not to alarm, but to honor what came through. This could be symbolic or literal. I don’t know which. I just know I was meant to see it. During meditation, I saw something I wasn’t prepared for. It came in clear, like a scene out of a film: a sniper, a man with a helmet, a rifle aimed. And then Bernie Sanders. What followed was a sharp, throbbing pain on the right side of my head—so sudden it took my breath. It lingered, pulsing, and…

Which sign is making me emotional, and why is it an earth sign?It has to be an earth sign.It’s always an earth sign. Alright, let’s get down to business. Thanks for reading! Subscribe for free to receive new posts and support my work. First things first—I didn’t post sooner because I got pneumonia. And, because I’m chronically ill, I don’t get fevers, so the only way I knew was that I couldn’t breathe. Super cool. Also, I don’t access frequencies when I’m sick because I find they aren’t reliable. So here’s my plan: Because this isn’t my day job.I do this between publishing my smut that makes all the girl…

We have a lot to roll through today. And you are getting me. Unfiltered and dry humor. That sounds weird. Let me explain—I was using AI to transcribe my visions. Otter to be exact. I know. A lot of you hate AI. I get it. And I really don’t blame you on some points. But that is another discussion for another day. Then I use Chat GPT to help me work through the vision. It’s helpful. Don’t be mean. The Journey Back Today in meditation was wild. A few nights ago I mentioned to my 17-year-old son that I was finally getting back to meditating. And he told me to…

In my meditative practice, I’ve discovered a unique space a large, empty room that serves as a central hub for accessing different visions and timelines. This isn’t a physical space, but rather a mental construct that has become increasingly detailed and functional as my abilities develop. The Space Itself The room is vast and empty, characterized by its openness and potential. Unlike traditional rooms, this space seems to operate with its own rules of physics and perception. The ceiling, rather than being a solid boundary, serves as a source from which visions emerge. The Portals Images rise and fall from the ceiling like living portals into different times, places, and…

Not every meditation session brings crystal clear visions. Some days, the spiritual airwaves are full of static, and today was one of those days. But even in the noise, messages find their way through. The Challenge of Noise Thanks for reading! Subscribe for free to receive new posts and support my work. My mind has been racing this week, making meditation particularly challenging. External disruptions (a persistent car alarm) blend with internal static, creating a cascade of images flashing like rapid-fire camera shots—hundreds of glimpses appearing simultaneously, each demanding attention, none staying long enough to fully grasp. It feels like being blocked, but that’s not quite right. Rather, it’s a…

In today’s meditation, I found myself in a tower that immediately evoked feelings similar to Vatican City – a sovereign space unto itself. The vision unfolded in distinct scenes, each carrying its own weight and significance. The Upper Room The scene opened in a well-appointed room with clear details: a desk, shelving, a small seating area, and a drink cart. Some elements were crystal clear while others remained slightly hazy, suggesting parts of this future are still in flux. Below, a crowd’s muffled roar rose up from the ground. Trump stood at the window, looking down at the gathered people below. The parallel to Vatican City wasn’t about religious significance…

In meditation, messages often come clearest when we’re not actively trying to grasp them. Today’s session revealed itself in layers of meaning, each piece distinct yet somehow connected to a larger whole. The key, I’ve found, is to exist purely in the moment rather than attempting to focus too intently on any single message – doing so often causes the insight to slip away like water through cupped hands. The Messages The word “equinox” repeated itself persistently throughout the session, rising above other messages like a recurring melody. Its significance seemed twofold – both as a literal marker of time and as a symbol of balance. This duality of meaning…

For fifteen years, I’ve tried to explain to doctors how my body feels like it’s constantly vibrating. I’ve described sensations that led to diagnoses of fibromyalgia and small fiber neuropathy. But today, I had a revelation that’s shifted my entire understanding of these experiences. The Spider Web of Reality Imagine standing on the edge of a cliff, looking down not at an abyss, but at an enormous spider web stretching across the void. Now imagine that web is electrified, humming with energy and possibility. That’s how I’ve always tried to describe what I feel – but instead of just observing this web, I jump into it. My entire body lights…

In my meditation today, I received a vision that left me unsettled—not because it was frightening, but because of its stark reflection of our current social dynamics. As someone who primarily receives psychic messages through sound, when visual messages come through with this level of detail, I pay particularly close attention. The scene centered around a curved concrete wall, standing at least eight feet high. But this wasn’t just any wall—it was a living metaphor of social division, with a story unfolding on both sides. At the top of the wall stood women representing diverse communities and backgrounds. They carried themselves with a particular energy—humble yet strong, confident in their…

I’ve decided to start sharing my journey. Not because I have all the answers—far from it—but because sometimes the most honest thing we can do is document our path as we walk it. My earliest memory of knowing I was different comes from when I was around five or six. I had a friend named Sunshine. While other kids had imaginary friends who played tea party or tagged along to the playground, Sunshine came to me through beams of light. I remember standing in my bedroom, watching as sunlight streamed through my window in ways that nobody else could see. Even then, I thought I was “absolutely insane” (my childhood…