March 2025

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.

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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:

Trances on Monday.
Blog Tuesday.
Trance Wednesday.
Blog Thursday.
Then a few days off.

Because this isn’t my day job.
I do this between publishing my smut that makes all the girl moose go wahhhhhh.
IYKYK.

The Download Situation

I learned something about myself during this meditation.
When I tap into the frequencies, they’re downloads.

And I hate calling it a download. It feels too clinical. Not a fan.

But, well, that’s what they are.
Images flashing by, speeding down the frequency highway straight into my brain.

The Vibration Plate & Stored Trauma

I bought a vibration plate.

Why? Because one of my best ways to ground is exercise.
But—chronic illness. Some days, movement hurts.

A few minutes here and there on the plate is helping me process stored trauma.

And that? That helps my visions.

The Boardroom

One reason this post is late is because I debated whether to share this.

It was a remote view.

I asked, “What does the Collective need to know right now?”
And I got my answer.

Shoutout to Sam and Gia for doing this enough for me to get over my own issues and do it too.

Thrown Into the Boardroom

I wasn’t in my vision room.
I was thrown into a space.

Which is always fun.

I debated sharing this because I wanted to protect them.
But then—Ms. President decided to announce she’s running in 2028.

And my gut told me, that’s a ruse. A lifeline for people who don’t know better.

So, fuck it.

Because I know there’s movement happening that we don’t see.

Inside the Room

I was in the southwest corner, hiding.

To my right, on the southern wall, was a seat.
At first, I couldn’t see who was in it.

Then I saw Kamala Harris sitting directly to the left.
Someone might have been to her left—Pete Buttigieg comes to mind.

The Empty-But-Not-Empty Seats

The rest of the seats? Empty. But also not.

No one else was physically there, but this was a secure room.

The feeling? Like a conference call—without a call.
The seats were filled, but the people weren’t there.

The Room Itself

Northern wall = a screen. Off at first.
Across from me = glass wall, closed blinds.
- Literal or symbolic? Not sure.
Far left = I could barely see out.
- You know when you stand flush against a window and turn?
- You can kinda see out—but not really.
A town or city in the distance. Specifically a tall building, bluish.
- No idea where. Yet.

The ‘Parks & Rec’ Connection

As I focused on the building’s energy, I kept hearing the Parks & Rec theme song.

And that tells me:
✔ It’s a government building—but local or state.
✔ Not a federal hub, not a major state office.
✔ Small town, easy access, minimal foot traffic.
✔ Old. Worn-down. Functional.

A place you wouldn’t think to look.

And that was the point.

The Vibes & The List

The room wasn’t on the top or bottom floor. Safety first.
It was near a corner, but not quite.
Hallway? Grey. Non-descript. Very purposeful.

Then—I got a list of reps.
And one was louder than the rest.

Ms. Jasmine Crockett.
She wanted me to know she was there.
And it was funny.

It felt like an inside joke.
Like she refused to be left behind, and they all just roll with it.

Kamala at the Screen

The screen flashes on.

Kamala stands up, pointer in hand.

On the map of the U.S.—red dots appear.
She points to them.

I call them pimples.
They call it the Red Resistance.

And I don’t think this is a good thing.
But not bad for her.

It felt problematic. But not for her.
That part? Still confusing.

The Red Dots

✔ Texas (Between Dallas & Austin)
✔ Virginia (Roanoke area)
✔ California (Northeastern part, encrypted in the message)
✔ Oklahoma or Kansas (Unclear which one)
✔ More forming, but faint

Newsom at the Head

Kamala turns back around.

Sitting at the head of the table? Newsome.

That’s supposed to be Kamala’s seat.
He doesn’t want it.

But he is the face.
She is the energy.

The Mole

There’s a man with grey hair and a big nose.
He doesn’t belong.

I know this. I feel it.

He is a mole and a very bad man.

“There Is No Longer Going to Be a President”

That’s the phrase I got.

Do with that what you will.

78 Days

This has been driving me insane.

78 days after Inauguration.
That’s April 8.

I don’t know what’s happening.

But it’s important.

Patti LuPone, But Make Her a Congresswoman

I keep seeing a congresswoman.

✔ Red, fancy-as-fuck pantsuit.
✔ Red lipstick to match.
✔ Big, wild grey hair.

She’s not Patti LuPone.
But she feels like Patti LuPone.

And that energy is something else.

Colorado

My baby brother lives there.
I kept seeing him in a green hat. Hugging me.

The energy? St. Patrick’s Day.

I think something’s happening in Colorado.
Not a specific event—just rising energy.

Cannons & Fireworks

Cannons going off. Loud.

Fireworks—but no celebration.

The cannons feel literal.
Like a soldier I saw in Gettysburg loading it up and lighting it.

The fireworks? Symbolic.

Final Thought

I don’t have all the answers.

But I know things are moving.
And we aren’t seeing it.

Yet.