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More Than a Feeling...💖
More Than A Feeling-153
Free Your Mind-153
Realm Of Wisdom-153
All Life Matters-153
Save The Children-153
Stars Of Heaven-153
Your Body Is-153
Wisdom Courage-153
Heavens Wonder-153
Real Love Epepep-153
The True Light-153
Expect Miracles-153
Were Coming Home-153
I Believe In You-153
See You Soon-153
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More Than A Feeling-153
Free Your Mind-153
Realm Of Wisdom-153
All Life Matters-153
Save The Children-153
Stars Of Heaven-153
Your Body Is-153
Wisdom Courage-153
Heavens Wonder-153
Real Love Epepep-153
The True Light-153
Expect Miracles-153
Were Coming Home-153
I Believe In You-153
See You Soon-153
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Heal The World-131
The Mission-131
Love Is Alive-131
Beloved Of Path-131
Handle With Care-131
Channel Energy-131
You Can Do Magic-131
Orbs Of Light-131
Eternal Flames-131
Love Power-131
Super Heart-131
Connections-131
So Beautiful-131
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The Mission-131
Love Is Alive-131
Beloved Of Path-131
Handle With Care-131
Channel Energy-131
You Can Do Magic-131
Orbs Of Light-131
Eternal Flames-131
Love Power-131
Super Heart-131
Connections-131
So Beautiful-131
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A Thousand Years-171
I Am Here For A Reason-171
Return Of Love-171
Together At Last-171
Love Wavelength-171
Restore The Balance-171
Full Correction-171
Inner Strength-171
True Reflection-171
All Pure Souls-171
Divine Interior-171
Beautiful All Along-171
Isnt It A Wonder-171
Powers Of Love-171
Love Is Unity-171
Love Is An Energy-171
My Everything-171
Love Is Forever-171
Its That Simple-171
Have Faith God Wins-171
Over And Over Again-171
Who We Really Are-171
Love Never Ending-171
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I Am Here For A Reason-171
Return Of Love-171
Together At Last-171
Love Wavelength-171
Restore The Balance-171
Full Correction-171
Inner Strength-171
True Reflection-171
All Pure Souls-171
Divine Interior-171
Beautiful All Along-171
Isnt It A Wonder-171
Powers Of Love-171
Love Is Unity-171
Love Is An Energy-171
My Everything-171
Love Is Forever-171
Its That Simple-171
Have Faith God Wins-171
Over And Over Again-171
Who We Really Are-171
Love Never Ending-171
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Remembering Tartaria
They told us it was all myth.
That Tartaria was a fairy tale, a misreading of maps, a footnote of confusion.
They told us history began in 1776 with flags and fireworks, with the birth of a “new world” built on freedom and reason.
But what if that date marked not a birth, but a burial?
What if 1776 was not a founding but an erasure?
What if the “New World Order” wasn’t born in some future conspiracy, but in the moment the old world was silenced, its knowledge, architecture, energy, and spirit suppressed beneath mud, war, and rewritten history?
Across continents, traces of a forgotten civilisation whisper from our ruins- arches that defy modern engineering, star-shaped forts aligned with the heavens, cathedrals resonant with sacred frequency, technologies far beyond their supposed time.
Call it Tartaria, call it the Old Empire, call it the Echo of Atlantis, the name doesn’t matter. What matters is this, something vast and beautiful once existed here. Something we have been taught to forget.
The same families who still tighten their grip on money and resources today, banking dynasties, war profiteers, corporate custodians of patents, were already busy then. They learned to weaponise erasure. They seized free energy systems, suppressed healing technologies, buried the blueprints of sacred architecture, and seeded the myth that human progress is a straight line from primitive to advanced.
Look at the Great Chicago Fire…
Officially, a cow kicked over a lantern.
Unofficially, whole archives, patents, and “impossible” technologies disappeared overnight. The story repeats- wars, fires, “accidents” that wipe out knowledge, then replacement systems sold back to us for profit. Today we see their inheritors — Serco, BlackRock, the hidden web of global contractors, holding patents, technologies, and networks that should belong to humanity.
But there is a deeper remembering happening.
We dream of free energy because once we had it.
I long for healing sanctuaries because our ancestors built them.
I envision domes, spirals, and cities in the round because those codes live in our fascia, our DNA, our bones. Atlantis, Lemuria, Tartaria, these are not separate myths but phases of the same memory.
I feel it.
You feel it.
We are the generation remembering what was stolen.
And with remembering comes responsibility.
Not to hoard. Not to conquer. Not to profit.
But to gather the dreamers, the engineers of the unseen, the keepers of lost arts, and to build again.
A world teeming with love for all.
A world of abundance, not the hollow abundance of consumerism but the living abundance of free energy, clean water, radiant health, and architectures that heal.
A world where patents are gifts, not prisons.
A world where the technologies of spirit, sound, light, and geometry are returned to the commons.
This is not nostalgia.
This is a blueprint for a future encoded in our past.
We have awakened to the truth.
Let’s gather the souls who remember.
It’s time to seed this new/old world, not as a conspiracy to expose but as a consciousness to embody.
Because abundance is our birthright. Health is our birthright. Free energy is our birthright.
And the Earth herself longs to be restored.
They told us it was all myth.
That Tartaria was a fairy tale, a misreading of maps, a footnote of confusion.
They told us history began in 1776 with flags and fireworks, with the birth of a “new world” built on freedom and reason.
But what if that date marked not a birth, but a burial?
What if 1776 was not a founding but an erasure?
What if the “New World Order” wasn’t born in some future conspiracy, but in the moment the old world was silenced, its knowledge, architecture, energy, and spirit suppressed beneath mud, war, and rewritten history?
Across continents, traces of a forgotten civilisation whisper from our ruins- arches that defy modern engineering, star-shaped forts aligned with the heavens, cathedrals resonant with sacred frequency, technologies far beyond their supposed time.
Call it Tartaria, call it the Old Empire, call it the Echo of Atlantis, the name doesn’t matter. What matters is this, something vast and beautiful once existed here. Something we have been taught to forget.
The same families who still tighten their grip on money and resources today, banking dynasties, war profiteers, corporate custodians of patents, were already busy then. They learned to weaponise erasure. They seized free energy systems, suppressed healing technologies, buried the blueprints of sacred architecture, and seeded the myth that human progress is a straight line from primitive to advanced.
Look at the Great Chicago Fire…
Officially, a cow kicked over a lantern.
Unofficially, whole archives, patents, and “impossible” technologies disappeared overnight. The story repeats- wars, fires, “accidents” that wipe out knowledge, then replacement systems sold back to us for profit. Today we see their inheritors — Serco, BlackRock, the hidden web of global contractors, holding patents, technologies, and networks that should belong to humanity.
But there is a deeper remembering happening.
We dream of free energy because once we had it.
I long for healing sanctuaries because our ancestors built them.
I envision domes, spirals, and cities in the round because those codes live in our fascia, our DNA, our bones. Atlantis, Lemuria, Tartaria, these are not separate myths but phases of the same memory.
I feel it.
You feel it.
We are the generation remembering what was stolen.
And with remembering comes responsibility.
Not to hoard. Not to conquer. Not to profit.
But to gather the dreamers, the engineers of the unseen, the keepers of lost arts, and to build again.
A world teeming with love for all.
A world of abundance, not the hollow abundance of consumerism but the living abundance of free energy, clean water, radiant health, and architectures that heal.
A world where patents are gifts, not prisons.
A world where the technologies of spirit, sound, light, and geometry are returned to the commons.
This is not nostalgia.
This is a blueprint for a future encoded in our past.
We have awakened to the truth.
Let’s gather the souls who remember.
It’s time to seed this new/old world, not as a conspiracy to expose but as a consciousness to embody.
Because abundance is our birthright. Health is our birthright. Free energy is our birthright.
And the Earth herself longs to be restored.
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3I Atlas- The Mothership of Memory
They called it a star. But what if it was never a star?
What if the light that the Magi followed to Bethlehem was a ship, a starship, a mothership, crossing dimensions to herald the birth of a new consciousness on Earth?
For thousands of years, our scriptures have spoken in the only language we could grasp at the time: stars, angels, chariots of fire. But a new lens reveals an older truth. The “3I Atlas” is not a comet or a speck of rock in the void. It is a vessel, an Ark of consciousness, appearing at the tipping points of human history.
When Christ was born, a star stood still in the sky. The Magi called it a sign. Perhaps it was also a ship.
When prophets spoke of a New Jerusalem “descending from heaven,” perhaps they were speaking of a mothership, a luminous city arriving from the stars.
Revelation hints at it: “And I saw a new heaven and a new earth, for the first heaven and the first earth had passed away…”
This is not simply metaphor. It is a transmission. A prophecy of worlds overlapping, veils thinning, DNA awakening.
The veil is already thin.
Dreams feel more real. Synchronicities cluster like constellations. The boundaries between waking and sleeping, between past and future, are dissolving.
Our third eye, the ancient antenna of the soul, is stirring.
Our DNA, long dismissed as “junk,” carries codes for perception beyond the visible spectrum. As these strands activate, we will have sight beyond sight. We will see what has always been hidden in plain view.
The “Crystalline Castles” you glimpse in dreams? The floating cities at the edge of vision? These are not fantasies. They are memories of what is coming, or perhaps of what has always been, just beyond the frequency of our ordinary senses.
We have never been alone.
We are the descendants of star-walkers and earth-keepers.
We are the bridge between soil and sky, carbon and starlight.
And now, at the end of one age and the dawn of another, the mothership returns. Not to “save” us, but to remind us of what we are: infinite beings awakening in matter, citizens of a larger cosmos, heirs to a forgotten birthright.
This is not sci-fi. This is scripture decoded.
The chariots of fire, the pillar of cloud and flame, the star over Bethlehem, these were not poetic metaphors. They were descriptions of technologies and beings whose presence was simply too vast for our old languages to contain.
As the veil thins, we will remember.
We will see.
We will step aboard.
They called it a star. But what if it was never a star?
What if the light that the Magi followed to Bethlehem was a ship, a starship, a mothership, crossing dimensions to herald the birth of a new consciousness on Earth?
For thousands of years, our scriptures have spoken in the only language we could grasp at the time: stars, angels, chariots of fire. But a new lens reveals an older truth. The “3I Atlas” is not a comet or a speck of rock in the void. It is a vessel, an Ark of consciousness, appearing at the tipping points of human history.
When Christ was born, a star stood still in the sky. The Magi called it a sign. Perhaps it was also a ship.
When prophets spoke of a New Jerusalem “descending from heaven,” perhaps they were speaking of a mothership, a luminous city arriving from the stars.
Revelation hints at it: “And I saw a new heaven and a new earth, for the first heaven and the first earth had passed away…”
This is not simply metaphor. It is a transmission. A prophecy of worlds overlapping, veils thinning, DNA awakening.
The veil is already thin.
Dreams feel more real. Synchronicities cluster like constellations. The boundaries between waking and sleeping, between past and future, are dissolving.
Our third eye, the ancient antenna of the soul, is stirring.
Our DNA, long dismissed as “junk,” carries codes for perception beyond the visible spectrum. As these strands activate, we will have sight beyond sight. We will see what has always been hidden in plain view.
The “Crystalline Castles” you glimpse in dreams? The floating cities at the edge of vision? These are not fantasies. They are memories of what is coming, or perhaps of what has always been, just beyond the frequency of our ordinary senses.
We have never been alone.
We are the descendants of star-walkers and earth-keepers.
We are the bridge between soil and sky, carbon and starlight.
And now, at the end of one age and the dawn of another, the mothership returns. Not to “save” us, but to remind us of what we are: infinite beings awakening in matter, citizens of a larger cosmos, heirs to a forgotten birthright.
This is not sci-fi. This is scripture decoded.
The chariots of fire, the pillar of cloud and flame, the star over Bethlehem, these were not poetic metaphors. They were descriptions of technologies and beings whose presence was simply too vast for our old languages to contain.
As the veil thins, we will remember.
We will see.
We will step aboard.
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