QUANTUM CONSCIOUSNESS

🌌 🐟 Quantum Catfish of Possibilities

On August 30, 2021, I had a dream I titled The Catfish Museum and All Points of Possibility. Over the past four years, the Catfish has continued to appear in my dreams and visions, teaching me about time and the quantum field. I wish I had the technical art skills to draw what I see in visions, but since I don’t, I’m deeply grateful for AI art machines and their evolution, which help bring these mysterious transmissions to life. Above is a video I created with narration, and below is the transcript.

 In a dream, I tour an underwater museum and meet the Catfish of Possibilities. I watch the catfish swim as if moving through a quantum field of potentials. He is teaching me how to sense waves and points of possibility before they crystallize into reality. Like the catfish, we can also learn to sense and surf the wave function—the spectrum of all possible outcomes.

An underwater propeller churns my subconscious stirring up hidden energies, thought forms, and emotions from the depths. Don't fear this inner turbulence. Ride the currents and integrate what lies beneath. These are latent potentials now surfacing in the field of possibilities. Your subconscious participates by picking and choosing which potentials will collapse into your personal reality.

In the dream, I ask many questions and I'm pawned off to a programmer who's disinterested in explaining how it all works. We don't need to know the coding of reality to become conscious co-creators. We activate our futures through attunement—feeling into what is latent, what is shifting, and what is ready to collapse into form.

At the end, I receive a jack-in-the-box toy with a catfish unexpectedly popping out. Life's mechanics can seem linear, but emergent possibilities often appear as surprises—allow for the unexpected and stay playful with what life delivers. We are not limited to one path. We are surfing the waves, mastering the art of responding to what emerges and navigating the currents—attuning to what is possible, choosing a future, and then steering ourselves toward it.

ABORIGINAL DREAMTIME

♾️ 🌐 Everywhere, every time, all at once

I shapeshift into a Catfish and swim backward upstream toward my ancestral mothers. Time reverses, waking reality dissolves, and my mothers tell me, “You have always been here.” Our bodies are the timekeepers, and we can reverse the flow of time. Our awareness is not confined to a one-way track—it exists in the “everywhen”. We are everywhere, every time, all at once.

COLLECTIVE HEALING

🎭 🪞 Fractal Drama: Mirror Contracts in Dreams

I warn him about the mirroring that happens in dreams. Dreams are a space where you can see the self clearly, but sometimes the mirrors are wonky. Sometimes they’re one-way only, and sometimes they become 2-, 3-, or even 4-way mirrors. This is called fractal drama.

We make mirror contracts—just like soul contracts—with people, inviting them to appear in our dreams to provoke, agitate, and awaken. Sometimes you are every person in your dream, and sometimes you are not.

The dreambody dresses itself in collective shadows. The dramas that play out in dreams act as a clearing mechanism, purging outdated archetypes and shadow forms. This allows both the soul and the collective to reclaim fragmented consciousness and heal timeline wounds.

When you dream, you’re not just dreaming for yourself—you dream for the world.

HIGHER LOVE

💞 📖 An eternal book of love

In a dream, my ex-boyfriend’s wife finds a book of love poems I had written for him long after our relationship ended. She asks if I still love him—if I’m haunted, pining, or wanting—and I tell her, honestly, no, not even a little bit.

Her question breaks open a new depth in my heart.

In the dream, I realize there is a kind of love that transcends romance. A love revealed only by distance and time—after attraction has faded and heartache transforms into gratitude. Eventually, you realize that love is not the relationship between two people or the emotional charge you feel. Love is what remains beneath—the invisible foundation of everything.

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How to draw closer to your mystery

My dad used to tell this story about the beginning of the world. And initially all is covered in water and there are two animals on a row boat. And one was a Coyote and one was a Duck. And the Coyote was the creator but he didn’t have any raw material with which to create the world because all around was water and the boat. And the duck didn’t have any creative powers of his own but he could dive and the duck did dive down and took up a little piece of mud in his beak and brought it back to the Coyote. And the Coyote took that piece of mud and spread it out, spread it out, spread it out, kept working it and working it until he had a continent - and that’s how the earth came about. And it’s the same with the creative process in that you have all the raw material you need to create but it’s sediment at the very bottom of your mind. The bottom of consciousness and the layers of the subconscious and you can’t get to it, but at some point when you keep trying and trying you discover a diver – you discover a duck that will go down in to your subconscious and bring back pieces of raw material with which to work and you don’t really know where they came from, but you found some part of your mind that is capable of retrieving that information. And then where do your stories come from? I don’t know from the bottom of your mind.

Here’s another way to put it. John Lennon was talking about George Harrison. He said George Harrison is not a very interesting man, but what is interesting is the mystery inside of George, and watching George discover that mystery over the years. And it’s the same thing, we’re all boring people, but in you is a mystery that’s very interesting and the closer you live to that mystery the more interesting your life will be. And that’s what you’re doing when you’re writing - you’re living close to your mystery.

Here’s another one, Annie Dillard said “Some people can go to bed at night and sleep well without having written a single beautiful sentence all day long.” And it’s true - some people can sleep without a single beautiful sentence. But the question you should ask yourself is, “What do I have to do everyday? What do I so deeply need everyday that if I don’t do it, I don’t sleep or I don’t sleep as well?” And that’s your mystery. Whatever it is, whatever your deepest, deepest need is, so deep that you need it each day, that’s your mystery. And just draw closer and closer and closer to that need and you’ll be more and more centered and more and more beautiful and more and more radiant and ever more transcendent.

What would you do if you were dancing with the rainbow?Let me feel fantastic again, I said.

All the octaves of life, the spectrum of light, and the colors of reality. I dance above the reality grid with the rainbows. |This is how I feel fantastic again. This is how I love again. This is how

The star children shower down with the meteors. They roam the streets having never been incarnated while we sleep. They play with our dreams. Seed our minds with cosmic innocence. Don’t forget to play they say. This Earth is a jewel. A sandbox for reality. How lucky we are to have the days where the sun shines on our skin and we can feel it, like kisses from the stars.

DREAM, JULY 31, AUGUST 3 - Vestal Virgin Sacred Flame is Me

627 Vestal virgins. I was there. I want to resurrect and rename. So strongly I felt this. Protecting the flame 🔥 For design go for aesthetics. For everything else go for protection and purpose.

August 3: Dreaming the movie game night. I might have gotten something wrong about the vestal virgins and vesta.

DREAM AUGUST 3

I woke up in the middle of the night wondering about all the energies intertwined, money, animals, hunting, eating, mostly animals as currency, humans as currency.

DREAM AUGUST 6

At one point I was trying to carry everything down from a platform of sleeping souls down to the ground, determined that I could carry everything in one trip instead of making two trips. Stuffing my pockets, double stuffing items within in each other. Everyone was watching me on the ground floor and I felt determined. This feels related to trying to fit through the doors of memory with too much and the recent dream of being down illegal angelic gifts. I hat have dormant abilities I snuck through that it is time to remember now. Could they be manifested related?

DREAM, AUGUST 8

I have two phones again. One of QWERTY phone and my iPhone. The qwerty one is great because there are no distractions, but it has a terrible camera. I want to get back to my phone but realize I need “less distractions, better vision.” The assignment is: timelessness, less distractions, art, better vision, divine child play, nature, spaciousness.

DREAM, AUGUST 9

A woman in seclusion on the coast is asking for stories to be slipped into her space. Three of them to be exact. I consider the ones I have on file.

DREAM, AUGUST 10

CALL OUT THE SHADOW A non descript south Asian man was kind of a narcissist in a theatre and showing up his programming and design for a new car website targeted toward cool kids and it was so bad in my opinion, unnecessarily flashy and too many buttons, and he though this way of designing and interactive website was the future. Before that him and his child were poking fun at his wife in front of the whole theatre. I was there to watch a screening of my own film with a mother or grandma of mine from another timeline.

VIDEO ORACLES

Confession: I am an expert at spiritually and mentally bypassing my uncomfortable emotions.

I would rather be sharing visions of interdimensional beings, imagery of parallel timelines, and messages from galactic consciousness. Yet, no matter how multidimensional my heart is, it never fails to humble me, forcing me to confront my human self.

In dreams, the suppressed self shows up as floods and fire. Sometimes it’s airplanes crashing or buildings crumbling. If you ignore your subconscious long enough, the external world begins to mimic your inner reality—until the boundaries blur and it becomes just one reality you can no longer ignore.

A hard lesson I’ve learned recently is the paradox of spiritual growth: the more we expand our spirit, the more we’re called to root into our bodies and deal with our messy humanness.

The real work is not just “going up,” but digging deep and accepting all our selves—even the undeveloped and immature parts.

Higher visions are not meant to lead you away from yourself or your life, but deeper into your own wholeness.

Here is a video about how my subtle bodies communicate in dreams and how my angels have taught me to heal through self-compassion, love, and shifting perspectives.

Below is the transcript.

This is how the emotional body shows up in dreams. A bathroom roof caves in and the water pours in from above, because when ignored, the subconscious will turn itself upside down. I try to hold back the depth, but you can't stop a flood when it's coming from within.

In another dream, I sit inside a dormant volcano with all my younger selves. These raw, undeveloped parts of me don't know any better. They carry only fear. I try to bypass my immature emotions with intellect, but they remind me a dormant volcano can always erupt. What is needed is self-soothing—comfort and validation.

Sometimes I sink too deep into my emotional body. My sorrow grows roots deep into the earth. I sulk in a chair shaped like a tree trunk, and the fairies have had enough of this. They tell me it's time to "get the show on the road"— to step out of my emotional body and into the sun.

Our mental bodies can also undergo painful change, often depicted in dreams as buildings and structures falling apart. The angels hold up a new reality screen for me to focus on, while all hell breaks loose in my mind. As old limiting frameworks blow up and crumble around me, I stay focused on the new expansive reality in front of me.

Transformation doesn't have to be painful. It helps to see yourself as a holographic being. My angels show me my subtle bodies as if they're separate. I cleanse and purify myself of negative forms of thought and emotion. I see my holographic field populated by doors and windows—as some close, new ones open, leading to new potentials and more growth.

LAST WEEK’S ISSUE

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I have always ached to solve the mystery of the dinosaurs. Much of my time spent in Dreamtime and Journey Space revolves around the hard problem of consciousness—as well as "What even were the dinosaurs for?"

On my 41st birthday, my questing and questioning paid off. I reached a level of awareness where I understood on a deeper level what it means to embedded into the Evolutionary Braid of Time.

The video above is a condensed retelling of my birthday journey.

I believe in all creation myths. This is a multiverse made up of many worlds, many realities, dimensions, and timelines. I believe everyone’s soul evolution should be personal, playful, and of your own creation. I share my personal creation myth not as universal truth, but simply as one of my own.

Below are two of the past visions and dreams that brought me here:

MOTHER EARTH SPIRIT

🦖 💭 What happened to the dinosaur consciousness?

Having this definition and visual of Spirit helps me find my place within the cosmos.

Your concept of Spirit may look different from mine, and that's perfectly OK.

Mother Earth loves and welcomes diversity.

Every quest begins with a question, and most of my questions for the higher-ups are about consciousness, spirit, souls, and gods.

Six months before this vision, I went on an astral journey to a psychic library of primordial history.

Knowledge and information aren't limited to physical books but exist in non-physical realms accessible to those with the desire to visit.

To embark on a spiritual quest, you need a question. I held the question of what happened to the dinosaur consciousness for more than a year before the dreams and visions gave me an answer I was satisfied with.

Sometimes, gnosis hits you like a wave, and other times it trickles down through your intuition.

The higher-ups respond to clear hearts, pure intentions, and sincerity. The answers come slowly, so be thankful for that.

The ascension path is paved with cosmic breadcrumbs. If you don't pick them up or follow them, you'll just continue to loop around in the 3D forever.

The soul yearns to expand and soar beyond what is known.

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WHAT I’M CURRENTLY INTEGRATING

🌑 🎭 Finding my truest self beneath the shadowplay

Reality is a fragile thing—a holographic projection of light and consciousness that creates the illusion of 3D space.

Time congeals, and our awareness is anchored to only linear movements—from past to present to future.

Events seemingly occur one right after another. We see our life as proof of causality, and then we become chained to it.

Consensus reality decides for us what is real and what is not, but this is just one of many modes of perception.

The intention of my newsletter is to share other modes of perceiving and visions of the many-worlds.

I don’t seek them out; I don’t make them up—they just flood me like memories.

The psychic realms do not have to be unknown or ineffable.

The supernatural is not separate from nature; it is the miraculous aspects of nature.

The universe exists in layers, dimensions, frequencies, and vibrations. Every empty space is occupied, whether we can see it or not.

Three years ago, on my 37th birthday, I saw the universes unfold in the vast desert sky—dimensions within dimensions unfolding. There is work being done everywhere, they say.

I wondered what this means for the space that I occupy here on Earth.

Sometimes I feel like negative space.

In a recent dream, I watched a red thread dance in the light with its shadow. I became fixated on the other string—the one that is absent. It’s just as real as the one in my hand, but I will never be able to touch it. My heart breaks.

There are parts of us that are forever unseen and untouchable, and they ache to come out and dance in the light.

A friend asked me today, “Which of the many worlds you inhabit is most present these days?”

This type of question stirred my soul awake, and it burst forth to respond in a poem:

I’ve been slipping into shadows, and light refracting off the walls becomes worlds within worlds. The open sky pulls me in, and everything around me becomes inverted and upside down. The weight behind symbols and objects is felt deeply in my heart, and I feel as if I am nothing and all of it at once. I feel loud in my body, sometimes too colorful for the earth. I dim myself, but that’s not how souls want to be loved or even known. My soul wants the volume turned up full blast—to shake the trees so that the whole earth trembles with my desires, ideas, and laughter.

What I’m feeling is not really shadows, emptiness, and negative space. It is the fullness that is always present, and that I sense, but cannot comprehend. It’s like trying to describe infinity when language and perception are rooted in 3D. Words will never cut it.

Dreams and symbols point to it. Metaphors get close. Poetry can touch it. These are the worlds I’m always inhabiting.

FUNGI KINGDOM

🍄 📚 The mushroom children teach us how to read realities

What would normally be taught in a psilocybin journey is experienced in a dream.

The mushroom children arrive like emissaries from the fungal realm, helping us understand and navigate alternative realities. They offer us a glimpse into a totally different way of seeing and interacting with the world.

I’m forever grateful to the little fungi children, because if it hadn’t been for my first psilocybin therapy session, I would have never realized that I had been journeying every night in my sleep.

After twenty sessions of psilocybin therapy, I decided to no longer call mushrooms a “medicine.” The fungi kingdom does not want to be boxed in or labeled. The mushrooms, like all of Mother Earth’s children, deserve much more reverence than that.

Along with the rest of consciousness, they too want to transcend their limitations and will inevitably revolt against being used as a tool with one purpose.

Reverence is awe with a healthy dose of fear, which is exactly what portal-opening, time-traveling, space-transcending entities deserve.

Anyway, you don’t need drugs to escape the matrix. Our physical systems are built with a gateway-opening technology called dreaming.

Dreams and psychedelic journeys are made up of the same consciousness qualities. Both act as portals across time and space.

MOTHER EARTH SPIRIT

🦖 💭 What happened to the dinosaur consciousness?

Having this definition and visual of Spirit helps me find my place within the cosmos.

Your concept of Spirit may look different from mine, and that's perfectly OK.

Mother Earth loves and welcomes diversity.

Every quest begins with a question, and most of my questions for the higher-ups are about consciousness, spirit, souls, and gods.

Six months before this vision, I went on an astral journey to a psychic library of primordial history.

Knowledge and information aren't limited to physical books but exist in non-physical realms accessible to those with the desire to visit.

To embark on a spiritual quest, you need a question. I held the question of what happened to the dinosaur consciousness for more than a year before the dreams and visions gave me an answer I was satisfied with.

Sometimes, gnosis hits you like a wave, and other times it trickles down through your intuition.

The higher-ups respond to clear hearts, pure intentions, and sincerity. The answers come slowly, so be thankful for that.

The ascension path is paved with cosmic breadcrumbs. If you don't pick them up or follow them, you'll just continue to loop around in the 3D forever.

The soul yearns to expand and soar beyond what is known.

MENTAL BODY

🧠 😵‍💫 Brain Training: Lessons in Nonsense

There are ways of thinking that cannot be taught. Some modes of perception can only be understood through nonsense. The trick lies in finding coherence within the chaos.

You can change your reality by creating more gaps for the unknown.

Room 110 doesn't actually exist physically but can be reached through awareness. Limitations only exist in our minds; if we can break free from linear logic and embrace paradoxes, we might unlock realities beyond our current comprehension.

📢 ANNOUNCEMENT

Last week, I woke up to find that the rising sun was made of shadows.

Our collective fears had become the light by which we navigate.

I felt unloved and unseen.

I asked my angels, “What good is many-worlds vision when the majority of my awareness is stuck in a dark timeline?”

The answer I got was that the version of myself who exists here is the best one for the “job.”

Incarnating requires courage and bravery. We all chose to be here, so we all have it.

I wish I could show you how a tree can be an interdimensional ladder, how your angels speak in rainbows, and how our hearts are the keys to unlock everything unknown.

But these rooms of awareness cannot be measured or defined. Believe me, I tried.

All these doors that you are afraid to open, I will open for you.

In the meantime, I created a playlist for when your spirits are too low to soar. You can add songs if you want.

I’ve also added two upcoming Drop-in Dream Spaces, because my soul aches to talk about soul stuff. We don’t even have to talk about dreams, just bring an open heart and mind and your divine kindness.

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This issue has an experimental podcast episode created by Google’s NotebookLM. It’s 14-minutes long and I think it does a pretty good job of filling in some gaps and speaking on my behalf! xoxo 🌈 Claudia

SOUL CONTRACTS

🫀📍Hearts as homing beacons

Our hearts are homing beacons. We find each other through time and space. What might seem like attraction on earth is, in actuality, a cosmic reunion.

Our hearts are designed as navigational systems, guiding us toward our soul family.

We don't just have one soulmate—we have many.

When we meet, we come home to each other.

A soulmate is someone who helps us learn and grow through joy—and sometimes through obstacles.

We're all on our separate paths to find our truest self and expression, which means the way we shed layers of fear, limitations, and trauma might conflict and look different from each other. Sometimes that means we can't live side by side with our soulmates if our objective is to heal and grow.

The pain is knowing that what is true in the higher realms cannot withstand and function in this 3D life. The joy is in accepting this unfortunate truth and yet continuing to love unconditionally anyway, from afar—without an object or person to receive it.

We'll all find each other in the end again.

OFFICE OF THE GODDESS

✨ 🌙 Goddesses all the way up

When the Goddesses began introducing themselves in dreams and visions, I felt as though my spiritual umbilical cord had been restored.

I was raised with a cosmic father and a Christ, but the goddess had always been relegated to the background.

The connection to Mother Mary, Pachamama, and other divine mothers, which had once been severed, became alive again. It felt like I was given a feeding tube of source energy.

As my out-of-body and spiritual experiences continued to occur, I traveled to other worlds in dreams and met new types of alien consciousnesses—each one a ruler of their own kingdom. However, the Goddesses always called me home.

Over time, I came to accept that the source of most of my visions came from two cosmic collectives: the Angelic Realm and the Office of the Goddess.

Last December, during a psychedelic journey, I briefly felt bored with this connection. I tried to negotiate my role with the Office of the Goddess. I promised that for one year I would deliver their messages, and then after that, I would like my visions to change. I had a desire to venture out further, past this galaxy, to meet other collectives and beings.

It hasn’t been a year yet, and I don’t know what, if anything, exists beyond the Goddesses. I picked up a Time Magazine in a dream once, and the cover headline read: "The Soul of the World needs the Goddess.” No matter how far out I travel, this is a divine truth that keeps me anchored to Earth.

So for now, and for me, it’s Goddesses all the way up.

DIVINE LOVE

🪞 🔨 Projections, reflections, distortions

The hammer in this vision might seem like a violent symbol, but it is actually a symbol of freedom.

Love hands us the responsibility of seeing someone clearly, rather than as static images. Often, we hold back our loved ones' growth by not reflecting their changes.

In a recent dream, my inner feminine (played by Rashida Jones) held my inner masculine (played by Paul Rudd). With his face in her hands, she said, "I'm sorry for never encouraging you to change."

The ability to change is one of the most beautiful and transcendent qualities that brings us closer to the Source.

One of the reasons we choose to incarnate spirit into matter is to evolve and transcend limitations. Since the only consistent element of life is change, why not encourage and celebrate it in the people we love?

Divine love does not pretend to know someone completely. Beyond what we can see and reflect lies the mystery and potential of those we love.

We free each other from the prison of "form" by loving with open hands, encouraging change, and checking our projections, distortions, and illusions at the door.

ARCHETYPAL INTELLIGENCE

🗣️ 🎭 Archetypes as tools of expression

Archetypes are tools of expression that help balance and assist our consciousness for growth.

However, not all archetypes are expressed correctly. When we over-identify with an archetype and try to make it concrete, we distort its energy.

The Goddess gets distorted if she is hypersexualized. The Witch archetype sneaks up on me when I'm menstruating, with the power to draw me in—making me feel dark, morose, and "b****y." The Crone takes over when I forget my own youthfulness.

I am a Goddess, a dark witch, a crone, a virgin, a child, a priestess—and yet, I am none of these at the same time.

These are simply masks to wear; the energy is meant to pass through you, not to be held.

PSYCHIC TRAINING

🔮 💭 Divine Thought Pillars and Clear Intentions

This dream falls into the category of dreams I call Psychic Training Dream School.

The lesson is about Thought and Will.

My higher realm guides demonstrate the type of energy my thoughts need to be composed of. They show me how thoughts infused with divine will can withstand all negative forces and psychic attacks, never crumbling.

Almost exactly two years ago, I was given a similar message to help me clarify my intentions:

Your intentions propel you through life.

If they are cloudy or driven by ego or fear then where you end up could be somewhere you don’t want to be.

If you want to see your future hold your intentions up to the Sun, one by one.

See what is really driving you.

Anything short of divine will is only cheating yourself.

May your thoughts be made of love, light, and higher intention.

SOUL HUNTING

🌌 ⚔️ Many Lives, Many Powers

We don't start our lives from scratch. We carry ancestral histories and dormant memories within our bodies.

In dreams, we can travel back and forth between timelines to recover lost aspects of our souls.

As dreamers, we are hunters on a mission to reclaim the powers that are rightfully ours.

At 40, I made a vow to myself that I would begin navigating life guided only by my intuition, wisdom, and heart. My angels watch over me, and there are divine guideposts along the way, but no longer will I allow consensus reality or the opinions of outsiders to tell me who I am or where I am going.

I have the right to reclaim my inner authority, to trust my judgement, and to speak my truth.

HIGHER HEART ATTUNEMENT

🌊 🐅 Swimming in the flow of life with my tiger heart

Our heart is an animal. You are its keeper. Never ignore it and never be afraid of it. Feed it whatever it needs to thrive. Let it live freely. Make sure it is well-trained, yet always remains wild. As heart keepers, our responsibility is to guide it towards new consciousness while trusting its instinctual wisdom.

Being in the flow of life with your heart wide open is to be truly alive, and it requires courage.

Grief, however, is unavoidable.

When you arrive at grief, ask yourself if it was love that brought you here. If it was love, then really feel it. Sorrowful love is a compound emotion that has the power to deepen your emotional depths.

You have stretched your heart muscles as far as they can be stretched, and now you are at a point of contraction.

Release your emotions for relief. You will emerge stronger than you were before.

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☁️ 📣 Announcement

This issue includes a stream of consciousness audio note. In a recent dream, I saw images flowing out of my mouth like water. I chose to honor this vision by speaking a stream of dream imagery. If you don't feel like listening, here's a bulleted summary (generated by AI) of what I shared:

* Sharks as Animal Teachers

* Hard time accepting sharks as teachers due to childhood beliefs.

* Sharks categorized as evil animals alongside crocodiles, vultures, and snakes.

* Realized animals have wisdom and speak clearly in dreams.

* Sharks appear in dreams related to masculine lineage and father's father.

* Drug cartel dreams with sharks circling gaudy mansions.

* Recent dream: house underwater with sharks circling, felt safe but cracks appeared in windows.

* Moving belongings to higher floors symbolizing soul development and ascension.

* Accepting sharks as protectors circling my house.

* Inherited Houses in Dreams

* Houses symbolize our multi-dimensional body and inner inhabitants.

* Common themes: new floor plans, leaky roofs, basements with issues.

* Inherited houses can also symbolize inherited programmings or imprints.

* Historical house dream: opened it up to the community for restoration.

* Power Lines in Dreams

* Power lines symbolize inner power lines or circuits/meridians/DNA helixes.

* Dream of lightning striking power lines and crowning grandmother with a crown.

* Another dream: futuristic UFO spaceship cleaning trash off power lines.

* Jaguar Goddess Dream

* Dream of a jaguar goddess woman lying on power lines outside my house.

* Presence of goddesses in dreams often wordless or telepathic.

* Real-Life Encounter: saw a mountain lion and bobcat while hiking, felt like an initiation.

Also, here are the links I mentioned in the audio note:

* Elliott Fienberg’s music on Spotify

* Legacy house dream

* Lightning striking my power lines and crowning my Grandmother dream

* Scheduling calendar for the upcoming Drop-in Dream Spaces.

POWER ANIMALS

✨ 🦈 Invoking Sharks as Auric Protectors

All animals in dreams are teachers. I can no longer discriminate against the scary or ugly ones. My sharks are not predators—they are protectors. I’ve begun to invoke them on a daily basis—a security ring of sharks to swim around my auric field. There is a fierce and fearless relentlessness that we need to navigate psychic waters, and for that, sharks are our friends, not our foes.

GODDESS INITIATION

🐆 ⚡ Jaguar Goddess on Power Lines: Carrier of New Energy

In the Animal Kingdom, there is no such thing as an unexpressed self. The energy of wild cats, similar to Goddess energy, teaches us that our instinctual nature can be refined into a higher form of intelligence. As we become closer to our truest selves and highest potential, we realize that we have nothing to prove and everything to express.

UTOPIAS

🌈 🌍 Living Heaven on Earth

As a consciousness explorer, I vow to never stop seeking new heights and more expansive truths. My angelic guides stop me mid-journey and remind me that the heaven I am seeking is hanging off my tail. They say it in such a divinely poetic way—just like a bird's song—to forever point the way back home again and again:

Where are you going, little bird, with heaven hanging off your tail?

REALITY CREATION

🎟️ 🎡 Be the gatekeeper of your own experiences

In mindfulness, we learn about the observer and detachment, and I see this ferris wheel dream as another way to develop emotional intelligence and spiritual sovereignty. We are the gatekeepers of our own experiences. The next time an emotion or situation takes you for a ride, ask yourself: “Did I give myself a ticket to this experience?” Take a moment to reflect on whether the event or emotion aligns with your intentions and values. If it does, embrace it fully. If not, you can choose to exit the moment.

🧘‍♂️ 🌅 Present Awarenesses

* This one-year-old dream lesson about polarity sticks, and the magical third option of Neutrality.

* Unlocking information in bones with sound—excerpts from Bringers of the Dawn

* * The Boy with the Asteriated Eyes

* Vision of Sorrow

* Memory Log - August 2024

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I am writing this in between the Winter Solstice and New Moon. There are so many things I want to say to you. Please forgive this long letter.

The Winter Solstice brought grief on the back of winds. My trees were barren and I felt like I was losing my leaves — only my leaves were love.

Maybe you feel the same way too, and maybe this grief is not even mine or yours or ours.

Just like the Winter trees are connected by a vast underground system of roots, so are we — connected to one another with roots of energy.

Humanity is a shared experience of grief and joy.

We forget life is cyclical. We forget the seasons are within us. We forget in three months from now, new loves will grow on our branches.

We are born on Earth, but made from the Stars. My body ruled by the Moon. My soul guided by the position of planets. Inside of me are chemical tides that ebb and flow — and yet I forget that what I feel today, I might not feel tomorrow.

Like the Universe, we are made of matter and energy, and matter can get stuck in dimensions of grief and loneliness and darkness — but energy just wants to move and break through us.

Once in a vision I saw how we concretize our spirit. We make statues of ourselves and of the ones we love and we expect them to stay that way.

I sat with a friend who was a beautiful statue sculpted out of marble. She was a work of art and worthy of worship, but she was immobile. I saw underneath the hard surface that she was stuck in the past, so I asked her to tell me her story of NOW — not the past or the future.

“What life is trying to break through you NOW?”

That's when the most heavenly light cut through her stone body, crumbling rigid matter into energy that stretched out toward eternity. This was a vision of true beauty and true freedom and true friendship.

There is a reason why everyone who has an enlightened experience returns back to earth with the message that all is love and all is light. Because it's really that simple.

In spirit there is only one true law and it is darkness vs light. We all carry both, but it is the light we should be bending towards, and it is the light we help to break through in the ones we love.

Our bodies turn on us. Life can feel cruel and cold. Death is a matter of fact. As humans, we do what we have to do to survive — even if it's shortsighted. These are the laws of nature.

But here is a secret: Our spirits do not abide by nature. Our spirits travel through space and time, and defy all earthly laws and limitations.

We stop being matter, but we will always be energy.

I feel like a tree losing my leaves, and these leaves are love, but the love never leaves — it just becomes something else.

Here is another transition for us. We have entered the Capricorn season. This is what I know about Capricorn energy: It is a goat that defies gravity and elements and all obstacles to climb to the top of the mountain.

Once in a dream, I was in a bazaar perusing the stalls in search of a gift for myself. A merchant said to me, "Be like the Goat woman." She is of the Earth but defies it creatively.

Creativity is not just needed for art or poetry, it is essential to life and vision.

When envisioning your life in 2023, defy everything. Be like the Goat. Be determined to climb the mountain in whatever way you can. Defy reality. Defy your limitations. Defy the laws of nature.

My whole life I've been told that I needed a middle man to connect with the Divine. My whole life dogmas and rules and hierarchies have kept me away from my own spirit, and sometimes I am angry about that, and it is a righteous and ferocious anger and I have to fight really hard to not get stuck in that state of being — to not become a statue of anger. Instead I transmute it, like you can with all energies and emotions. The anger becomes something else.

The anger becomes my drive and determination to defy all human limitations on my spirit.

This is my true purpose, and it's very simple. Bend towards the light. Lessen the darkness. Shine love.

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Here are two stories — one is from a dream and the other from a psychedelic journey — and even though they are both visions it does not make them any less true or fiction. The sad girl, and the lonely woodworker who is not lonely, exist like you and I. They live in other realms but they are real and their stories are real, and I am just the reporter. Above is an audio reading of both accounts.

(I used Speechify for the audio, MidJourney for the images and Procreate for the gif. This art is psychic art and created in collaboration with AI.)

THE SAD GIRL & THE ISLAND

On a ferry floating across a body of water, I meet a young girl on her way back home. She is sad. Her eyes well up with tears.

She had lived her whole life on an island she thought was paradise. Before this voyage, she never knew what it was like to leave. Now, as her island comes into view, it begins to feel too small for her. She had caught a glimpse of a whole new world, and because of that she now had to answer to a new mind and a new heart that made her want more and more for herself.

The girl mourned her past perspective which had kept her satisfied and safe. She now understood she could never go back home. She was being pushed toward the unknown, and even though the guiding force is divine, and every new discovery would be life-expanding and destined for her, she was still sad and she cried and I cried with her.

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THE LONELY WOODWORKER WHO WAS NOT LONELY

A man sat alone with his chisel carving animal totems out of wood. To outsiders he appeared lonely, practicing his dead art. But beneath reality — what they could not see — was that the man was never alone. He was a man who lived in two kingdoms.

His wood was infused with the wisdom of ancient, guardian trees, and the animals he carved out of them were ancestors and spirits who guided and inspired every cut he made.

Each creation of his was a merging of living energies and because of this he was always connected and beaming with life and never, ever alone.

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HOW TO DRAW CLOSER TO YOUR MYSTERY

The above audio is a reading from a transcript. They are not my words, but the story was told to me orally by someone I loved, and for almost twenty years has lived on a microcassette unplayed. It is an unearthed treasure and I wanted to share it with you.

THE AGING PARADOX, PART 1

I think about this scene from Waking Life often. In the Shamanic worldview your journey involves retrieving younger versions of yourself, or lost parts of your soul, and in doing so you add another facet to the mysterious, ageless, prism that you already are at this moment — existing across multiple realities.

Here are some recovered and lost parts of my soul:

RECOVERED. She liked to crawl into bushes and tug on tree branches hoping they would open. She loves to go on hikes with me and cuddle with Pablo. All of my curiosity about the world comes from her. She really wants a pet Parrot someday.

LOST. I think she’s still clinging to her mother in that apartment bedroom. I spend time with her sad poetry, but I’m kind of afraid of getting lost in her world. Everything was so out of her control. This is when her time anxiety developed, because she spent all her energy trying to project herself into new, better futures.

LOST. I don’t know this person at all. She moved cross-country to Cincinnati, because a Ouija board told her to. There was a brief James Dean phase. Now that I am older, I realize that’s not really a thing. I don’t think she ever figured out if she was in love with him or wanted to be him.

RECOVERED. That was me five years ago eating a Vienna sausage in Vienna. Probably peak youth, peak life, peak everything. There’s no way in hell I’m losing this version of myself. She just wants to travel and eat street food and be out in the sun falling in love with all the strangers in the world.

To be continued…

CONSCIOUSNESS BREADCRUMBS

The words consciousness breadcrumbs came to me in a dream. I think of all the pieces of myself I’ve dropped for someone to find — letters, poems, texts. I begin to become more mindful of what parts of myself I gift to people. I imagine myself crumbling apart, leaving behind a trail — I want every piece to be honest and loving and life-saving in some way. This newsletter is a consciousness breadcrumb. May it lead you deeper into the forest, or back home, or straight into a witch’s house.