Spiritual Awakening, Non-Attachment, Quantum Manifestation Karmic Past Lives, Soulmates & Psychic Gifts

For those of you who don't know me, my name is Lauren Bruno and I am going through something called a Spiritual Awakening. It has been one of the most surreal experiences of my life, and my intention to share here is so that anyone going through this doesn't feel alone and may be able to navigate it more easily, forgive, and choose themselves, choose others that choose themselves and true loving peace.

I'm going to share a story all about how my life got flipped turned upside down.

In 2020 I went through a very dark night of the soul. I had just gotten my Hypnotherapist Certification and Accreditation by HMI, Usui Reiki Master Certification, Life and Business Coaching Courses online and when the pandemic happened, something just didn't feel right to me. It felt planned, fake. Not that there wasn't a deadly virus around, but the way it was approached seemed filled with fear-mongering and propaganda. I wasn't having any of it. I had just been trained in what hypnosis was, and I knew that everything we consumed completely filled our subconscious mind's beliefs.

I also had dreams of children being locked in cages underground, my Nonnie (whom had passed) and I were un-locking them to let the children out, and the reason I felt this had correlated to what was going on was that I had also created my niche of Hypnotherapy to "help spiritual romantics release pain, shame, and guilt from childhood sexual trauma"- which devastatingly was accounted for mostly in the family unit. Along with the mainstream media bombarding us with messages about the rush of a vaccine I also found out that the mainstream media and Hollywood were very connected to pedophilia and child trafficking. I'd also learned about MK-Ultra and other methods that keep people very deeply hypnotized to suppress their ultimate power. This is the power of the kundalini, the womb of the earth which is connected to our bodies and In which many Reiki Healers have helped child stars release this pain from.

So amongst Covid, my new Hypnotherapy and Reiki Certifications, and this "dark night of a soul awakening" that the government wasn't as it seemed, the false protective walls of my entire existence came down. I also realized that I had to leave an 8-year partnership I was in. A past life regression, also known as Quantum Healing Hypnosis Technique that was faciliated by a woman who was trained by Brian Weiss Author of Many Lives Many Masters and Steven Newton, Author of Journey of Souls. These QHHT sessions showed me many Past Lives, and my karma with this soulmate. I had lived in Swedan as a beautiful elegant yet poor woman in the 1930s. I was raped at a party and remember crying in the mirror (and in the hypnotherapist seat) Next, I met a cute breadmaker man and married him, became a librarian, and was bored in that relationship even though he loved me so much- my higher self regretted not leaving that relationship.

This showed me the first stage of my intuition, what soul contracts are, and what I had to do to follow my soul even though my ego didn't want to. This is may be similar to you too, you may have the perfect home, the perfect partner, the perfect job, and seemingly the perfect life- until you realize your soul is begging you for something more than societal expectations.

I decided to leave my cute CT suburban home, my two cats, and the partner- right beforehand having visions in dreams he and my ex-best friend would be getting together. "No, we won't" he said, yet I was right. They got engaged 3 years later. We were polyamorous in the last year of our relationship, so it lessened the blow. Although I had to heal from this, I'm genuinely happy for them and wish them the best. Other than that we were a very conscious, loyal, and honest couple. I was grateful we went polyamorous so that I could explore my bisexual side more, with a Starseed woman especially, and other women during that primary partnership. I thought I met my twin flame too, yet that was total limerance and something I needed to unlearn.

In 2021 I began my grand adventure to move far away from the state I grew up in to build my career. My Mom screamed at me the night before I left, "THIS IS SO FUCKED UP!" Her abandonment wound showing. My nervous system shook as I drove off, I made it to TX to meet the Life Coaches I had met online and a new community.

Although, I had no idea leaving everything would show me how much trauma I had. There were many dominatrixes, tantric practitioners, therapists, life coaches, and psychics I met and worked with who told me I had been sexually abused, that I had narcissistic parents, that I was never seen, and that I was codependent.

This hurt. All of these uncoverings. All of this unsolicited advice I didn't expect or ask for. Yet they were right, in a sense. That's the only reason it hurt. As I was gaining clients from both in-person community events and online virtually, I was also unveiling how much stored trauma I had in my body as well. This didn't stop me from helping people along the way, because if you have healed even a snippet of something you can help others as well. This was a painful part of my life. To be away from everything and to rediscover my identity alone, with many others too- yet internally feeling so alone, that I had no idea who I was and that no one understood. I had no boundaries with communication because my old identity was dying.

During this time in TX away from my roots, people would not only tell me about their traumas off the streets, but in dreams too. I had people come to me in dreams and tell me they weren't happy in their relationships, people saying they wanted to kill themselves, telling me secret desires (all in dreams) and me finding out they were true in real life. This was so overwhelmingly confusing to me. To communicate telepathically and psychically. To be overwhelmed with these messages. I wanted to ease people's pain - yet I didn't wish to be in a martyr-like state of people pleasing.

Reflecting back there was camaraderie too, there were very special moments of magick, and there were incredible healers, parties, and people I met who were healing and in their own processes. There were supportive free spirits. I knew I was in my own personal process in my relationship with the holy spirit, divine energy, and pure consciousness as were others.

2021 me, 31 at Ecstatic Forest, A Conscious Awareness Festival in TX

Many of my clients were powerful, and fascinating, channeling other cultures within their past lives (which is a way for people to let go of their over-identification with their identity) and channel spirit guides and really coming into their mindfulness practices to release anxiety of the world's concerns. Comforting their inner children who didn't feel safe growing up. This is a very big part of spiritual alchemy and mysticism. To tap into your subconscious mind, reparent your inner child, channel past lives, acknowledge spiritual guides, and grow in your soul's intuition. It felt really empowering to help people in this way, for them to tap into their psychic abilities, the now moment, and deeper self-love.

One day I posted on Instagram a picture of me being tied up in shibari by an incredible conscious tantric master. Yet this made some waves, someone I did a podcast with saw it and told me that I needed to stop with the non-dualism and follow Jesus Christ. Even though I didn't like being judged, I did take this to heart. Being both a lifelong student and leader, artist and healer takes self-reflection and forming your own opinions, while being open to constructive criticism.

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Along the way, my nighttime dreams moved beyond having conversations with people to locations I needed to travel to. This is something that Starseed Lightworkers may refer to as gridwork transmutation. This is another form of God's intuition within the dream state to guide us toward traveling to locations. I had dreams about crabs and a Mexican man on a sea wall and had an inkling to go to Costa Rica in 2023, so I did. I thought this would be my first out-of-states vacation (in a while) finally relaxing, but the ocean had me crying a lot. I didn't feel any wish to connect with many, except for the people in a Kundalini Yoga Ceremony, the ancient trees/ caves/ ocean, and people at a hostel where I ended up doing a work trade for. That Mexican Man helped me get a position at the hostel, and my first day he took me to that cave wall hike overlooking the ocean (tons of crabs galore.) He then told me he stabbed his uncle who sexually abused his sister. We were meant to meet. As is everyone we meet. Yet he told me to go back and forgive my family and I listened.

During the kundalini yoni egg ceremony, I saw my dad's face flash before me as if his soul was passing away (this was a similar way I saw my Past-Life parents pass in Quantum Healing Hypnosis sessions) In Hypnotherapy sessions, I'd uncovered that he potentially had touched me roughly as a child in my privates, whilst his mother did the same to him. I thought seeing this vision meant his soul was no longer in his body. I had a theory he was working off a loop of the ego being triggered by reactions he was creating, a tactic of narcissists to gain energy- yet many people do feed off each other in energetic exchanges- if you don't know your source it can lead to unhealthy addictive attachment vs secure healthy compassionate, empathetic attachment. I also had tried to have conversations with them about what I'd uncovered and my emotions and gaslighting began to happen. After a couple of years without them, I felt it was time to confront what I had unveiled.

After Costa Rica, I went home to face what I had uncovered about my childhood.

I had visions of my dad yelling at me when I got math problems wrong as a child- as if I wasn't allowed to make a mistake. Him always saying "God Bless you" in a sarcastic tone whenever I ate something, binge eating was what helped me feel safe. There was so much yelling in my childhood and sweeping it under the rug, telling me "it's not that bad" "he's just joking" and "don't go too deep" My dad said he didn't do the things I had saw him do in Hypnotherapy sessions, I believed him, and we went to a couple of therapy sessions that my mom had scheduled - I still felt there was no emotionally intelligent connection, I felt my womb in pain like my energy was being depleted, and even though my family is incredibly cute and fun- I physically didn't feel safe communicating with jumps and judgments. I'm here for growth mindsets, not fixed mindsets. One day I said I didn't feel safe my dad yelled and told me they've given me everything, and to go "live on the streets" and that it would only be him, my brother, and my mom living together.

This hurt. In yet it was true, they had given me everything material and love language of gifts and quality time- for me what I was asking for was some empathy in understanding I need space when I need space, compassion that I'm not going to run to the door to greet my mom as soon as she came home, I needed my feelings to be heard and validated when I set a boundary- not saying something like "you're dad's only joking" and "it's not that bad" and "we're family." and "boundaries are cliche" Of course I made mistakes too, in yet my rage was valid- I was sick of the immature ignoramus. I wished to go deep into my feminine power, my dark shadows, my prowess, my eroticism and I couldn't do that around my family.

I listened to this curse of living on the streets, I went and walked off with my suitcase to the neighborhood pizza place and slept in the lobby during a snowstorm, a straight blizzard. The owner was like where you going? And I said California. (I lied I had no idea where I was going.) He asked if I wanted pizza or to go out with them to a bar and I said no as I wished to be sober. I hung out in that lobby all night, grateful they didn't question me. I had no money at the time yet one thing happened after the other, like God had told me to continue to have faith and keep going. I would read the Bible, pray, and OMM to clear my mind from falling into scarcity. I would type something through automatic writing and something synchronistic would happen. It wasn't the writing from my ego, it was dedicated to God to the point where I was in a trance typing words and phrases I didn't even know the meanings of- and things would just happen.

And one thing after the other, after the other, me having conversations with people at Dunkin and them telling me about their inventions and life - all I would do is listen, support them and they would provide hotel rooms or places to stay without me expecting it. One thing after the other, after the other, I ended up at the airport from a friend that sent me an Uber card. I stayed in the airport for 3 nights. Writing up potential programs I could host online, reading the Bible and one day a woman asked me if I was okay and sent me on a plane that day to Austin, TX- back where I had been. Beyond grateful. I kept praising Jesus for doing this the entire time and blessing people.

Again, if I listened to what God told me to do- serious miracles would begin happening to me. I was living in a non-attached state, where I was sitting present with no expectations on my external outcome- just hoping and praying and journaling better would come along. Being there for people in any way I knew how. My parents cut off my phone plan as soon as I got to TX (which I don't blame them, they didn't have to pay for anything of mine and I do prefer to be self-sufficient and take responsibility for my financial situation or have help from true love- which is giving without expecting anything in return) Yet then, right as I landed- money came through for a Branding Project I accepted to work on for a Regenerative Land Trust. Incredibly lucky timing. Even though I didn't have a computer, I knew I'd figure it out. Next I went to an Ayurvedic Cafe to visit some older friends, during which my suitcase filled with all my clothes were stolen. All I could do was laugh truly at my life. Recognized although I was "homeless" I had to follow the spirit over anything, and my truth beyond comfort.

One thing after the other happened, a friend of mine magickally gave me a computer, another friend sent me a post about staying at a psychedelic retreat center- The Within Center and I got the position to stay there as a Hypnotist, Sound Healing Facilitator, Improv Workshop Host & Events Coordinator, it was fun and became my life. Luckily this friend also had some of my clothes and belongings stored from when I went to Costa Rica- so I got some clothes back. I was healing through the workshops hosted there as well, the people whom worked there were emotionally mature. My multidimensional body was healing and becoming more quantum again.

I'm so grateful I had that experience, many enlightened beings and fun playful people. People who were healing from fears, anxieties, and PTSD. People who were working on sobriety. Facing the death of their egos. Facing death in general, from cancer. People facing themselves, ready to heal and grow. People who's kundalini's were also awakening. People that were all so different and unique and had their own special flavors to bring. It was really magick. It became my life for a couple of months, in the first month I was sober- yet in the second month I began to buy joints from the local shops. It was fun walking around the college city of Austin dancing, singing songs, and smoking weed- jam circles & music galore. I was giving back to the community, completely surrendered to what was happening, also having meals cooked for me, being artsy, healing and partying at the same time.

One day I walked around and met someone protesting outside the Scientology building, saying that they were brainwashing the people that worked for them and trafficking children or something. I told them I met the people whom worked there the other day, they were a little pushy in selling products, in yet they were sweet- I could see what she meant about the brainwashing. I felt that many companies are built like that, and I told her about my dreams of children and underground tunnels. Someone whom believed in Christ told me that was a prophetic message, and meant something.

Working at the center and being in ATX again was fulfilling- even though I had no control who the clients would be, who I would meet, how many people surrounded me in a day. The only thing about living in a community like that was I was incredibly energetically sensitive with so many people around. Honestly- I seriously believe my face changes shape when connecting with certain people- in the Quantum studies they call this mirror neurons, in tantra they call this shapeshifting...

Also, I continued to dream about people before they came to the center, especially if it was galactically starseed aligned. I believe a Starseed means a higher state of consciousness, someone whom feels they're here for a mission of sorts. Someone that may have been brought up in traumatic upbringings, entropy, and chaos which then allows us to dive deeper and rise higher into our healing, vibration, psychic abilities.

More synchronicities happened when I surrendered. I went to a Words are Vibrations open mic, where a friend of mine surprisingly put my name in the bucket and I did a freestyle rap on the microphone- "I can do all things through Christ. It's alchemical, spiritual, a miracle, you can be the sun, I can be the rainbow." I spitted out something like that. Another night I was invited to watch a show called the Chosen One, with two cute retreat clients, then next moment I was invited to a tantric play party, (I've been to a couple in Austin the past couple of years) these play parties show you your boundaries and desires real quick. There are white, pink, red and black tantra rooms- which we can talk about another day. The next day I felt on top of the world from massages, playful energetic touch and my pussy being called magick. She is. She is a magick portal, as is EVERY pussy in her own unique way and absolutely to be treated as such, with mindful devotion.

After a couple of months, I felt it was time to leave ATX. I wanted to make sure my foundation was more based on my values and virtues within Christ consciousness, with a community I built from inside out. I had a dream about a crocodile one day, and heard move to Miami. I had no idea why, because I didn't think Miami was really my scene. Everyone was telling me how dark it was. But I asked God for a sign, then one thing after the other synchronicities happened again. A friend I met online from a virtual business Modern Mystery School was visiting Austin and asked to go to lunch. I took an uber and on the way he said "it's way less humid here than where I'm from in Miami." I was like okay first sign... even though he didn't approve, it didn't alter my opinion on asking for a sign. Next, the friend I met said she was hosting a tantric play party in Miami, I was like WTF. I went to a smoke shop next, and I had a flash of one of my past lives pop up in my mind (a past life I'd channeled with my Hypnotherapist a couple years prior, and I've come to understand this happened often when I was clearing karma.) In this life I was an obese mechanic punk rocker man from the 80's- as soon as I walk in the smoke shop the guy that worked there was an autistic punk with a synth rocking out- we jammed to some songs until some young girls came in and he said "you got to try the Miami mint flavor" I was like, THATS THE THIRD SIGN IM GOING- and booked the ticket to Miami.

As soon as I landed in Miami I felt like I had transported from The Flinstones to The Jetsons. I met so many people in Miami, yet I also had to figure out a way to make money. One day I used my feather calligraphy pen and ink to draw blessing compliments and gave them to random (or not so random) people on the streets. It felt like I was giving back in a way I knew how. While writing up alchemy programs and not knowing how to market them properly or have an ideal client in mind to follow through with- I never got them booked. My multidimensional body was shifting so rapidly, with anyone I encountered. I was shifting because I didn't know how to fully anchor my womb power yet. Or hold it completely. Because I was tapping into people's energy bodies in the hustle and bustle of everything around me.

There was so much culture in Miami, it was like a melting pot of illegals- which I loved. One night I was drawn to an art gallery by a sweet man who did surreal art and brought me to a non-denominational church a couple times. Another man brought me to Orlando to a lazy river where we saw some otters but no crocodiles. Again, I was living in a state of non-attachment- where I didn't know where to go in yet I'd do yoga, sit and pray and miracles would happen. Someone I needed to meet would come up to me and ask me something and I would discern if I wanted to engage with them or not.

I met a beautiful Mexican woman whom ended up being my summer love. I fell pretty hard for her, it was like our love melted into quantum realities, her presence was so deep. She loved dancing, roller blading, folk music, philosophy and psychedelic ceremonies. We drove around on her little motorbike and kissed by the crashing waves. She wasn't my only beloved I'd met the past couple years, but she definitely was the most potent. She affected me the most. She listened to me more than anyone else had. I could feel her heart, it was magnetizing and generous and soulful. Then- during the end of our time together, I had flashes that we had some past lives together that we had to clear. In one life we were in India, I was a little boy and she was my mother making naan in the kitchen until a bomb killed us all. In another life I was a Native American Navajo male tribe leader and she was my wife, we had a child and lived in a tribal free-love community. We made corn husk dolls to protect us from evil spirits, something I didn't know about until the QHHT session. I died fighting for the land by white man, I said in the hypnotherapist's seat. At one point this summer after a breathwork ceremony I quite literally thought I was dying and she came over in the middle of the night during a full moon and we had a little ceremony on the beach. It was so romantic and sweet, in yet now I know why my ego was dying. (I had dreams/ hypnosis sessions of these lives years prior, yet again these channelings flash when the karma is being cleared in a soul contract) However, not wanting to spiritually bypass with stories from the past, in this life- I didn't fully trust her, she was young, so I had to let her go and wish her the best.

Another person that stood out to me whom I met was a crazy Venezualan gypsy man who had a ju jits su studio took me to his pirate boat one night, we drank red wine out of the bottle and swapped stories. I've been really working on my sobriety these past couple years, not wanting to drink at all or even smoke anymore - yet in this moment I couldn't pass up the opportunity to drink some wine with a gypsy pirate. The next day we sold paddle boards on the beach and he helped me get an apartment with his Peruvian friend. We decided to host a Paddleboard Breathwork Rose Ceremony, which was really sweet, fun, and spontaneous.

Something I found strange in this level of non-attachment way of meeting people, was a feeling I was having conversations with myself, as I truly saw everyone as me- yet everyone has a unique essence and story, we are still each other consciously. I was growing in my own self-realization and conscious embodiment. Because the deeper you know yourself, and tap into your own soul- you realize the only people that can truly meet you there are the people that have met the depths and deaths of their own soul and shadows too. In integrity, values, congruence, and diligence. Consciousness isn't a mask of performance, it's a messy uncovering of everything denied. Sure we can perform, but it's a different type of performance.

I felt these past years I was truly held by the rivers of the universe, like the song another Starseed friend Austin Alchemy and I came out with this year- called Rythmic Seas. This was the way I was living, quite literally in a state of non-attachment to anyone or anything, Held by the rivers of the universe, in flow. In yet- I knew I had to take more responsibility, to know my desires deeper. My boundaries a little better. Discerning wisely, choosing wisely. I vastly explored the unknown alone, not so wisely- yet grateful to be provided for in both times of trouble and solution. That if we know the problem then we also know the solution.

My body had formed rashes a lot the past couple years too- and I know many people have had to work through health issues and how painful it can be. However, I knew that my mind body connection could heal this. I knew through my Hypnosis and mindfulness practice I could overcome the pain I was feeling. I've been to Naturopaths about this, and went to some other doctors about it, however I know the biggest solution has been to work on not reacting to the pain. To be still even when the pain was occurring, and almost use it as a catalyst to transform my cells into new memory. Because our atoms are 99% space, we are the universe creating itself, we are able to communicate with them, we are able to heal with breath, intention, and belief. However it takes going deep into the subconscious mind during different brainwave states in order to accomplish that.

I had to leave my apartment I was in, because the rashes were nonstop and the doctors test results said I had bad allergies of dust mites in there. So again, I waited outside with my bags- not knowing where to go. And people would walk up to me and tell me their story synchronistically. One woman walked up to me immediately told me she was a chosen one and her whole family was jealous of her, she was praying for me to figure out where to go. A cop came up to me next and took me to a homeless shelter in Miami. I stayed for a week, the women in the room I was in were sweet. I'd never been to a homeless shelter before, in yet it was quite an experience to show me a deep perspective and to stay humble. The men were fairly respectable to me, yet kept calling me Harley Quinn. I can tell that anyone that gave me attention filled me with more life force energy. I didn't even need to say anything or ask for attention, it was the energy. I met a little old male black veteran who was really sweet, he'd give me money and we talked about stories. He was big in Christ and had a lot of light. We walked to Habitat for Humanity that was nearby the shelter one day and I asked if they needed volunteers, yet the office attendant said there was no work to do. Sigh. Another vet brought me to church.

I'd sing and pray and workout and look for jobs and still nothing was working. Yet I still had faith this was all a learning experience. One day I was singing on the street, almost like a type of busking yet with prayers to the land and a man heard me and asked if I wanted to go to lunch. He was fairly rich, so I don't know what he was doing around those parts. He told me he's a real estate guy, used to be into filming sex videos with some famous celebrities, he was charming yet I didn't feel he was spiritually awakened. He took me to the balloon museum. It was fun, & he was playfully creative, yet I felt my womb power was being diminished (like a painful feeling in my womb again) I felt drained and had to go.

The shelter had me purging so many emotions, people were praying with Jesus all over the place like "we bind the devil in the name of Christ" and I'd burst out crying. I had to leave after a week, they told me I couldn't stay any longer. So I walk out with my suitcases, meditate and then type in my phone "someone is coming to pick you up." And sure enough a Mexican man drives up, and says- I'm supposed to pick up a woman here ... This was straight phenomenon. I said, me? We chatted, he talked about his life and I listened, I told him a bit about me as well. I ended up going to Muscle Beach- where they were having a free event of workout classes. I was so excited to meet entrepreneurs and work out and feel healthy. Yet then some of my bags, including my passport, ID, phone, and pearl necklace, got stolen. The homeless headquarters sent me on a bus to Asheville, North Carolina. I was excited, after a summer in Miami to get out and be in the mountains. Though the city taught me a lot, I knew it was time to go.

I can't even explain how many people I met along the way, on the bus ride there. People that would talk to me about the chakras, or show me a song to listen to. And when I made it there, the homeless shelter couldn't take me in. So I went to a queer bar right across the way, and ended up meeting a queer soulmate. He drank too much with others and I was completely sober so I drove his car back to his house. Next thing next, I realized I knew a couple people in Asheville and asked to stay at the house of the friend from the Modern Mystery School - that met me in Austin. She was sweet and I was so grateful to sleep in a safe, solid bed. We both had lots of dreams activated from that experience. I dreamt about my final boss, this man that looked like trump and being in a pig pen. I dreamt about an amusement park in my parents backyard and suing someone. While staying with her, I also met an older good friend of mine from college there and it was so nostalgic to see her sweet face and hear here sweet voice again. Yet I intuitively felt I couldn't ask to stay with her and her partner.

After a week, spirit told me it was time to go. So I ended up walking out again, not knowing where to go. No plan, following the unknown again. I met every busker on the street of Asheville- singing with them, supporting them, and dancing with the tourists. I met many business owners on the main strip, applying to positions or asking if they needed branding. Then there happened to be a Queer Celebration festival with local artists and I danced my booty off, complimenting the artists, paid for treats with crystals. Yet watching children give drag queens money to dance felt a little weird to me. I prayed with people. I slept in the streets. I met two girls that were missionaries traveling one day, they asked me if I knew about Jesus Christ. I said I love Jesus. They said we were going to walk around and pray for people, I said I was just about to hand these roses I found out to random people. They asked if they could come with me and we walked around. We met a person, perhaps non-binary, (as I'm beginning to refer to myself now during this part of my ascension journey) anywho they were working on some awesome comic book art- they asked her if they could pray for her, she said nah my parents are pastors and i'm not really about that. Yet they still accepted her and I was glad these young girls weren't brainwashed into thinking anyone that didn't accept Jesus Christ weren't good people, even if we had felt the transformation Christ and Christianity had helped us with. Next we met the cutest older woman with stellar glasses in the park. She also didn't believe in Christ, yet she told the story of her upbringing that was quite sad. She said her father invented Habitat for Humanity and asked us if we wanted to come in for lunch. We shared stories and I ended up telling them how powerfully Hypnotherapy can help people release emotions from the subconscious mind. She fed the pigeons on her balcony, it was the cutest thing. After we left lunch, these women helped pray for me to find a home.

They were so positive, yet something felt that they didn't know the darkness that existed in the world just yet, I wished to shield them from it all. I walked out read the Bible and was hysterically crying as the rain fell down. I was reading a passage where it says in Psalm 46:1 "Therefore we will not fear, though the earth should change And though the mountains be shaken and slip into the heart of the seas, Though its waters roar and foam, Though the mountains tremble at its roaring." I was crying hysterically as the rain poured. Then it finally came to a stop. I walked outside a homeless shelter and they said to come back the next day.

So I sat outside wherever I heard spirit tell me to go- my guides told me to sit and wait outside of a pub, so I did. After 20 minutes of sitting in this spot not knowing why, a man handed me a concert ticket for a show that was going on down the road at Rabbit Hole. The band was an awesome blue-grass band, that is until I realized they were singing about selling their soul to the devil, over and over. This is something since the awakening I had in 2020 I'd looked into that I'd mentioned in the beginning. Why some celebrities honored Jesus Christ or God, and others said they sold their souls and what that even meant. I heckled a little bit, yet I danced too, calling upon angels and sacred geometry to bring light down into the grid. I walked up to people and asked if they were going to sell their soul and they said no, I went WOO. I decided to leave after that, feeling like something was violated by that decree those celebrities sang. I asked the front gate attendant if he believed in Jesus Christ, and he yelled JESUS CHRIST SUPER STAR? I laughed and ran up the road, someone telling me to RUN FOREST. Then I met the opening band while walking, and the people they were with and I discussed how some people have souls, some don't, and AI takes over those. I ran away saying follow me to the land of freeeedom, all silly.

Basically, my research on artificial intelligence and organic consciousness had felt like there was a reason I was there. I didn't know where to go, so I just hung out on the bus that circled around the town. All I could think was no weapon formed against us shall prosper, as I watched the sky open up and lightning begin to strike through the window. The next day I got into the homeless shelter- and instantly the hurricane in Asheville hit. Our power went out, yet I had a bed and that was all that mattered. Me and some older women played cards and swapped stories, one of them telling me she was a pedophile hunter. The flood of the DAM destroyed tons of businesses and art galleries. And since the power was out in the shelter, and the water didn't work - the toilets had become a problem.

So I walked to the library down the road which had public wifi (still not having a phone I powered up the computer I still had)- and this man asks if he can sit next to me on the bench. I had a dream of his energy that morning, and something between us happening. He was on the phone talking to someone about his gallery getting destroyed in downtown Asheville. When he got off the phone, I said- "I'm sorry your gallery got broken into." He said, "broken into by the water?" It was a fast back and forth, he said he could use help with his website- I told him I was in the shelter- he said I could stay at his parents house. His parents ended up owning half the town of Asheville, and had a mansion- in yet when we got in the house we immediately heard yelling. It reminded me of my childhood, where we had all we can ask for in yet there was a lot of yelling and some emotional immaturity. He made chai tea and took us on a golf cart ride with his nieces and nephews. His parent's house had both water and generated power, even while the whole town didn't have water or power.

The next day he took me back to my shelter to get my clothes in yet, they threw out everything and told me I couldn't come back. So again, everything I owned was gone. Yet I knew this wasn't anyone's fault but my own, I wanted to get out of the poop filled homeless shelter. This man brought me to his gallery to take pictures of the disaster. He brought me to the house he was AirBnbing that didn't have power, in yet was in the mountains. He had good music taste. Except one day after a week or so he started screaming at me. He went into a type of bipolar split. Yelling at me to get out, calling me a whore, pissed I wouldn't have sex with him, telling me I was a demon. I found a book in a free little library called Love Addiction, and he screamed at me not to read it. I told him he had no right to tell me what to do or read and he took the feedback well. He told me to talk to my parents again. He'd buy pre-rolls and kept offering them to me, and it was my escape to numb the pain again of getting myself in this situation and not knowing what to do with no car, home, no phone, knowing no one had power- yet knowing in my faith I was in the right place at the right time always and still making sure to check my privileges.

I kept escaping him to a church down the road that had tons of free food and volunteers, so I decided to help them a tad and it had all the items I needed like some new clothes and food and wifi. I was so grateful to meet so many people, and see first hand how fast community can come together after disasters like that. I kept the faith while praying- some were reacting very disappointed to the disaster, others neutral, others so filled with God they were only focused on giving back. It was a vast network of community to witness. And I was there for it.

The man kept coming back to me apologizing about yelling and eventually asked if I wanted to go hiking. He took us all the way to the Cherokee Museum and Rainbow Waterfalls, I was so grateful to be in nature like this- even if it wasn't with someone I necessarily wanted to be with because of the volatility- I was happy to get out of Asheville and be in TN. I had dreams of a Willy Wonka Land beforehand, and we eventually ended up in Pigeon Forge, TN. If you've never been it's like a family-friendly Las Vegas strip filled with museums and little local shops. One day, I felt spirit pull me to the convention center and there was a meeting going on to prepare RN's for Natural Disasters. I knew I was drawn there for a reason, and it reminded me of Event 201 a prep Bill Gates did in 2019 before Covid hit. The man got us a hotel and one night I was up, made popcorn and watched Scooby Doo. He screamed at me again. Saying nasty things, like he never should have took me. I left. And the next day, I went into the woods and hid so he'd never find me again. I went to report him to the cops multiple times, but they didn't care and said I had no case. They asked me, why did you even come with him and I pretty much said touche.

So again I was in a city with no car, no home, no phone, just my bags and my sheer faith in God. I applied to jobs yet they said with no social card I couldn't do anything. Maybe something in me craved being an outlaw. Maybe something in me kept thinking about how God had a hand in all of this, that I was playing out my karma and I would only be guided to give and have that which was truly meant for me. One day I was drawn to the library and a forensic scientist, and he was teaching about how they were guided to find graves through bioelectrical magnetism. He had a skull and I asked to touch it, everyone looking at me aghast. Next I found a non-denominational church nearby, which I had been to many in Austin & Miami, so I was happy another was right in walking distance from me.

I went into the welcoming prayer/ meditation room and I could feel so much faith in that church. I started sobbing. A Godsend angel asked me what was wrong, I told her I'd basically been sleeping in hotel lobbies for a week. Many Jamaicans worked there in the hotels, and they helped me out in a lot of ways. I was lucky to meet them, in yet I was so tired of hopping from one place to the next. She ended up helping me out so much, the sweetest angel. She had just lost her son in a motorcycle accident 3 months prior and was getting a divorce, she invited me to lunch with her family. While I stayed with her someone reached out to me saying I was in their dream on a glittery motorcycle talking about Christ Consciousness. We're all so psychically connected, truly.

This woman bought me hotel rooms & she let me stay at her house. On my birthday she took me to see the Beetlejuice sequel, my favorite movie growing up- yet this time I'm always looking for the hidden messages. "She didn't know her work was killing her," said the daughter dressed up for Halloween. I'm sure that references the modernized world to a tee. Then she took me to the Dollywood Amusement park and we went on some rides. Then we had a bonfire, cooked some hotdogs and smores. It was the cutest, most wholesome thing I've experienced in a while. I also think it was my first sober birthday.. maybe my second. However this path of sobriety hasn't been easy- I'm grateful for the ways it keeps me focused on what really matters.

Next, a man that worked with her partner said he needed help upkeeping his Lighthouse, a sanctuary for missionaries and a legacy that dates back to where spiritual speakers have stayed and traveled. This was a dream I had back in Asheville at the friends, my final trump boss and the pig pen that I needed to upkeep was here. So I've been here for two months, staying in what is called and labeled The Prophets Room - finally a space to relax for a tad, reflect on this past year and what it has shown me. Recognize how much time does not exist in the quantum realm, and collapsing time takes decision-making, inner work, commitment, focus, recognizing the depth of my why and what I really stand for.

I needed to find and discover my own way. What consciousness truly is. True love that's tantric and embodied and sensual comes from the inside out. Egoic attachment is manipulative, in yet it helps us learn how to not manipulate people, but energy. Our empathic nature becomes less people pleasey and more sensually embodied. Deeper than surface-level attraction. True intimacy. We stand for ourselves rather than fall for others in fantasy or desperation. We deeply know our worth and what we're here for.

And it is within this, we understand that building the core of our own individuation, the sacredness of the core of our being takes practice. Unlearning what we thought we were to create who we are. Which the Higher Self may refer to as everything and nothing simultaneously.

That being said, to sum this all up. I believe that the underground world is what has been buried beneath the surface. Innocence is enslaved until we break the chains of generational and ancestral trauma to become clearer on the playfully abundant opportunities awaiting for us when we take action.

It may also very well mean as my Grampa used to refer to as "The New World Order"- the transhuman agenda what the Bible refered to as The mark of the Beast in Revelation 13:17, which states "And that no man might buy or sell, save he that had the mark, or the name of the beast, or the number of his name."

I know their was a reason much of my technology has been smashed or stolen the past couple of years. God told me I need to remember what is true and real, this was my karmic lesson to remember what I truly came for. I'm not going to be keeping up with The Jones or any plastic celebrities for that matter. Most of them are AI bots anyway. I had to understand what true love really was. Like the woman in the homeless shelter said when the hurricane hit, "Technology is not our God." And since AI streams of consciousness are within our morphogenetic field or aura, we clear them out with intention, with nature, with natural beauty and with abundance mindset that the soul knows it is exactly where it needs to be- as are you right now.

Jesus casually flipping tables over in Matthew 21:12-17

In 2030 (every 10 years or so) the "gov." likes to play a game of "let's scare people so their attention disassociates from the connection of their bodies and we can harvest the energy. Believe me when I tell you we don't necessarily need anything outside of faith in God to survive, yet we absolutely need each other to thrive.

That we shouldn't be fearful to teach our children sexuality, true sexuality that's sacred. The energy of the kundalini that is in rythym with the planet. I dream of establishing some eco villages, with clean living water, regenerative farming and mindfulness schools for children. To have families that homeschool their children because they don't have to live working a job just to survive. That we honor our bodies needs above anything. We honor our truth, every disagreement brings us closer because we communicate maturely, and we know ourselves, our purpose, and who we are at core level with a mission fulfilled in every moment of awareness. Something that will take my breath away, or bring me deeper into my breath.

I'd also love a production company as well to support conscious music, film and art because if I'm going to keep predicting the future I might as well do it right. Calling in likeminded investors that are angels, spiritually awakened, and see my creative genuis, vision, while having their own special flavors too.

Thank you for reading, listening, being here and being you. May you feel truly loved, honored, protected, and supported. May you feel at peace inside, no matter what is happening outside. And may you choose best for yourself.

Best of wishes & dreams- witches & warlocks.

LB

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