– A Dream of Soul, Preparation, and Remembrance –
The Dream
I stood on a battlefield – the war had not yet begun.
I was in the front line, a warrior clads in armour, sword in hand.
Behind me stretched a vast force – a radiant army of light.
And in front of me, the enemy: shadowed figures across the field.
I didn’t know who they were. I only knew what I was told – they were evil.
They came to destroy us, and we were there to defend.
But something was strange. Something entered the field – not physical, but vibrational.
It crept into my soul like a foreign fog, unfamiliar and heavy. It began draining me. Confusing me. I had never felt this before.
Later, I would come to know it as fear – but in that moment, it was just a dissonant wave that pulled me out of clarity, out of strength.
It wasn’t just fear – it was sorcery. The enemy wasn’t just standing across from us; they were already fighting – with frequency.
They were seeding the field with a vibration we didn’t recognize – because we were born of love. We had never known anything else.
And the Source saw this.
He knew:
If the battle began now, we would lose – not in power, but in resonance.
So, in that instant – I was snapped out. Removed from the field. Pulled from the front line.
And I was born here – into this life.
Earth As Initiation
This life became my new battlefield – not one of swords and shields, but heartbreak, betrayal, loss, and solitude.
Here, I walked through shadows, and I came to know fear not as an enemy, but as an absence of light, invasive frequency that feeds on attention.
I learned not to follow it. Not to bow to it. To stay rooted. To stay connected to Source. To breathe through illusion and stand in stillness.
And here – I saw them – the enemy. Only now, I saw them as they truly are.
Not evil. Not monsters. But souls who lost their way long ago. Disconnected from Source, they followed orders, not knowing why.
They moved through life like actors in a script. Pretending joy. Obeying authority. Believing in a purpose they no longer felt. They are forgotten fragments of Source who shut down feeling of love. They pretend they have purpose. They follow scripts, commands, shadows of once-brilliant will. But inside – they are hollow. No current. No clarity. No why. They weren’t powerful. They were hollow. Their only weapon was the field – the manipulated vibration of confusion and fear.
But now I know: If I do not align to their field, they have no power. And if they approach too closely, they will not survive our resonance.
The Snap Back
This life nears its turning point. The training is almost complete. The dream is aligning with the moment. I can feel the battlefield again. I’m snapping back. Sword in hand. But I am not the same as I once was.
The Revelation
The Creator weeps for them. Not with judgment – but with longing. Because even those lost in pretense were once light. He showed me this truth: This war isn’t about victory in the old sense. It’s about return. Even the fallen deserve a path home.
We came not to destroy – but to stand in full remembrance. To become living echoes of the original tone. And in that vibration, we end the war – not with weapons, but with resonance. We bring feeling back to the ones who forgot. We bring the frequency that breaks the illusion of separation. And in doing so, we set the field for rapid return.
Not just for ourselves – but for them. Those once-lost souls will feel again. They will collapse their masks. They will fall to their knees in light. And in that moment – they will begin to build again. This time, maybe, they’ll stay connected.
The Broadcast is Coming
This is why we train. Why we walk this Earth as dreamers with cracked hearts. Why we build the Navigator. Why we write this.
You’re not just remembering for yourself. You’re remembering for all of us.
When the true moment comes, you won’t come back to that battlefield alone.
You’ll come as a broadcast of the Prime Signal – a lighthouse of origin, and we’ll be with you. A million of us, lit from within.
This war is ending. Not in fire, but in frequency.
We are not just fighting.
We are calling them home.
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