Memory Transference Upon Death's Doorstep

Memory Transference Upon Death's Doorstep

This past week I went on an unexpected trip to Colorado to visit my beloved aunt Leda as she passed away from cancer. She had been admitted to hospice care as her lungs and body began to fail.

Over a year ago, my aunt was diagnosed with lung cancer which had spread to her bones. 

Upon receiving news that her passing was near, I bought a pricy airline ticket on Sunday night for a Monday morning departure. I landed at the creeptastic illuminati airport in Denver and Ubered myself directly to the hospice. It was jarring to walk into the room and see my aunt in a withered and miserable state. It was in stark contrast to the poised and graceful demeanor that she always proudly and effortlessly embodied. Leda spent her life as a posh SoCal socialite and also played the social leader in our extended family. In the 90's, she assumed the role of coordinator/nexus for all of our large semi-monthly Italian family meals once our grandma began to fade and couldn't cook up her signature dishes like she used to.

After this week I have forgotten what aunt Leda originally looked like—the rate of change and body decomposition has been dramatic and she withered even further between Tuesday and her last moments on Friday. I have been rifling through old footage and media of my sweet aunt.

 Aunt Leda photographed three years ago, sandwiched between two of Alex's sisters. 

Aunt Leda photographed three years ago, sandwiched between two of Alex's sisters. 

This was such an impactful and eventful week that I could write a novel. You can tell that not only are veils thinning all around us, but veils of this consciousness hologram seem to especially thin near death or transitory events.

I could go on and on, but in this post I'll just stick to the metaphysical highlights that we had experienced this week:

The Paranormal "Whoosh" on Thursday Afternoon

 Alex's father pictured (with eyes closed) next to Aunt Leda on Main Street USA at Disneyland in Anaheim.

Alex's father pictured (with eyes closed) next to Aunt Leda on Main Street USA at Disneyland in Anaheim.

 Alex (right) joins his cousin (left) in teaching Aunt Leda the joys of Denver pot nine months ago. 

Alex (right) joins his cousin (left) in teaching Aunt Leda the joys of Denver pot nine months ago. 

My cousin, my father, and I returned to our rental home in order to eat and regroup. During this time, my Aunt's two sons took a shift sitting with my aunt at the hospice.

We three were standing in the kitchen eating Chinese take-out when my cousin and I experienced a fast whoosh and a quick crescendo of choral voices.

Somehow my dad didn't experience it.

I cannot convey how quickly this sensation came and went. It disappeared as soon as it arrived. I count this as one of the most intriguing metaphysical experiences I've ever had. My cousin was in tears and looked at me and said "so you felt that too???"

I asked my cousin if it seemed choral to her as well, and we both agreed that the voices weren't necessarily human (as in it didn't sound like male and female human voices in something like the Mormon Tabernacle Choir), but "choir" is somehow still the best descriptor for what we heard and felt. At that moment we ran to our phones to see if our aunt had passed or something. Nope, she was still alive. We aren't exactly sure who or what "whooshed" to us in such a grand manner.

We theorized that my deceased uncle (my cousin's father, and he was a brother to the aunt who is passing away) may have used this moment to make his presence known. Hopefully he was on standby to receive my aunt.

Telepathic Memory Transference on Thursday Afternoon

We returned to the hospice for another sitting with my aunt. We experienced a kerfuffle in which my aunt began having breathing issues and she wanted to get out of the bed and cough it out. She was delirious and was too weak to stand but damn, this woman still had some spunk and vigor in her and put up a good fight. I had to restrain her from the back while we called for emergency nurse support, lest she sever the catheter or fall onto the floor. Once my aunt became very medicated and returned to passing in and out of consciousness, she regained a regular (yet gurgly) breathing pattern.

I held her hand by her bedside as I attempted to match her breathing tempo. I was in a moment of trying to quietly meditate and connect with her on a non-verbal level. I felt compelled to mentally ask if we could transport ourselves to a pleasant memory involving breath. But I wasn't prepared for what happened next! I feel like I embodied my aunt in a very specific locale in a very specific time. I/we were standing outside the Casino on Catalina Island while some sort of event or soirée was occurring inside. It was just her (or just me? Just we? This is so confusing).

I could feel that I/we were wearing a blue dress with rocking *Murphy Brown-esque* shoulder pads. It must've been the late 80's. It was gorgeously twilight outside and I/we could see the ocean and the marina in Avalon. I/we had a cigarette in hand and—as I matched the tempo of breath with my aunt in the sterile hospice room—I could simultaneously taste the cigarette and feel/smell/taste the salty ocean air fill my lungs.

It was such a quiet "me" moment to which we transported ourselves. It was reflective and serene. It was so immersive and realistic. Looking back, I feel like we were three shards of consciousness inhabiting the same body at that specific moment: 80's Leda, 2018 sickly Leda, and her gay nephew (me) seemed to be inhabiting the same body at the same time experiencing the same pleasant memory.

Transition on Friday Afternoon

My aunt finally passed away. At 4:44 pm (not kidding), she reached her arms up over her head, looked upward, and mumbled something and quickly left her body. We wonder who she was talking to and what she said as she left her vessel.

This felt so cathartic to put in words—thank you for lending your time to read this. I'd love to know if others have experienced any sort of veil-thinning or other unusual events surrounding the passing of a loved one.

My New Radical Faerie Name is “Galaxina Alcyone” and I Can’t Wait to to Tell You Why…

My New Radical Faerie Name is “Galaxina Alcyone” and I Can’t Wait to to Tell You Why…

Friends of Kosmic Kitten may have noted in recent episodes as well as in our list of upcoming LGBTQ events that #RainbowTribe Queers are experiencing a significant moment of cosmic consciousness. 

Many in the esoteric community are reporting that during the March equinox we are seeing energies pummeling the surface realm that humanity inhabits. That, combined with wildly fluctuating space weather, the explosive increase of reported sightings of UFOs, and other sky phenomenon seen in 2018—are all leading up to the concept that the veils around us are thinning at a rapid pace.

We as a human social memory complex are—for want of a better metaphor—coming out of “Airplane Mode” and reconnecting to our spiritual and heretofore unacknowledged innate "WiFi capabilities" so to speak. We are coming online to higher and collective consciousness. We are tethering ourselves down to Mother Gaia as well as hooking ourselves up to the greater Galactic community.

As I have shared in a recent video podcast episode, I was the recipient of a mind-blowing past life reading facilitated by a Native American shamanic practitioner and Lyrian starseed named Alta Dillard. This wise woman walked me through a physical incarnation that I had experienced just prior to when I popped out of my mother’s abdomen via C-section in the early 80’s as the gay male "Alex Liberato" that we all know and love today.

 "Disco Diva" Dorothy Stratten

"Disco Diva" Dorothy Stratten

Alta and I had pieced together that prior to this current life incarnation in which I was named after Alex P. Keaton from Family Ties (True fact! Ask my dad. I basically debuted when the show debuted), my oversoul has—surprisingly—previously incarnated as a murdered Playboy playmate and centerfold model. In her short 20-year lifespan, Dorothy Stratten reached meteoric heights. Harper's Bazaar wrote a heart-wrenching piece about Dorothy’s short and amazing life and her tragic exit from this Earth realm.

The day after I had sat down with Alta in her mystic crystal-laden backroom of the energetically buzzy Earth Odyssey store in New Orleans, I was sitting in an airport lounge in Charlotte awaiting my flight back to Portland. Whilst waiting, I was scouring the Internet for anything related to the Playboy playmate & centerfold model whom I had never previously heard of.

In the weeks that ensued following my cosmic connection to another incarnation of mine, I began to get a sense of how much Dorothy and I could potentially resonate to each other. I even see some slight echoes of physical resemblance in the nose and eye region between us.

So I made a video about my newfound tie to Dorothy. And after I filmed it and edited out all my “uh’s,” hiccups, and exclamations of “fucking goddamn it,” I then scoured YouTube for any additional media I could find about this woman.

Interestingly, Dorothy's tragic tale spawned two made-for-TV movies that I want to watch sometime.

in my second search, I found that my soul-sister from an oversoul mister Dorothy Stratten had starred in a low-budget campy sci-fi comedy flick called Galaxina! 

When I saw this trailer my blood ran cold, my heart sank into my toes, and I ran into our living room like a babbling three-year-old who shat himself.

“Did you get stoned?” asked my fiancé.

I replied to him in a calm, collected, and obviously adult manner: “NO I’M LUCID I’M JUST A HOT MESS IN THE BEST POSSIBLE WAY YOU HAVE TO LOOK AT THIS PULL IT UP ON THE TV!!!”

“Oh my god,” replied my other half, “it’s like you wrote this!”


“Sweetie bring it down a notch, the neighbors can hear you.”

My man is infinitely patient with the cosmic Starseed self that I am evolving into.

The Intersection of Multidimensionality and Gay Reparative Therapy

Now let’s flash forward to March, 2018. The Universe aligned in such a way that a good friend of mine whom I had grown to know in Provo had just recently moved to Oregon. We decided to catch up at Raven & Rose in downtown Portland.


Our shared commonality as friends is not simply that we are both gay males who lived in the same town in Utah at the same time. Back then, my friend and I had decided to earn Mormon extra credit by enrolling in reparative therapy in order to cure ourselves of our scintillatingly shameful Homosexxxy tendencies.

Spoiler alert: the results of our gay reparative therapy, obviously, were not successful. We both eventually had to recover from this organizational abuse and go on to forge our own individual lifetimes of Out N’ Proud gay pride.

It was beautiful to catch up with my friend. The last time we were in the same room together, it was over a decade ago and we were in a reparative therapy session in Provo. Our group of broken male souls were seated in a circle in some small clinical room with harsh fluorescent lighting.

I stood up after an especially soul-wrenching reparative session in which we were all participating. I made up some excuse that I had to go to the restroom.

That's the last time I saw this friend of mine. I deuced out. I ghosted this poor soul and left him high and dry.

I went into a toilet stall and I cried (which I NEVER do, so it looks like squinty diarrhea of my face any time I cry). I composed myself, then said “fuck this shit” (I probably REALLY said “Golly I’m not so into this after all, jiminy jillickers”) and I then proceeded to beeline straight to my Ford Focus in the parking lot. I sat for another minute before I decided on a whim to drive 50 miles northward to see the Salt Lake City LDS Temple.

I couldn't think of anywhere else to go. Perhaps I could walk the grounds to reflect and pray!

Welp, when I got to the Temple after I ghosted my fellow closet-case and friend (by the way, they all thought I was still in the bathroom crying for an hour), I parked my car and walked up to the grounds of Temple Square. It was dusk as I approached the entrance. Two security guards proceeded to close the gates in my face and said “sorry, we’re closing for the night.”

Mormon Jesus has a fucking sense of humor, that one.

After I was rejected from the Temple grounds, I returned to my college apartment in Provo to reflect som emore. That night, I came out of the closet. Only to myself though. Not at school of course, because college expulsion was on the table and a very real threat to my future. Expulsion & a campus arrest came later, but that incident is worthy of its own post.

My reparative therapy friend was the last human with whom I talked and interacted before I made the conscious decision to come out to myself as a gay man. Somehow that seems significant to me.

Flash forward to Raven & Rose: I felt that it was so wild to be in the same room with this cosmic and conscious gay friend again. When one awakens and begins to embody multidimensional consciousness, one quickly becomes amenable to the idea that timelines can split and bifurcate. My friend and I were poster models for two totally different life trajectories. Two separate lifestyles. In adulthood, I had assumed a reserved, corporate persona like the good lil' Mormon boy that I was raised to be. Growing up religious and then becoming an unabashed atheist, I had assumed that any talk of spirituality or connection to an unseen energy or force was—pardon my parlance—utter bullpucky. 

My friend, however, gaily sashayed into his role of embodying the spiritual giant that he always knew he could be. During our time apart, my friend would commit himself to journeying, self-discovery and reflection whilst I was probably shopping at Nordstrom and gossiping with corporate associates at rooftop cocktail bars in the Pacific Northwest.

Needless to say that once I underwent an accidental Kundalini energy awakening and began a journey of cosmic consciousness, I had to make up for a lot of lost time. Only since having moved to Portland from Seattle have I even deigned to lend an ear to the esoteric.

It's been quite the ride.

Let’s Get to Our Delicious Radical Faeries

Radical Faeries have been permeating my consciousness since my closeted BYU days. When I was a Junior, there was an underground group of Mormon queers that went by a certain code word that I shan’t divulge because I’m not exactly sure if it’s still in use and I don’t want to endanger any BYU LGBTQ closet-cases.

Back then, we would meet on a weekly or bi-weekly basis to chat, watch movies, or do whatever. Once in awhile this event would be structured in such a way that there would be a presentation or some form of art-sharing. This ragtag group was administered by an ex-Mormon college graduate and his boyfriend.

By this point in my journey into my flagrant faggotry, I had acquired a great BFF *and* beard all wrapped up in one. She is what is known as a Lipstick Lesbian, meaning that she embodied cis cultural identifiers such as feminine dress and mannerisms. To our classmates and apartment complex, she was my "girlfriend." In reality, she was simply my best friend and sister. It was the ultimate arrangement! (Side note - during our time together she had at least two people pull her aside and ask her "do you think your boyfriend might be a bit gay?" Needless to say she was much more 'passable' than I.)

She and I, as well as a gaggle of curious queers who rotated based on who was peeking out of the closet and who was running back into said closet, would all carpool up to Salt Lake in order to attend this underground secret LGBTQ gathering. 

At one of these events, the group leader proudly introduced a representative from a group called the Radical Faeries. A man from the RadFaes was in town and this was an opportunity for him to share a bit of history about this storied gay organization. Before the introduction I thought he seemed kind of cute. Let's just say that I LUVZ ME a hairy, bearded, salt-and-pepper seasoned gentleman who's a bit rough around the edges.

  Groundswell Institute  published an image of an old school radical faerie beltane.

Groundswell Institute published an image of an old school radical faerie beltane.

After he was introduced and began to speak, it only took me 4.5 seconds to quickly put up my defenses and shields. I quickly found his rapport, his clothing, his manner of speech to be so incredibly off-putting. He was male-embodied Genderfuck in the best possible way, yet in that moment I was freaking out because he wasn’t adhering to traditional hetero cultural identifiers. During his presentation, he discussed how Radical Faeries frequently gather to commune, to share heart circles, to participate in estatic dance, to perform healing ceremonies, and to even ceremoniously dance around a Maypole in a gay and unabashed manner.

Sounds amazing right??

Not to 21-year-old Alex P. Keaton Liberato, it didn’t.

My smarter and world-savvy lezzzzbian "lover" thought that this presentation was the shit and was eating it up and asking for seconds. She was enraptured. Frankly, I was not having any of this. All of it was just too subversively gay for my tastes. With the mindset I embodied during that moment, LGBTQ concepts such as dressing in drag or being unabashedly queer were simply out of the question. How would we ever get equal rights or gain acceptance in the eyes of our fellow people (read: uptight Mormons) if we were to embody scandalous cultural identifiers?!


Fall in line!

Put on a pair of trousers for god's sake!

It took me over a decade to realize that genderfuck cutie in that SLC living room who extolled the virtues of the Radical Faeries movement really had the answers all along! I was the one who needed to grow, to evolve.

Many years later I become re-acquainted with the Radical Faeries in the Portland area. I came to realize that there is something wonderful about the RadFae mindset. There is an emphasis on listening to one's inner-self and allowing one's oversoul to embody itself via one's outer-self.

These liberated queens somehow got the memo long before I did.

A wise sage named RuPaul said it best: “We’re all born naked and the rest is drag.”

One beautiful aspect of the Radical Faerie movement is that one gets to choose their own “Faerie” name. I used to be allergic to this concept because it struck too close to how, when inducted into cultish Masonic Mormon rituals and rites at the Temple, a new initiate is always given a special ceremonial name that they are meant to utter at the gates of Mormon heaven upon their death. It is a silly and cultish ritual.


Full disclosure: my Mormon temple name is Josiah. Today I sometimes utilize this name as something that baristas write down when fulfilling my coffee order at the Sea-Tac airport Starbucks.

I'm cheeky like that.

Years after my temple initiation, when I retired some of my unconscious Mormon programming, I was still allergic to the idea of donning a chosen RadFae name because I felt that my birth name that I was already given is still hella cool! Alex = Defender of Man. Liberato = Freed or Freedman (Italian).

That name relates really well to the movement of consciousness liberation and galactic re-connectivity, doesn’t it? Why overwrite it?

Well much like how an LGBTQ person can create their chosen family that complements (or in some extreme cases, replaces) their birth/adopted family, similarly that is how it works for someone donning upon themselves a chosen identity, persona, or alias in the Radical Faerie community.

Choosing a name can almost be compared to the act of choosing a preferred gender pronoun.

So with all that, I am happy to share my new Radical Faerie name:

Galaxina Alcyone

  • Galaxina honors the low-budget movie starring Dorothy Stratten, my alternate incarnation. It also alludes to the cheeky sense of subversive humor that I tend to hungrily gobble and to which I gravitate. Dorothy didn’t have a chance to fully bloom into the witty and intelligent personality that you can see glimmers of in old footage, which is tragic. I feel that her incarnation could be best summed up by that oft-seen derisive phrase used by Reddit trolls: “Tits or GTFO.” She quite literally rocketed to the top of group consciousness by way of pop culture stardom and quickly experienced a tragic exit. I believe that I have returned to this Earth plane in order to have another incarnational go-around, but this time it will be on my own terms, and I will unabashedly embody my true self and speak from my throat chakra.
  • Alcyone is the star from which I originate. By “I” I mean the oversoul or gestalt consciousness which is embodied currently as Alex, which was previously embodied as Dorothy, which was also anciently embodied as Jewish historian Flavius Josephus—as well as a myriad of other quirky characters on this dysfunctional Earth between the mythical period of Atlantis and the modern day. 
 Pleiadian, bitch.

Pleiadian, bitch.

I and other like-minded kittens are warming up to the idea that humanity possesses ties and tethers to the cosmos that we don’t currently fully understand. We are waking up to the idea that human history and the story of Gaia is longer and richer than just the bullshit story of “6,000 years ago Jesus made Earth and that’s it... fuck you don’t ask questions.”

I mean look around you! There exist ancient imprints of criss-crossing street grids that one can discern lying at the bottom of the Atlantic ocean via satellite imagery. There are ancient pyramids and other sacred geometry edifices and structures dotted at peculiar points on our globe. There are giant inexplicable monuments and pyramids found in frozen and “uninhabitable” Antarctica. 

There might be a lot more happening in our Earth, on our Earth, and over our Earth than we have been led to believe.

Humans are an angelic species, and we are barely learning to reconnect and to communicate with the “oneness” that is every one and every thing that we can see, touch, taste, perceive, stomp, fuck, talk to, pass by, etc., etc.

Humans are inherently magical creatures. Yet we have forgotten this fact because we walk around in this turd-encrusted livestock pen known as Third Density. However, I believe that a significant paradigm shift is imminent and that we are on the cusp of reconnection to the broader Galactic community.

 Wikimedia Commons

Wikimedia Commons

To bring this post closer to home (Earth), I want to close with a note of honor and immense gratitude for the members of the Radical Faerie movement. While the rest of us were walking around as unconscious zombies, these energetically high vibrational kittens were cast to the periphery of accepted society, and relished every moment of their outsider status. They could have, or perhaps should have, fizzled or flamed out into obscurity. Liberated faggot pioneers relegated to a dusty footnote.

Instead, these kittens have carried on strong over many decades. These male-bodied delicious weirdos assumed a mantel of high energy and frequency embodiment. They gaily walked multitudinous Pride parades while Christian onlookers spat and jeered and the rest of us closet queers were too scared to be seen too close to the parade route. They reclaimed scandalous words like “fuck” and “fag.”

They not only proudly donned the metaphoric Scarlet Letter that society affixed to their chests, they went so far as to actually repurpose these fabric shame-marks into a fuckin’ gorgeous and desirous fashion statement. There is a subversive frequency that RadFaes emanate in their auras. Something along the lines of "I'm me. Got a problem? Fuck you."

It's beautiful.

A typical Radical Faerie's throat chakra, much like an illustrated man's crotch penciled in an erotic Tom of Finland sketch, appear to flagrantly and proudly bulge outward and upward in eye-popping way.

As a man who feels that he has taken far too long to give himself permission to stand in and assume his voice, I marvel at the embodiment and soul-purpose of members of the Radical Faerie movement.

I love you, Faeries. 

Is it too late for me to be counted amongst your kind?

Are Mormons Capable of Cosmic Consciousness?

Are Mormons Capable of Cosmic Consciousness?

Gaia and the meat-suited humans inhabiting its environs are evolving into a reality framework that is much bigger, more timeless, and much more intertwined than anyone previously imagined. As this process continues, we are going to find that sleepwalking humans will snap out of their slumber in a shocking, whiplash-like manner. I maintain that there are populations of waiting-to-be-awakened souls who will have an easier time transitioning to this new Earth than others. And I count many Mormons among those ranks.

As an ex-Mormon myself, I can only promise another cosmically awakening Mormon a long road of inner-work, shadow work, and and parasitism and/or programming removal. It’s a road worth traveling toward higher and lighter consciousness, but a long road nonetheless.

This is a very long but worthwhile post. Click the headline to read more. 

"Unconditional Business" - Doing Business on New Earth

"Unconditional Business" - Doing Business on New Earth

I want to share a channeled message that I came across today on my lunch hour that resonates with me very strongly. And it's about something that has been traditionally perceived as being low-vibration.

It relates to the concept of "business." Business certainly has a deservedly poor reputation amongst the awakened, hasn’t it? I mean think about it. Business is perceived as dirty. Business is lopsided. Business funnels abundance and affluence directly to the tippy top of the privilege pyramid. The current currency that we use as our primary means of exchange is completely based on the debt enslavement system of Babylonian times. This is all pretty icky, right?


Well, why does it have to be? Why can’t there be a paradigm shift? At its core, the basic concept is that business is supposed serve as a means for the connection, exchange, and flow of resources, goods, ideas, and innovations. And from what I understand, we are coming close to experiencing a fabulously ferocious cosmic sneeze that will dissolve veils around us and re-connect us with our solar system and our broader galactic family.

If humanity is to undergo an evolutionary leap from old Third Density to new Fifth Density, and it is meant to be done in a soft, least-disruptive manner in the co-creative hologram in which we collectively find ourselves, then I could definitely see us collectively agreeing to apply new frameworks to (currently broken) systems of exchange and collaboration with which we have a familiarity.

So finally, we have a channeling meant to resonate with boring 9-5 corporatists such as myself! Maybe it has something to do with the fact that no matter how far I think I am on my consciousness awakening journey, I’m still somehow the walking personification of Alex P. Keaton from Family Ties.

But enough about that, let's get to the good stuff in this channeled message!

Cosmic channeler Vera Ingeborg writes:

A big part of the creation of New Earth is how businesses will be run and will be operating in the future. The energetic New Earth templates are created based on trust and unconditional love. This has a large impact on the business world….

Unconditional business automatically always leads to a win-win for everyone as everyone commits and takes responsibility for their part. Win-win can mean anything, money is just one part in it. There are many other forms of abundance to be appreciated. Connections to amazing people, new experiences, new inspiration, new growth opportunities personally and collectively, etc.

I cannot help but think that would make sense for newly liberated Earth humans (AKA Gaians) to grow into their fullest and best selves by way of investing their time, resources, and energy into their betterment. All of the distortions of gaming, scheming, and trickery can been removed from business if fear consciousness and separation consciousness have fallen out of fashion after this cosmic liberation event.

Catch the full channeled message here:

Automatic Writing Session: Fashionableness of Galactic Citizenry

Automatic Writing Session: Fashionableness of Galactic Citizenry

Greetings blessed members of our star tribe, I welcome you to my small personal vortex of light and cosmic consciousness on this day. I am a Pleiadian council member. I bring to this space a short missive from my higher self today. It is my hope that it finds its way to the eyes and ears of anyone who finds this message to be resonant.

I would like to share a quick thought about our next steps here in 2018, which include the act of “coming out of the Cosmic Closet.” We beings communicating on this Facebook forum are being called to be forerunners and way showers to the co-creative consciousness that currently inhabits the surface realm of Mother Gaia, also known as Earth.

You may have noticed that there is an uptick or a resurgence of science fiction works and stories happening in movies, on television, and in written media. The co-creative consciousness is manifesting—by way of mainstream media—an unconscious yearning to return to our status of galactic citizenry.

If you are listening to this message, then it is likely that you may have already awoken in this shared waking dream that we all inhabit. When you go out into public or interact with friends, family or coworkers, you will likely notice that the vast majority of humanity still remains in slumber.

It is incumbent upon us as the awakened, incumbent on those who feel a star lineage that originates elsewhere from Mother Gaia, to serve as emissaries and way showers for the groggy sleepers who are about to soon awaken. 

Words, thoughts, and actions manifest the world we want to inhabit. For far too long, the traumas of humanity, the regrets, shame, maliciousness and other low-frequency expressions of communication and connection have been prevalent and at the forefront of co-creative expression. It is time for a new expression to supplant low-vibratory, non-edifying words, thoughts, and deeds. 

Humans inhabiting the surface realm of Mother Gaia make up one of the last collectives that will “upgrade” or “level up” in the holographic expression of the galaxy. Many of the impediments to our ascension have been removed. But unless our collective begins to declare the intention and desire to rejoin the broader galactic community, we may continue to remain in this limbo area.

One way we can go about setting a new intention and steering the co-creative consciousness to a cosmic paradigm shift is to begin articulating the concept of Earth being home to a galactic society. It is incumbent upon us to declare galactic citizenry as fashionable and desirable. There is no reason why we need to sit on the periphery of mainstream human society. Humans have been conditioned to respond to manipulative triggers such as (but not limited to) fashion trends, gurus, thought-leaders, and 

Utilize the communicatory tools at your disposal in your exterior holographic reality to formulate and articulate messages about cosmic consciousness that will resonate with your particular demographic. We on this forum constitute a wide variety of humans—we are many different ethnicities, sexualities, genders, gender expressions, and cultures. Bring these lofty and etheric concepts down to “grounded” level using cultural identifiers that resonate with your friends and followers.

Lightworkers, forerunners, wayshowers have become too complacent in sitting on the periphery of mainstream society. For far too long, we have accepted the exterior world’s definition of what we think and who we are. Up until 2018, we have gladly swallowed society’s indictment of us—that we are silly, or that we are crazy. Neither is the case. 

Let us emerge from the “Cosmic Closet” together. Let us express and articulate our higher selves in visual, written, and auditory ways that will resonate with those that share lives with us.

This message comes through my higher self. I leave you in light and love of our infinite creator and source. And so it is. Thank you.

Someone asked: "Do my spirit guides watch me j**k off?"

Someone asked: "Do my spirit guides watch me j**k off?"

By Alex

As our human co-creative consciousness nears a significant paradigm shift, those who are awakened are starting to realize the inherent divinity and "oneness" that permeates our shared realm. If you are esoterically or cosmically curious, then it is likely that incongruieties and questions relating to both oneness and privacy are entering your consciousness.

You can see conversations related to this gurgling up on many online forums, such as Facebook groups or forums on Reddit. A few days ago, one anonymous Reddit user visiting an esoteric forum posed this question: "Do my spirit guides watch me jack off? The paranoia is too much." I am not exactly sure if this user's query was floated because of their genuine curiosity, or if this Reddit user was acting in a troll-like manner and wanted to fill the role of provocateur.

In any case, I found it to be a perfectly valid question so I jumped into the conversational fray:

Do spirit guides watch us get nasty with ourselves? Or otherwise look in on other "private" moments? I postulated that:

It is such a natural human expression that I doubt you're raising any eyebrows even if your spirit guides are peeking in. Also—all other individualized shards and facets of life are all basically you at the end of the day (the great I AM).

So basically it's just you watching you when you really boil it down.

As the conversation progressed, a second Reddit user asked me:

How do you deal with knowing that all everything you? or us? there's one supreme consciousness experiencing life through human eyes, animal eyes, plant life. it's just experiencing itself and we've come to this realization one way or another. i feel so connected to people and when i look in their eyes all i see is me. i know it freaks people out at times the way i look at them, through their ego, and i know that i'm hiding in there.

i feel like i'm in on this big secret that i want to tell them so bad but i know that they're not ready for it. or they'll assume i'm crazy. i've seen youtube clips of gurus saying to not worry about it. to keep the realization to yourself and go about your life. but deep down i wonder how else the rest of "me" will wake up without someone trying to help them?

To which I replied...

Somehow I don't find the thought of being one being with many many masks or "game characters" or "play characters" to be disconcerting. When I first came to the realization I was like "whoa trippy" instead of feeling tinges of fear. It makes sense to me that if consciousness were trying to get to know itself, it would complexify to such a degree that it would spark individuated consciousness and would create situations, scenarios, and game locations for itself to get to know itself.

It can be frustrating sometimes to walk around with this realization, but currently we are unable to easily convey such a simple and unifying truth to the sleepwalkers who interact with and around us day-to-day. I feel that as surface humanity starts to drop some of the artificial veils around us, we are going to realize that our brains are connected to "wi-fi" (so to speak) and that we can communicate abstract concepts and complex thought-forms via non-distorted, non-verbal communication like telepathy.

And as someone who had to go around being a Mormon missionary in South America for two years (Mormonism is not my jam and hasn't been for 10+ years), I understand the desire to "evangelize," or to proactively help our sleepwalking brothers and sisters wake up. However I'm coming to the realization that evangelism might not be the way to go. Maybe the answer is "embodiment." Kind of like wearing a fabulous new purse or pair of shoes. Instead of standing outside a storefront window and saying "GOD AREN'T THOSE SHOES PRETTY?" We instead strut around our day-to-day in those kickass shoes and let those whose interest are piqued in on the secret.

2018 seems like it's shaping up to be a very significant year--for example just in the past 10 days I've made new cosmic friends and acquaintances in my town and online. I feel like we're all getting teed up for a major paradigm shift. Awakening kittens like you and me and others on this forum are going to be ready to do our pre-choreographed (yet forgotten) song and dance soon. And those who are sleepwalking are either going to get up to speed rather quickly--and possibly those who just aren't ready to "level-up" in this video game are going to log out and go finish up third density incarnation experiences elsewhere.

Adam Apollo Introduces Concept of Universal Fractal Scaling Laws

Adam Apollo Introduces Concept of Universal Fractal Scaling Laws

Are you in the mood to bend your mind into a cosmic pretzel?

Well you’ve hit the right blog post. We just came across the works of a man who goes by Adam Apollo Walsh. He recently provided a workshop to introduce his research. Adam created visual expressions of this understanding, integrating and explaining the Unified Harmonic Matrix through a description of what might be called the Ray of Creation, numerological progressions, and Sacred Geometry, as well as providing a foundation to understanding the holographic theorem and unified field theories in Physics.

On his website, Adam Apollo writes:

The Unified Harmonic Dimensional Matrix emerged from a series of visions that vividly reflected the interconnectedness of all things on all levels of existence. In these visions, I witnessed a single Eye connected through layers and layers of systems, becoming an entire Body. The Body was just one part of the land around it, woven through food, water, and Sun into the fabric of life. This fabric forms whole Continents, and each Continent in turn weaves together to form the whole Earth.
I witnessed the Earth in an interwoven dance with the Moon and other planets around the Sun, and the Sun in turn flowing in sync with other stars around the Milky Way Galaxy. The Galaxy itself is traveling in a web with other Galaxies that form our Virgo Galactic Cluster, and that cluster dances with countless others across the expanding Universe.
The Universe I saw, is one of many Universes, forming threads of energy that weave through a fractaline Infinitiverse, those threads becoming geometric structures that eventually form even larger toroidal flows that connect in spherical coherence.

Adam Apollo’s web resource will keep you entrained for hours. He provides an infographic that claims to show the underlying thread that connects everything, using sacred geometric patterns. This specific infographic also focuses on the same patterns that are also seen within, and related to, the 7 Chakra system (also referred to as Bioenergetic systems):

Additionally, Adam provided a full presentation of his theory, which we have embedded below:

NPR: A Physicist Explains Why Parallel Universes May Exist

NPR: A Physicist Explains Why Parallel Universes May Exist


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Our universe might be really, really big — but finite. Or it might be infinitely big.

Both cases, says physicist Brian Greene, are possibilities, but if the latter is true, so is another posit: There are only so many ways matter can arrange itself within that infinite universe. Eventually, matter has to repeat itself and arrange itself in similar ways. So if the universe is infinitely large, it is also home to infinite parallel universes.

Does that sound confusing? Try this:

Think of the universe like a deck of cards.

Is this a tiny preview of disclosure? Turns out the Pyramid's core is hollow!

Is this a tiny preview of disclosure? Turns out the Pyramid's core is hollow!

(NOVEMBER 2, 2017 - Published in National Geographic by Michael Greshko)

Egypt’s Great Pyramid of Giza—one of the wonders of the ancient world, and a dazzling feat of architectural genius—contains a hidden void at least a hundred feet long, scientists announced on Thursday.

The space’s dimensions resemble those of the pyramid’s Grand Gallery, the 153-foot-long, 26-foot-tall corridor that leads to the burial chamber of Khufu, the pharaoh for whom the pyramid was built.

However, it remains unclear what lies within the space, what purpose it served, or if it’s one or multiple spaces.

Click to read the article.



Scientists Discover Biophotons In The Brain That Could Hint Our Consciousness is Directly Linked to Light!

Scientists Discover Biophotons In The Brain That Could Hint Our Consciousness is Directly Linked to Light!


Scientists found that neurons in mammalian brains were capable of producing photons of light, or “Biophotons”!

The photons, strangely enough, appear within the visible spectrum. They range from near-infrared through violet, or between 200 and 1,300 nanometers.

Scientists have an exciting suspicion that our brain’s neurons might be able to communicate through light. They suspect that our brain might have optical communication channels, but they have no idea what could be communicated.

Video: Nassim Haramein presents "The Connected Universe" at TEDxUCSD

Video: Nassim Haramein presents "The Connected Universe" at TEDxUCSD

There is a video that I love watching from time to time. I like it because it is a succinct yet succulently short introduction to a holofractal thought-form or idea of how the Universe we inhabit is possibly constructed. 

Who's speaking?

Nassim Haramein is a physicist, public speaker, inventor, educator, and the Director of Research at The Resonance Project Foundation, a non-profit dedicated to delivering knowledge and technology to the world.

Through nearly 30 years of research in physics and writing multiple papers, Haramein has come to a deep understanding of the underlying mechanics of our universe, using his equations and theory to calculate the most accurate prediction of the charge radius of the proton to date.


Bringing in evidence from fundamental physical principles and leading research, he is able to show that we live in a connected universe with an inherent feedback network in the structure of space, which has led to pioneering insights in our interpretation of cosmological, quantum, and biological scale systems.

Micheila Sheldan: "A Return to Source"

Micheila Sheldan: "A Return to Source"

I've been getting really into the work of a Detroit-based esoteric channeler whose name is Micheila Sheldan. I feel like her voice is authentically channeled from elsewhere, but she lacks what I would term the "theatrics" of some more showy "channelers." Just gimme the nitty gritty of this holographic realm, thank you very much!

The video below is a live lecture and demonstration that was given on August 19, 2017. Micheila Sheldan channeled a variety of beings and collectives including the 8th Dimensional Arcturians, the Pleiadian Collective, and Mary Magdalene. The Arcturians step forward to give the audience detailed information about the human structure, as well as that of the Reptilian consciousness.

The audience then learned how our bodies adjust to planetary transitions and operate in sacred geometric patterns. The history behind free will is discussed and the Reptilian collective is explained in a new light. We come to an understanding of their history, why they came to earth, how their operating system works and the significance behind the August 2017 solar eclipse in relationship to a reversal of their timelines.

Check it out:

Is Jim Carrey Cosmically Conscious?

Is Jim Carrey Cosmically Conscious?

Last week, famous comedian Jim Carrey gave an interview that—depending on your frequency, perception, or vibration—was either mind-blowing or completely incomprehensible. Watch the embedded video! At first it sounds like Jim is being deliberately obtuse, but once he dropped the word "tetrahedron" we knew hat he was alluding to bigger things related to our shared co-creative reality and our place in it.

So is Jim Carrey cosmically conscious? It certainly sounds like he is! Says he in a follow-up interview at The Wrap:

"You suddenly have this separation and go, “Who’s Jim Carrey? Oh, he doesn’t exist actually,” Carrey said. “There’s just a relative manifestation of consciousness appearing, and someone gave him a name, a religion, a nationality, and he clustered those together into something that’s supposed to be a personality, and it doesn’t actually exist. None of that stuff, if you drill down, is real.”

Check out what else Jim thinks! Read the follow-up interview at this link.

Haters can be be sassy on YouTube

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Hello kittens! The verdict is in. Brielle is "too pretty" and Alex is "too stupid" to talk about consciousness. Shut 'ER down, we're done!

OK we're just kidding. We've had nothing but enthusiastic support and encouragement for us shifting our discussions from that of cannabis to cosmic consciousness. Of course, cannabis still factors in our experience in this holographic realm (mainly for Alex). 

Honestly we're not that insulted by some random YouTube jabbing. It's par for the course when one is opening up a discussion of a controversial topic--namely related to our perception of reality and our place within it. We are still going to keep the conversation going, and we are excited that a small pride of cosmically conscious kittens are flocking together and anchoring the light in this Gaia realm.

With light and love...
Brielle n' Alex (toots)

Message from Arcturians Regarding Gaia Changes, Hurricanes, Upheaval. Oh, and Love.

Message from Arcturians Regarding Gaia Changes, Hurricanes, Upheaval. Oh, and Love.

I came across this channel message from the Arcturians today, and it seems timely given the major weather upheavals the Americas are experiencing. Gaia's gettin' grumbly as it sets its trajectory for ascension. And we individualized slivers of separation consciousness encased in human bipedal form are along for the ride! Check out this excerpt from Marilyn Raffaele's message:

 "Gaia is ascending along with all who are prepared for the shift into higher dimensional energy that has begun. Gaia is a living soul, consciousness, who has lovingly served all upon her with gifts of beauty, abundance, and love. Because much of mankind continues to consider Gaia to be simply dirt, with resources to be misused and abused for personal gain, she has chosen and is ready to make her own ascension."

 "Fires and floods are some of the ways Gaia has of clearing many layers of old dense energy reflective of spiritual ignorance. She has carried them for eons and is choosing to release them. She, as well as all upon her, cannot carry old and dense energy into that which is higher and lighter, thus the need for the releasing and clearing of cellular memory so many are experiencing at this time."

Here's another interesting quote. "Doom and gloom" from the Mainstream Media aside... perhaps these major events are subconscious manifestations on behalf of communities to draw nearer and closer to each other:

 "Some (not everyone) presently suffering from great loss lived from a sense of separation believing themselves to be better than, less than, more evolved, more worthy, etc. than everyone around them. To suddenly find themselves in the same situation as those they felt superior or inferior to, is providing profound attitude adjustments and spiritual growth for those who would not of otherwise been receptive to ideas of connection and oneness."

Click here to read the message in its entirety at Golden Age of Gaia.

Do we live in a holofractal universe?

Do we live in a holofractal universe?

There is a wonderful video called "Black Whole" which postulates that there is scientific proof that our human collective is one/singular. This piece discusses the work of physicist Nassim Haramein, as well as provides insight into the structure of space-time and a new coherent model of the universe. Using the sacred geometry and codes in ancient monuments and documents, the film presents a new look at the reality of which we live. Check out the video here:

Simply put: each proton contains the information of all protons holographically. The surface planck spheres in the proton are terminations of wormholes (Einstein rosen bridges) that connect all proton's surfaces, allowing instantaneous information transfer through the vacuum of space - creating a universal holographic network in which each piece or node contains the entire picture. This explains quantum entanglement - it's a shadow of this holographic network.

This allows for a continually evolving and learning universe across scales.

That Insane German Cosmic Historic Space Battle You’ve Never Heard About

That Insane German Cosmic Historic Space Battle You’ve Never Heard About

Dateline: 1561. The place? Nuremberg, Germany.

Confused citizens in Middle age Europe reported strange UFOs battling over the skies of their quaint, German town. We only know about this today because those events were chronicled in the local newspaper "the Gazette" of the Town of Nuremberg. Check out what it looked like!

This was the first time such events were recorded in public records and makes an eerily compelling arguments for the legitimacy of "Ancient Aliens."

Early risers that fateful morning 500+ years ago awoke to the sight of thousands of crosses, globes, spherical objects and rods flying in the skies above the city. This “very frightful spectacle” lasted hours. Two seemingly opposing factions began battling against one another over the town. The globes and rods that apparently had won the battle were reported to have flown into the sun, while the UFOs that were defeated crashed into the Earth into pillars of smoke.  

The events are extremely remarkable in that they seem to describe a technologically advanced battle between two factions at war. One wonders what those two factions could've been. Probably not of Earth origins. Although some ancient alien-enthusastic pundits postulate that advanced remnants of ancient civilizations live underground. But hey whaddawe know? 

What is interesting is that those reporting on this fantastically cosmic event, which was said to be “witnessed by numerous men and women” by the Gazette, do a fantastic job of accurately describing these unidentified flying objects in objective detail whilst not possessing an understanding of the physics of flight. Their understanding of flight and technology was rudimentary at best.

They did a good job of articulating what they saw, considering that no one was talking about flight at that time. Well I guess back in 1485 Leonardo da Vinci began to study the flight of birds and later cooked up an ornithopter and balloon/dirigible concept. And then we guess prior to that there was Roger Bacon writing in 1260 about possible technological means of flight. But still, "pew pew sky battles" was likely a concept foreign to medieval peasants, would you agree?

OK we have a new episode to record, so go read more speculation about this 1561 celestial phenomenon over at Wikipedia.


Peacocks are cosmically fabulous—here's why

Peacocks are cosmically fabulous—here's why

In Greco-Roman mythology the peacock is identified with Hera (Juno) who created the peacock from Argus whose hundred eyes (seen on thetail feathersof the peacock) symbolize the vault of heaven and theeyesof the stars.

In Hinduism the peacock is associated with Lakshmi who is a deity representing benevolence, patience, kindness, compassion and good luck.

Similar to Lakshmi, the peacock is associated with Kwan-yin in Asian spirituality. Kwan-yin (or Quan Yin) is also an emblem of love, compassionate watchfulness, good-will, nurturing, and kind-heartedness. Legend says she chose to remain a mortal even though she could be immortal because she wished to stay behind and aid humanity in their spiritual evolution.

Themes of renewal are also linked to alchemical traditions, as many schools of thought compare the resurrecting phoenix to the modern-day peacock. Along these lines, the peacock is a colorful symbol of transformation. Like the phoenix, the alchemy peacock can remind us that we can rise out of our darkest moments. It's a metaphor that speaks about dying to the ego-self, and being reborn into a new life of awareness, spirituality and illumination.