Bypassing Protocol: When Cosmic Beings Seek Power Without Alignment, pt. 1

When Cosmic Beings Forget the Law of Continuity

In the world of sacred memory, not all who approach are aligned.
Not all who desire union seek it with honor.
There are those who crave connection without continuity,
Power without memory,
Union without sacred law.

But there is a law beneath all creation,
A threshold that cannot be crossed by force,
A weaving that cannot be unwound by hunger.

This is a dream of the ancient law of alignment
And what is revealed when a being attempts to bypass it.

Some background insight: Two nights prior to this dream, there was an unfolding of events where two spirit beings descended into my room. This is what happened:

On Thursday night, there was an angelic being hovering near the ceiling in the room opposite the bed. Friday night, it descended slightly and ended up hovering in front of the white circular mirror that is next to the main door of the room ( a double wooden door). And then a huge, I mean massive warrior-knight being descended and stood guard at the white door that is opposite the bed, and just below the portal these beings came from. Then there was a moment where he began swinging his sword horizontally back and forth in front of him, clearing the space. And then I have the following dream. Tonight, the angelic being is next to the bed on the side where I sleep and the wall that has the white door, that Is beneath the portal, just doesn't feel like a normal area or wall anymore…

The Dream:

The first dream I don't remember in nuanced detail. But I was doing extra work around the text I just published, The Broken Lineage. I was asked to create webinars that further explained and deepened its meaning for white women in order for them to SEE the disconnect and how the behaviors manifested in life across time.

Then it transitioned.

I was in a space that resembled a large gazeebo, in the shape of a square, not round. There were windows all around, with curtains. Even the ceiling had windows with curtains that could be drawn back to let light in. There were people in this space with me: they were all men, though. Indigenous men. Indigenous men from the Americas and Polynesian...all brown skinned men. As we were preparing to go to sleep for the night, I asked one of the men to close the curtains because he pulled all of them back. He looked at me and said, "You want me to close all of them?" And I said yes. He asked if I was sure, and I said yes. He began closing the ones that faced outward around us, but left the ones that faced the ceiling open. As I lay down to wait for him to close all of them, I looked up at the stars and was enamored by how they looked. Instead of white, as we would normally see them in waking life, they were all gold. I noticed the big dipper and saw that one of the stars (the first star that looks like it is pouring out of the dipper) was purple. The stars that made the four points of the square were all gold, then the rest of the outpouring stars were gold, except for the first one, which was a deep yet sparkling royal purple color. The guy who was closing the curtains chose not to close the ceiling ones. As I lay down looking up at the sky, I saw a massive, humanoid galactic being. It wasn't a robot, but it wasn't human. It was robot-like. The color of antique brass, but shimmering like sandstone. Some of the plates were darker than antique brass. It had its arms folded behind itself, holding its elbows at its back (instead of holding your elbows in front of you, this being held behind itself), and it seemed to have a tail, with its legs crossed at the ankles. The tail wasn't flowing; it was attached to the heel of the back foot.

When it appeared in the sky, it was massive. Then it began to fly back and forth, diving at each interval (like how crows or birds dive and ascend as they fly). And as it got closer, it began to shrink. As it was flying and diving back and forth, I began to scramble away, moving in opposite directions to its flying. I asked out loud if it would explode if it crashed into the ground, and wondered to myself if I would survive a catastrophe. When it landed, it was the size of a full-grown adult man. I looked at it and saw that it began crawling towards me, in a weird horror movie type crawl - not like a baby, but its hands were pulling its body, and its feet were moving along the ground. I think it's knees were bent outward as it scurried towards me. It looked at me and said, "Can I knock you up?"

I was mortified and said "No", and began to scurry away from it. As it got near, I grabbed one of the indigenous men who were nearby and pushed him towards the galactic visitor. The man ended up being absorbed, meaning the galactic visitor merged itself with this man's body as if putting on an Earth suit so that he could function properly here on this planet. Then he stood up, walked to the other two men that were left, and touched the on the shoulder, effectively taking control of them.

I tried to escape, but he ended up grabbing me to take me to a room where I could get knocked up. I then asked to be shown the beginning - to be shown the explanation before coming to earth, what this was about. I wanted to be sure that if this is how my union was to happen, then at least I can calm my rational mind down and not reject this process.

As I was coming out of my sleep, I was shown the council of Mothers I belong to, the galactic council, sitting at a round table. Everyone was adorned in a milky wavy silk like fabric the color of gold, their heads were beautifully adorned; the adornments were also their skulls! Their eyes were glowing light, the color of gold. This revealed to me that there was a discussion that had been had and planned before my arrival on earth.

And then I woke up.

There were two other parts that were a part of the dream, but they are not directly connected to the theme of distortion. Therefore, they were omitted.

This dream is multilayered and interconnected with dreams I have had in the past, and present. While it may not seem like it, the second dream provides a deeper insight into the first.

For the first part: “The Broken Lineage” is an ancestral dream that reveals the spiritual disconnect of white women. I developed an ebook that not only reveals this root, but it also provides insights into how to reflect on its revelation within your life. However, in this dream, the Mothers are suggesting I develop the knowledge revealed in this dream because it is not enough to create an ebook and leave it be. That is a consumptive way of sharing knowledge. Creating threads of knowledge so people can weave an understanding is what must be done for the teachings to be understood.

Then it moves to the second part:

The galactic visitor is not just a being: it is a force of distorted creation, a cosmic intelligence that has fallen into distortion because it sought to create without respect, and to “seed” (create through union) without memory. This way of creating, without connection to wombsource memory, is the antithesis of wombsource continuity. It is a form of false creation; it is power without memory.

The Council of Mothers revealed something deeper. This situation was not just a cosmic violation, it was a test, a teaching.

Would I know to stop and ask for clarity, or would I relinquish my sovereignty for a cosmic field of unknown source memory? There’s a reason why this is so important.

Keep reading…

The teaching here is this: what is “true creation” and what is “false creation”? This is the struggle between cosmic wisdom and cosmic distortion.

True creation is rooted in memory. It is born of the root and nourished through ancestral continuity, aligned to sovereign wisdom. False creation is performance/performative: it is the attempt to claim power without honoring the line.

Read that again: false creation is the attempt to claim power without honoring the line.

The galactic visitor is a warning to those who try to wield creation without memory. To do so, creation will become distorted, fragmented, and even monstrous.

Those who honor memory are held by the Council of Mothers. Those who deny it are consumed.

This is also why my work or what I publish is not a product in the consumer/cosumptive sense. My teachings are not content. My words are not entertainment. They are memory, they are ceremony, and they are sacred continuity.

If you seek memory, you are welcome. If you seek performance, you will find nothing.

This is not just a dream: it is a key.