Channelings

Imagine being the most threatening force on earth at one time to a legion of demons and you will begin to understand my life.

The unfoldment of events, each one symbolic. Symbolic of the war against the True Royal Bloodlines. The ones who are meant to be leading the masses through purity, grace and the natural ability to inspire hearts.

My angelic team named me the “Queen of Hearts” before I incarnated.

They told me I would be a glimmer of hope in a dark abyss of tyranny.

From the ashes new leaders will rise.

The 12 tribe, 12 disciples.

Each leader will have 12 leaders connected to them. Each a perfected part of the gifted angelic tapestry of the Christ/Sophia collective. Each unique in what they offer.

This is how it was when I pulled the sword from the stone.

In that moment an entire new dimension, a blueprint was activated, and each man, the knights of the round table formed.

This is the end, my only friend … the end.

The return of the Masculine Christ force would happen in 3 stages.

The wild tender rough poet, to penetrate you deeply, to touch every ounce of pain and love it. To expand your soul and to reawaken your senses, to open you up to a Cosmic Orgasmic Synergy and to burn everything false in your reality.

Essential, this force is here to fuck you like you have never been fucked before … Soul to Soul

I miss the sensation of sex, the smell even.

I remember having lustful cosmic animalistic thoughts. I would look out into the crowd during my shows and think of reaching my hand out, taking the first girl and bringing her back with me and showing her God.

Cosmic Soul Fucking.

I had a specific energetic intention that allowed immense cellular pleasure, a sort of shamanic code, actually.