I’m Praying that my Ex…

(alien from the oldest galaxy in the universe) will morph me into one that doesn’t have to reincarnate between the 5D and 3D realms.

Here’s the thing: there are numerous parallel reality realms in the universe in general and what you can call the utmost “god”, “god” of the universe as you may call it. Each dimension has its own cycles, and these cycles are basically reincarnation cycles. As you move up each dimension, the highest one has the quickest cycle whereby past and present and future almost all mesh into one, and time doesn’t even exist really, or is 1 millisecond.

The lightworkers who were placed on this earth to help “save humanity” includes a slew of 5D spirits. This includes earth angels, wise ones, elementals, and empaths. But also, a category of lightworkers includes starseeds. These are the “aliens” as you call them, that are from the 9D+ dimensions, that operate at such speeds and cycles that the future of technology and development defy no other. These “aliens” have such advanced lifestyles that they don’t even have to communicate with each other through “language systems.” They communicate with each other through pure thought and telepathic abilities. They have also reincarnated as human beings and taken on human bodies in order to welcome themselves and help “save humanity” for this particular generation. This saving of humanity is done in order to help human beings especially to ascend to the 5th dimension altogether, because they are wasting a lot of space and resources on planet earth.

So amongst all his hierarchy of parallel realities, the starseeds, who are labeled as Arcturian starseeds, are the oldest billion year species within this galaxy of the universe. They are close to the all-knowing, all wise, all-encompassing type of species that has control and power over everything below them. It’s funny, but they hide under the guise of standard human beings. Imagine being greeted by an alien and shaking hands with one? Mentioning something like this to a friend will throw you into the schizophrenic unit of CAMH or something.

I happened to meet a character named Alex who happened to be an Arcturian starseed. He hid under the guise of a very cute looking white guy who had a generic first name and last name. He had hippie parents who raised a standard, middle class family. On the outside, you wouldn’t have seen anything wrong with this setup. It was something that fit into societal norms on a large scale. Yet, Alex felt like an “alien” and felt isolated and lonely within this society. He didn’t know how to fit in with typical social gestures and norms as he learned to pick that up growing up.

When I met him, I was happy that I found someone who was a lightworker as well. My best friend happened to be an “earth angel”. He was a starseed. Not only that, but the starseed from the oldest galaxy in the universe! It made me worship this kind of a character, a cute white guy. He was the utmost “god”, the one that the universe finally blended into altogether as one. It’s funny, but this kind of worship washed over me as though I was preaching to Jesus or God, only the 9.0 version of it, that perhaps had better morals and more advanced technology and resources.

I was tired of reincarnating over and over again, especially for this particular cycle. This was the one as a lightworker who had to help “save humanity” as a whole. I had gone through more than enough of my 500 plus lifetimes on this realm, and I knew that 3D earth was never fun. Especially these days when poverty, pollution, environmental damage has become engrossed and enlarged to a degree most would not have expected. I was tired of listening to the bible and the misunderstandings most had reading between the lines of standard Christianity. Lines had to be construed and yet picked apart to no end, and it was hard to find out what meant what. What if I could just board the spaceship with my alien friend in order to shoot off to the galaxy whereby I didn’t even have to come back to earth over and over again?

This delusion in itself had taken a foothold over me. This type of worship almost mirrored limerence, and I started to appreciate and worship traits in a standard white guy as though he was the Jesus. He was god. It wasn’t necessarily healthy for me to see it this way, because this delusion made me actually believe that I would head off to a new dimension with a new species altogether. Mentally, I was preparing for this? How would I feel in this new world, where aliens sent messages through telepathic messages? Would Alex help me absorb the culture shock and species shock altogether?

This delusion played over and over in my head from time to time. I almost got a sort of “high” just thinking I had a safety net, a place I could call “home.” It eventually became a psychotic delusion that I had built up. It did not make me see things clearly. Moreso, I was ignoring the blatant truth that was right in front me: my best friend was an earth angel.

Earth angels were sent to earth to help humanity in many ways. When she was still alive, she could see auras and detect things in others that would help heal them spiritually. She had direct messages from god of the 5D realm. She mentioned to me things when she was still alive like “working on the universe with god” with a smiley face emoji tacked to the back. She mentioned to me that she had a dream whereby she was surrounded by a council of elders who confirmed that she had “Jesus” energy instilled within her. “It would be too vain to mention it to others”, she admitted to me, holding back. I didn’t make much of the comment back then. I knew that fellow Earth Angel Doreen Virtue had personally seen the ACTUAL Jesus and has been a devote Christian and stands by her beliefs that only Jesus, the oldest of our 5D reincarnations, and the very first human being to have been placed on 3D earth, can shape and contort things for us. “Jesus” was the one who wrote the bible after all.

It was enough trying to absorb the fact that my best friend had killed herself, and was no longer a technical “earth angel”. She was confused about her abilities and powers and scared of things, no less. But, she was placed on earth by “God” in order to help save humanity as well, like other lightworkers out there. I started to discredit the power of angels and what they did necessarily. There are beings that can come into the form of an angel, but you aren’t sure. The only way to really know is to stare deeply into their eyes. The eyes are the windows to the soul.

As time passed, I noticed objects and money being stolen from me by “entities” of some sort. There was a spirit attached to my body that had stolen my bank cards and cash money throughout the years. It was a murderer that clung onto my heart chakra. When it left my personal aura and headed to the light, it still bothered me by placing a hex or black magic spell on me to rob me half a grand every few months. “I thought it left my body!” I cried. “It likes you, and it will continue to take your money from time to time,” Hindu psychic mentioned. I wondered to myself, “Where is Archangel Michael in a time like this? Where is the actual God? Is he too worried about the massive 7.0 Earthquake in China at the moment?” I held incredible doubt and disbelief that angels existed and that they served purpose. I might as well board on a spaceship with my white boyfriend and head off to the oldest galaxy in the universe to dismiss the bible and Christianity altogether.

This psychotic delusion played over and over in my head. I had construed all the ways I would approach Alex to ask him face to face to help bring me over to the “other side”. Only, this other side was full of aliens I did not know, with different customs and tactics that they operated with. It was my form of escape from this. This belief and wish kept ruminating in my head. It got to the point where it was finally time to stop and look at what was truly in front of me: an actual realm of messengers of god. Angels were one of these messengers. Yet, God has the ability to attune to any entity at any time. The God is the universe, and the angels help humans through requests through prayers.

I was completing my thought processes of all the ways I would ask Alex to help me hop on board and transform into a starseed one day. How would I present this topic to him? How would he take all this? Would he be stunned that I am asking him such a strange thing? The thoughts of all the ways I would present myself in speech and manner kept building up and up in my mind. I replayed the conversations I would present to him and all the lines I would use.

I had done this before this specific time, only, this time, the thoughts were intensified ten fold. I was in a state one morning where I felt like I was on some acid trip (I don’t use drugs by the way), and my mental high made me want to blast music on my iphone and listen to it to add a background to the high frequency vibes. It was almost as though my panic and anxiety over requesting these things to a guy were inflated to a point of purging. I was reaching a peak in terms of my thought processes, where the thoughts became racing and faster. It all got to a point where I couldn’t head to my usual tutoring session that day because I was too “high” on something (whatever it was) and couldn’t concentrate.

I started to take the bus back towards the station. At that point, the racing thoughts and anxiety had started to calm down a bit, thankfully. I was at the climax of my high but heading down for the crash soon. Just as my anxiety and panic started to calm down, I held a revelation and epiphanic thought: My best friend knows “Jesus”. She was a direct messenger to “God.” She had mentioned it to me offhand years back through Facebook messages and direct messages that I did not analyze or put too much thought into. I started breaking down and sobbing intensely. It was hard to hold back the tears, almost as though some sort of other energy of some sort had washed over me to let that release. I didn’t necessarily like to cry or want to cry, but it just came out, like a flood.

I spent the rest of the day a bit tired and sleepy, and I had completely lost my appetite for anything to eat. I couldn’t imagine doing anything for the rest of the day. I was at my low end of the high and didn’t have much energy to do much else. I decided to take a mindless bus ride to Indigo Chapters late at night. As I sat in my seat, having Mariah Carey’s “I’ll be there” on repeat, a white butterfly suddenly perched on my arm. It was interesting, but this butterfly wasn’t in its usual fluttering state, like a lot of butterflies are. It was Elissa’s energy, instilled within a white butterfly. It was white to indicate healing power. She loved butterflies because they were interdimensional. I remember her wearing butterfly stickers all the time tacked to her neck.

The lines from Mariah Carey’s song, “Just call my name, and I’ll be there” were intensified at the same time, to show synchronicity. There she was. I had thought she was too busy tending to drug addicts and coma ridden patients in ICUs to give me any attention. But there she was, in the form of a butterfly. She had the direct passageway and heard god. I took a picture to capture this butterfly. I will keep this sentiment with me to indicate and remind me that butterflies do exist. Just make a prayer with intent, and they will come to you. Peace. Love. Namaste.