Beyond the Veil: A Night of Awakening, Healing, and Transformation

Astrologers have been buzzing about this period of massive transformation—on both a collective and personal level. But until Monday, March 10, 2025, I didn’t fully grasp just how intense this shift was… until my life got rocked.

It happened right after I wrapped up an interview for an online summit. Out of nowhere, I felt it—a veil-shatteringmoment. If you’re familiar with the Veil of Forgetfulness, then you know we arrive on Earth with built-in energetic barriers that limit our psychic abilities and divine connection. But we don’t just have one veil—we have many, embedded within our energy systems, subtly blocking us from our full potential. And sometimes, when the timing is right… they fall away—sometimes gently, sometimes like an avalanche.

For me, it was the latter.

The Spiritual Hangover

The moment the veils dropped, I felt like I had been hit by a cosmic freight train. And I wasn’t the only one—my dog, Rue, collapsed right alongside me. She could barely lift her head. Our energy systems were in total shutdown.

Tapping into my own energy, I saw the damage: blockages in our Crown Chakras. Normally, divine energy flows effortlessly from the Crown downward through each chakra, but with the veils gone, we were cut off—depleted, drifting. I knew I had to act fast.

I cleared the blockages, reconnected our energy fields, and within minutes, I felt the life force return. Rue, who had been eerily silent for hours, let out a groan—a small but powerful sign that she was healing, too.

But the night was far from over.

The Past Life Floodgate Opens

The moment I fell asleep, the energy surged again. Suddenly, I found myself surrounded by dozens of dogs—different breeds, sizes, colors—all staring at me.

It didn’t take long to realize what was happening: Rue’s past lives had come forward for healing. One by one, I cleared, integrated, and released them, watching as the ghostly canine figures faded into the ether—until only Rue remained.

I took an astral sigh of relief, thinking it was over.

It wasn’t.

My Own Past Lives Were Waiting

As soon as I closed my eyes again, I was swept away into another vision—a cosmic honeycomb stretching in all directions. In each cell, a past version of me waited. Hundreds of them.

I knew what had to be done.

One by one, I confronted my past incarnations—some were tragic, others joyful. Some were simple healings, while others demanded that I fully feel their pain before I could help them move on. A young boy, his life cut short. A warrior who died in battle. A healer who had once misused their gifts. Each one a thread in the vast tapestry of my soul.

Some lives, I was told, weren’t mine to clear. Instead, I had to redirect them to their rightful past selves—a fascinating twist I hadn’t expected.

And then, something even stranger happened.

Becoming "The One"—And Rejecting It

As the healings intensified, my past lives started recognizing me. Some began to see me as a savior, the one who had come to set them free.

This was not something I wanted.

A channeled message came through, and I spoke it aloud to my past selves:

"Do not revere the messenger. Revere the message."

Faith belongs in the journey itself, not in the one guiding it. It was a lesson for my past incarnations—and a reminder for me, too.

200 Lives in a Single Night

By dawn, I was told I had cleared 200 of my past human lives. And yet, this was just the beginning—I still had to work through my Galactic and Faery incarnations. That journey is waiting for its own moment.

As 2025 unfolds, the energies are shifting rapidly. If you’re feeling things unraveling, old wounds surfacing, or parts of yourself falling away, know that it’s all part of the process.

Let go.Receive.Heal.And step into your awakening.

🚀✨ The journey has only just begun.