My “COViD” Experience

There has been no greater moment in my lifetime, that has represented a massive cleansing.

I’m pretty sure this planet hadn’t been cleaned properly in 50 years. The pandemic brought about so much beauty, clarity, reprioritization and a much needed recalibration of pace and present moment awareness.

As women experience monthly, the shedding of ones womb space, the three year period, the Universe too (a womb space) experienced a massive shedding; of old patterns, narratives, frequencies, concepts and ways of operating.

It quickly became abundantly clear that what was being reported was incredibly inaccurate.

When lock down first occurred, I immediately called my dad. He has a profound pulse and take on media narrative, not to mention a godly gift for intuitive knowing. I wanted his perspective on what was happening. I called him and said, “Hey, what are you doing?”, he said, “I’m at the sandbar, having a bloody mary.”

‘Interesting, so while the rest of the planet is having a meltdown, you’re celebrating — noted’.

We spent three weeks inside the gates before we ventured out; not sure what to expect or anticipate.

It was Easter weekend 2020 and I had read that Walmart was setting up tables outside to distribute eggs and candy. So, I ventured over, and to my surprise, it was the busiest I had ever seen it. The parking lot ‘packed to the brim’; all the way to the back of the lot. My initial response was, ‘dang, humanities intuitive nature is really showing itself, people are clearly not that worried about this’.

As I witnessed the immense juxtaposition between narrative and reality; my professional experience, common sense and detective mind set in. I’ve been in the food and beverage industry for a very long time and if this is what they say it is there would be zero food handling happening. If this is what they say it is, there would be absolutely no fucking way money handling would be happening; something is not adding up.

So, as a Channeler, I go straight to Source; ‘what’s this all about?’

It’s called a zeitgeist; a spirit of the times. One’s belief system will now clearly playout.

With this understanding, I channeled many a messages, but it wasn’t until I went to a job interview that the importance of epigenetics and “letting go” would illuminate themselves.

I went to an interview and was having a discussion with the gentleman, who had just came from a family gathering; multiple family members had passed from “COViD”. He told me that they were spread out all over the country but had passed within the same timeframe.

I found this interesting; “did they grow up in the same household?” He said “yes”. ‘So, they all came from the same epigenetic environmental programming?’. He told me that, ‘they were quite stubborn individuals, often riddled by anger and cynicism’. My whole body went off.

I heard, ‘they weren’t willing to let go, they had personalized the narratives and beliefs around the frequencies, narratives and beliefs that are currently being shed, deleted and dissolved off this planet and because they weren’t willing to let go; their vessels were dissolved too’.

I started noticing incredibly elaborate explanations being expressed by physicians; and then I would see that experience being played out in a literal sense, behind the scenes. One doctor noted that it was if his patients had been dropped at the top of Mount Everest and were now struggling to maintain oxygen. I distinctly heard, “yeah, if you can’t be dropped off at the top of mount everest and climb down, what kind of shape are you in?”

Clearly, The Universe is in charge of, “survival of the fittest”, and it doesn’t feel bad for anyone.

Earthlings, finally got an upfront look, and an in-person innerstanding of the actual relationships they have with the experience(s) of time, money, and the importance of family, vitality and creativity.

As with many others, my COViD experience was met with a profound clarity and awakening around, “what’s actually important” and “how I want my life to look and feel”, moving forward.

Like many others, I tested positive for COViD — but, I was never sick.

In an unexpected moment, it was like I was struck by lightning, a massive hollow feeling pulsating on the top left side of my skull. So profound, that I instantly found myself in the fetal position, on my bed. Within moments I could see flashing lights, and hearing the voice of an officer saying, “ma’am, ma’am are you okay? you were just in car accident”. I could see the flashing lights of his police car coming through the veil. I could see his flashlight trying to investigate the situation of the individual who seemed to be attached to my ethereal reality.

It wasn’t long before I found myself, temporarily immobilized, as “brain surgery” was being performed on a my ethereal neighbor. I sat there with only advil to assist in the experience. I slept for the following three days.

I found it interesting; when most people are at rest, they tend to watch shows and catch up on old movies; I simply slept. For three days I layed in bed and didn’t partake in a single narrative or media reflection.