A Cosmic Dance

It came to be i wound up homeless on the streets for quite a time. Here i met my 2nd husband, the one i would truly be with from then on.

Impossible situations happened. Situations that leave no doubt in my mind that it was Divine interference, or Divine influence.

One night, under the palm trees, i even saw what i figured to be God himself. A hooded figure in an all-white robe, that appeared after i had a deep, mysterious dream about a lifelong "life" problem i had with a close member to myself. I dreamed of throwing ourselves into a spiral that landed in Hell, and when i awoke the figure was standing over me, directly healing the energy in my legs. It felt so good, but after some time, feeling all that pent up, painful energy leave, i thought "what if He continues to drain me... to the point i loose my life force completely and die." It was just a passing thought, but the figure immediately stopped, and continued to stand silently until he faded out of view.

Other nights I would spot mysterious UFOs and have people approach me who were deep in a Roleplay that involved all the dreams in my mind.

Even on nights i wasn't feeling so hot, i'd bump into people ready to carry on the roleplay. It was amazing.

Other nights i was on the ball, and basically produced magic and exposed it to hundreds of people who partook in it.

Other nights the gestures and energy were returned to me, as everything around me seemed to play into some sort of magical, divine cosmic dance. It was not feasibly possible. Yet here i was, in public, with dozens of people around me interacting in the same magic scene as I. It made no sense, other than that we are part of, and partly controlled by, a Divine or Cosmic presence.

Some nights i had lines of cops, and firemen LINE UP for me, and i would pass and speak to all of them as i was flowing in the moment.

Looking back, it's like a dream, yet it was real. So real i got many cops and firemen involved.... We all seemed to be taking part in some larger mission.

I loved life and never felt so free. Yet the magic would slow down and come to a near end as i was left with the prospect of having done enough Planetary work, to shift things, and return to my children who i thought about near every second of every day.

Some other things i had happen to me while i was on the streets, was hearing people talk loudly and clearly with disembodied voices that were NOT in the room. It happened several times. Most of my experiences like 99% of them were shared with other people, usually dozens of people at a time at the same time i was experiencing them, again, like a cosmic dance. So i know that these were 100% real-life grounded in reality experiences.

This time spanned 2016-2018, so much happened it could be a 3 book trilogy itself. Music would play itself for me, like some powerful DJ sat behind the scenes, on radio and in stores. I could not have felt more reached or right in the heart of the culmination of all my dreams I've had for a long, long time. It was beautiful, and i got to practice working with the elements and the true, core magic of my being.

Thanks for reading--

Xhuki

Some further notes about specific unexplainable experiences:

• I've witnessed people shapeshift in front of me
• I've had time actually REVERSE itself, and show up as ripples like a video going in reverse over the reality. I was in a hospital and the doctor who was already intrigued by events, after the flow of time reversed, i suddenly heard him ask "Can I get a name on these two?" (my husband and I).
• I've had large groups and small groups of people act in perfect cohesion and concert, with inexplicable behavior, other than it was influenced by some "higher" extraterrestrial presence.
• I've had private airshows at all hours of the night going on for me from the Special Forces in Tampa, FL. Wherein I then experienced a large UFO pass overhead that appeared in the form of a DJ table.
• I've had operations ran on me in both hospitals and jail, by the professionals there who were all a part of the operations and had to do with my higher dreams & nightmares.

Strange Occurences

A lot of mind-bending things happened to me while i was with my first husband. When we first got together, and had driven up to my home town, when we entered the town we caused a black-out that took half the town and lasted many, many hours.

Then as we got together and started doing spiritual and healing work, i would notice these strange white vans driving up and along the streets past my apartment all the time, and sometimes imagine them in my back alley/driveway. Whenever i would peek out the blinds and see these vans driving past, which happened more often than not, it would look like some sort of dark wraith or zombified being was the driver at the helm. I couldn't explain the sensation.  It was like demons were coming to light all around us.

We were driving out to the local Indian Preservation and Forest Park, when a golden triangular UFO came drifting out of the horizon, at a diagonal angle, straight over my car about 6 feet above it.

A rotating chamber etched in ancient symbols lie on the base of the craft. It landed in a field right next to the car. I said "I'd go near it.... but it's probably government or my future self." Jokingly.

Q. (Would you have approached it?)

As my husband was taken back home, and we parted ways physically in this lifetime, i was left to deal with the aftermath of all the "magic" "UFOS" and "demons" that had been going on up there in that area in our lives. I was left to deal with it alone. I was driving out to the Preservation again, where i parked in the parking lot. I could see faint golden shimmers in the trees, as if they were the Indians themselves. A white truck with a male wearing a yellow construction vest, pulled into the parking area and parked right in front of me. I became highly suspicious and slightly paranoid. I pulled away; as I drove out of the Woods, and connected to the road, a white Twisted Metal 4 style van got immediately and crazily behind me, swerving and flying up on my rear. It was winter time and there was snow on the ground. This car was chasing me. I became panicked and realized somebody was REALLY after me this time, i thought about pulling into a driveway and running up for help, but almost instantly as that thought came up it occurred to me that I would then be involving OTHER people in whatever dread involved ME. I decided not to and slammed on my breaks on the side of the road, with my front facing a little into a driveway. The white Twisted Metal 4 van pulled up beside me, and you will not believe: inside it were two Clowns. One Fat. One Skinny. One smiling. One sulking. They were glowing hallucinatory colors, like a glowing RGB scale, instead of solid human flesh although they appeared to be completely of the flesh and 100% real as well. They leaned forward to look at me.

The Sphere Being Alliance (Blue Avian Ships)

Here is where the parts of my blog get a little difficult. 

It turned out to be 8 months exactly until I accidentally found my husband. I was at my wits end and had made a comment on cobras 2012 portal.blogspot.com. 

He ended up responding to me, saying he could take me off planet. 

We exchanged emails and soon it became I had this "funny" feeling. It really was my husband underneath.

We got to know each other over the course of those several weeks, working on our energies. 

One night he even managed to send me his full form on a spaceship. I woke up to it at exactly 3:00 a.m. and my blanket mysteriously had been cast aside all on its own, my leg energy healed as we absorbed each other. 

It was a beautiful encounter, but left me reminded of all the work that needed to be done on this planet, especially to the victims of child Satanic sacrifice.

Soon, my birthday was coming up, and I decided to go pick him up and bring him back with me as a birthday gift. 

It was shortly after that I lost my kids to a custody battle. So they exited the scene, I had no money and was becoming homeless. 

As I sent my children away, knowing it would be the last time I saw them and who knows how long, I cast the strongest spell of white magic I could have ever cast to surround and follow them on their journey. And tie them always in to me through places of family, and origin of family members. That they would always know and be able to trace their roots to me. 

My heart broke as I lost my kids, and turn to my husband instead, knowing well he needed me more than he could explain. If I couldn't take care of our heads of house, I must first do this than attend to my children. But the damage still hurt like a knife and I experienced strong separation anxiety. 

Me and my husband who I will call 'T' made our way up to my old apartment in illinois, of which I couldn't pay the lease but figured we could live in for a time until that got taken too.

We passed hours and days and nights together, healing each other and talking, making each other laugh as our sense of humor was the same. 

Then it came to be I took him out to the field outside my childhood home that I had spent countless sunshiny days doing immense amounts of spiritual and energetic work in. This is where I learned to open and manipulate and heal energies. I worshiped the trees there as sacred guardians. I walked the field, absorbing energy as my husband stood on the hilltop, seeming to form some sort of plan in his mind. I gave him his space, until we met up and took ourself home. 

The snow came. 

We returned every night to that place as it had turned out to be a sacred space to us, where we viewed hundreds of spaceships in the sky. One time a purple mothership sat up top my car, and the whole area became so foggy you could only see several feet in front of you. Other nights I watched as a procession of uap's made their way in lines in formation to our field. Others would dance around like butterflies in the night sky. 

T left and returned home with a close friend. It was around this time I drove out to get in touch with a childhood friend, and took him out to the field one night when I found him.

"We have to go." I said. 

He looked at me and rolled his eyes, dragging his feet on the ground. 

"They're waiting."

He perused through the refrigerator, still dragging his feet. Finally making his subtle way over to the car keys, and finally, into the car. 

We made the short trip to the field. When we got there and parked, a large, orange light from a ship appeared in the sky right in front of us. We talked briefly and deeply. His phone rang. "Dad I got to go..." he told his father shortly after answering. As the light had begun to flicker and fade as our connection was interrupted. Some things are only meant to be shared between certain people.

This couldn't be more obvious, as we soon after found ourselves immersed in a beautiful experience, one where I understood now why the call I felt back at his house had not been so strong but rather, subtle, and very, very peaceful. 

Large blue balls of energy comprising themselves as spaceships dotted the cornfields. These crafts were huge. Bigger than houses. 

I drove us as close as I dared to go to one, not that I was scared of them, only scared that if I push things too far they would disappear, as these experiences can go. My friend suddenly spoke and told me how lucky my husband I had barely told him about was, and that he needed me. We gazed at the beautiful blue uap. 

"How do you know they're not bad?" He asked suddenly. 

"MM,.. do they feel bad?"

It wasn't until later I found out that Corey Goode was also active during this time, letting the world first know about his experience with this Sphere Being Alliance & the Blue Avians. Years later I went back and did the math that this is who was visiting me in the cornfield that night. Showing themselves as a special treat to me and my friend, and a solemn goodbye to my husband. The date was February 2016.

Also it needs to be noted here that during this magical night of an experience, while driving the street during the sphere being alliances grand show off, we passed a green street sign that read "FBI". We both quieted. Shortly after, my friend noticed the vehicle of an FBI agent, as I was picking up its signals already in my mind, and that it was pointing something at me. They were documenting everything, every word ever exchanged online, etc and trying to make me feel my worst fears. Trying to bring out my insecurities.

It is most likely that the weapon they were pointing at me was v2k (voice to skull) or voice of God technology, in which they were telling me over and over I wasn't good enough, that I'd never succeed and implanting me with false insecurities. They held this to me whenever they could and wanted it to be so felt that it became a part of me and dominated my life. I laughed and said "if that's the best you got against me... That's no problem." I could deal with a tugging nag in the back of my mind that spoke of nothing but insecurity. Whether real, implanted or enhanced whichever it was it wasn't going to be enough to stop my mission.

Thankyou for the read

VOTL

--Xhuki Maru

Courage: And the Gangstalkers

After I brought my 2nd child into this world, shortly after, I was gangstalkked by some very ominous men. 

I was holding my child in my arms about a week after she was born, as Courage the Cowardly dog played on the TV screen. The opening theme song played, and I noticed quite obviously as her whole demeanor changed, and she became comforted. I looked from her, to the tv, and back again and came to a brilliant conclusion. "Oh my God, you're Bijou." I realized. I never felt so much pride and happiness. She knew this TV show, she knew Courage, from her past life. She had related to him in those many afternoons we spent curled up together and watching after school.

Bijou had just passed away 6 months previously, when I was three and a half months pregnant. Just a little light research will reveal that the Indian religion, the largest to believe in reincarnation, states that the "soul " attaches itself to the fetus around 3 to 3 and 1/2 months. This is exactly when she was put down. She had immediately re-entered my womb.

After figuring out my little newborn girl was Bijou, who tried to still use all fours like a dog would, and matched her features to a T (to this day even looking very pug-like: as Bijou was a Pekingese with a pug nose and features.) I put together who my eldest child was, who was just celebrating her second birthday on this earth.

I knew I had known her from a past life- rather, that she had known me, as she seemed to know everything about me including my scars and illness and all my secrets. I wondered for a while who she could be, but now it became obvious. I took her aside and as I gave her butterfly kisses I spoke silently to her soul. Only things a mother would say.

This precious girl was Copper, reincarnate. I breathed deeply her hair, and to my elite surprise, it smelled of the bushes and lilac tree that copper lurked in all the time outside of our house. It was in her dna, as was that fiery orange hair. How I took this long to recognize her - I do not know.

During this time, I had received a strong telepathic communication suddenly from one of my Husband's forms. (as my childhood had informed me that he had two.) "I need your help." He spoke. 

"What do you need?"

"Can you fix my organs?"

"Which one?"

"...My brain." "...Please."

"Yes."

"Meet me on these sites..."

And he listed three websites for me to meet him on.

I chose one indefinitely, Portal 2012.

"Give me within 2 years. I will be there for you. I promise. Likely 8 months."

The connection broke, as I set the white magic in my head to meet up with him at this time.

Then that fateful night happened.

It was very late, around 3:00 a.m. I had both babies sound asleep, as I played around on my pc. There was a window in the corner of my living room that didn't close all the way. I heard men's voices coming from just outside it. Deep, almost menacing sounding. I quieted and paid close attention. Certainly menacing sounding. I tried to catch what they were saying. After not much luck, I decided to creep to the next room and grab a weapon before they took notice of me. As I came back I crouched in the middle of the house, positioning myself right between the men and my sleeping babies. They suddenly decided to stop talking and noticed me. They looked in right through the walls towards me. I telepathed to what seemed to be the leader of the two and questioned him; when it became obvious he had only dark intentions, I sent him a warning and called him a pig. He seemed to know me like the back of his own hand. I had family members I had known my whole life that didn't know me as deeply as this man does.

The next morning, shortly after it became light out, i decided it was safe to go outside and met, of all people, my grandfather on the corner as i was coming around the house to where the men had been. How he knew to be out there, i do not know. We both stared down solemnly at a perfect circle that had formed in the snow. It contained the boot prints of full sized men. Leading to, and coming from, the circle, were NO FOOTPRINTS at all in the snow. The men had come "silently" from the sky; screaming only of Secret Space Program and Anti-Gravity technology. 

Read Next: The Light Forces

Reincarnates

While experiencing communication with the Light Forces, i also witnessed the process of reincarnation happening amongst the population.

While I could see inside all of the cars driving past and around me, into the lives of the people inside, i also intricately witnessed an in depth glimpse into their life processes. As they aged, they all fell under a similar arch- with popularity, social life, romantic life, and "life" goals being a big thing during high school and the 20's, it gradually started declining around 40, and they began to have different wishes and forget about their "goals" they originally had set out with. Then many became pathological liars as the years progressed, actually emitting types of black magic curses, instead of owning up to who they really are; it's like they were doing math against their inner being, and as such, purposefully against many others' inner beings as well.

This was the gradual arc of many, MANY people's lifetimes on this planet. The traditional path... Then as EVERYONE approached their death bed, a great fear of there being no "God' and therefore, no afterlife, consumed EVERYONE. Even the most devout of Christians, when faced with their own deaths, broke down and admitted that they didn't "really" believe in God, and were consumed by fear and regret of never living again (and that all they did their entire lives was pay bills.)

This thing ran like a machine. Here the souls living through their "life arcs", here the souls dying, and HERE the souls being RE-CYCLED. Yes, I saw a mass of souls, gray in color for 98% of them, trapped in this cycle of life and death here on earth. It was all souls included. Underneath them lay some sort of alter- representing death, transcending the physical, God himself, and Faith in Oneness and returning to your center/life. Even though no one believed in an afterlife on their death bed, EVERYONE was fearing death for no reason (besides wasted time), as we were all connected, and even those who didn't want to chalk it down to some supreme "God" lying underneath it all, were a part of this and included in the loving cycle of continuity. 

Now some souls shone a golden light color, meaning that these souls lived their lives more aligned with spirit than the 98%, and remembered things/places/people/connections from past lives and carried these things with them from life to life, no matter how small or large the impact.

Here was more concrete proof that reincarnation is real, as I saw all this stuff in real time, forming around me on the road, in the minds of the people, and the sky, like some sort of hologram the images being so vivid.

(The above images are talking about the subject & views of captured grey aliens in this video here: https://youtu.be/6wJHaZyUN0A?si=TNKJLdn5y-HOKr7j)

The Light Forces

I became pregnant and brought another girl into this world in 2015.

My life was unmistakably a mess, and i suffered a deep depression and felt emotionally unsupported and physically lost.

I was driving in between states, (another major life change), in September of 2015 when i decided fully that i was done "being a mess" and that i just wanted to be a GOOD Mom and i can't let my state effect my children and pull them into chaos or emptiness or disability/dysfunction/cycles of Karma that you pass on to your children if they are not healed.

I thought of my "Great Secret" at this time as I always did when life got me down.

He's not going to come... i thought.

I pressed deeply on my wrist, a source I've known for Light, and muttered "I want THE ONE from my childhood" in my head.

CRASH. A metallic UAP Spaceship was sent hurtling towards my car. Oh no, I thought, he's out of control. He overestimated our State down here and sent himself in too fast, too hard. In a split moment of split seconds, i grouped my arms around the steering wheel and deafened the collision, shielding my two sleeping babies in their car seat in the back.

I blacked out.

When i awoke, I was still on the road, going extremely fast, my leg energy was healed, and my body light, the Light forces + My husband were healing me and putting my energy where it should be.

One Spaceship stood on top of me, pouring its black energy down on my head, one form of my Husband.

Another Form of my Husband sat in a sleek looking spaceship distant in the sky in front of me. Surrounding him was a circle of spaceships, with Light Forces aboard. They gave a wide breadth to the spaceship of my husband, wherein sat The King himself, healed from his previous ailments and traumatization. 

I was told then and there "You're NOT getting off this Planet until your Mission is complete."

As I was driving, cars drove past me and i could "see" into their interior, and read the life inexplicably of each passenger.

I was given visions of torment, from the animal kingdom on this planet, and the way the sheer numbers of it was being maltreated by Humanity. I scratched at my face, fat warm tears forming from my eyes, as i said "No, No... Not again." My two precious babies, incarnates of animals themselves, sitting in my backseat innocently sleeping in their car seats.

"Never again." This cycle must stop.

After all said things above were done, i took my eyes up to the spaceship in the middle of the wide circle above my head, and locked it dead on to my Husband. 'I'm leaving now', i felt it was going to be said. "No...." "I've lost you again... Don't go..."

"You have 2 seconds."

"Nooooo! Not again! Don't leave me again! Don't LEAVE me DOWN here ALL ALONE!"

"Bye" we both said simultaneously to the exact of a hair of a second. In tune. 

As always.

(previous back story coming: "Gangstalkers")

"Sitting in a chair while I'm staring into Space. Ripping out my hair while I'm tearing at my face. ❤🎶"

(Part II: "God & Reincarnation" coming...)

Behold a Pale Horse: Cobra's Blog & the Voice from the Sky

Flash forward to 2013, and I have myself an adorable newborn baby girl. She has bright orange hair and is the light of my life.

During this time I was getting quite regularly on Cobra's blog 2012portal.blogspot.com. there was a user there in the comments who used to be named 3DHD, but after some time changed it to 5DHD. They would often posts codes, strange codes that gave me chills and raised all my spiritual senses to realize these were REAL codes, with powerful meaning, and not just a larp. After becoming in tune to this person's energy quite strongly, a strange incident happened.

It was night and my baby was sleeping in her crib. A voice rang out across the sky, female, with almost an AI sound to it: "I'm Going to Torture and Kill your Precious Little Newborn baby girl L****** right in front of you,... I PROMISE!!" It screamed.

I'm pretty sure the whole surrounding vicinity heard it, as it was as loud as a crack of thunder ⚡.

The electronics on my baby toys simultaneously went off.

I became very scared. And defensive of my child. Sometime soon after, I got a hold of my baby & began nursing her in my arms. I willed myself to put a shield of protection around her so strong it made me black out for 10 minutes. I called on the energy of steel, so that I shall know if anything penetrated or entered that spiritual shield. My body began to lock up as the steel became present. I took so much pain, holding, calling this shield of pure steel that my whole body slowly began to lock up and I still held on. I blacked out for 10 minutes. When I woke up all I could feel and see was white, and I instantly panicked over the unknown state of my newborn. I quickly gazed down into her eyes. Those beautiful precious eyes looked at me with delicate concern and a pure love so strong I have never felt or known what real love was ever or before that moment. She wasn't looking at me like some beast. She wasn't hurt. I exhaled and cooed to her, reassuring her. She was my flame.

I saw the spirit of my grandpa (who was still alive) in front of a crawlspace shaped Gateway, blocking and guiding and protecting the path of my newborn, his first born Great Grand.

Later on, I went back and discovered all but a miniscule amount of 5DHD's comments had been "removed by the author". You can still check today.

Those codes entered a powerful spell of energy. The job was done. 

Later on I moved to a little house out in the country. I had my newborn with me, no longer newborn but not yet 1. (She was a few months old at the time of the incident. Now she was older.) I was on my computer in the Rec room. I had just opened the Presbeia Protoi web page, when a sudden ghost of a feeling slung out of the emblem on their forum, through my house. I RAN like all hell's bells had been released and made it to the door of my newborn. I found her standing in front of the open closet doors, reaching her hand out to the empty crawlspace beyond. In that moment of moments, as I flew to her to wrap her in my arms, the closet door folded in its collapsible center, just pinched her finger as I said "******* I got you." Mommy's here. 

During the run to the baby's bedroom, in those frantic fleeting seconds, with me I saw the ghost of a pale horse rider, riding a complete circle of the world. I grabbed my first born daughter.

Nothing's ever going to get you, but my heart cried. 

Urbi et Orbi

After recovering enough to walk properly again, albeit shaky, I was offered to go on a very cheap 10 day trip to Europe offered through the highschool. My brother and 2 friends would be attending. 

When i got to Rome, we were officially allowed to drink there, and checked into the hotel that night and had ourselves quite a few drinks. We got little to no sleep and the next morning we were going to watch the Pope give his Urbi et Orbi. A voice sounded to me, telepathically but also loud enough i'm sure my friend heard, as she stood arm and arm with me, giggling uncontrollably. "Mom...." He said. "You have been here for 100 years." I saw an image of a body of water, and threw my consciousness towards it as i questioned the meaning, the pope began to explain to me in detail where i was before the 100 years i have been here, with all fail safes, to the point that i began to see the logic quite clearly and there was NO room for flaws. He was speaking truth & reincarnation was 100% real and he explained the process. He answered all my questions and i understood the cycle of death. Then when i confirmed to him that i believed him, i snapped out of it, and came "back to the real world", my friend giggling on my arm.  I realized i was protected beyond means of comprehension here in this life. The shock of coming back to the real world, made me forget almost instantly all the pope had just taught me, as it slipped away like water. 

We arrived at Saint Peter's Square in Vatican City, and my tiny group of friends was standing way in the back by the fountain, as Benedict arrived on the Balcony and raised his staff. I remember burning a fever so strong, from the illness that had consumed my body from what my husband, my Guardian King, had done to me. We entered Saint Peter's Basilica and waited in line to view Pope John Paul II as he lay in his glass coffin like Snow White. You had 3 seconds to view him, then had to move on, armed guards on either side of him ensuring this routine. It was my turn and i got to the front. I stood there and gazed at him. I realized this is where the voice had come from, i was enthralled. i stood longer than 3 seconds, taking him in. As i stared i watched as his chest gently rose and fell, like he was breathing. I could almost see a sick green energy coming from him, emanating towards me and i felt Love. Or the closest thing to love i had ever felt, as we were the same. Sick. I peered at the guards on either side of me, taking them in. They stood silent and gave me my turn. All other patrons had been shooed by the guards at PRECISELY 3 seconds. They gave their signal and used their guns to move each person in line. They never gave me the signal. They stood like silent sentinels. I stood as long as i did, until i heard my teacher call my name from way across the crowded room, and i realized they were all lined up, ready to go. I didn't want to leave. My heart rate and energy had increased exponentially while i stared. to the point a fire was consuming me and had begun to become uncontrollably obvious and spread through the room. I would cause chaos and panic with all this energy, despite it being the Purest, Warmest, Healthiest flow i had ever received or emanated. I got out of the spot to join my tour. I'm not ready for this, i said, i'm only 17. I'll come back for you.

Job 38:31-34 New International Version (NIV)

Can you bind the chains of the Pleiades? Can you loosen Orion's belt? Can you bring forth the constellations in their seasons or lead out the Bear with its cubs? Do you know the laws of the heavens? Can you set up God's dominion over the earth?

A Journey of Transformation (e.g. Plott)

In the midst of an ordinary high school class, I was unexpectedly reunited with a spirit from my childhood—my husband. It had been years since I felt his presence, and yet there he was, dressed in all black, appearing suddenly behind me. I sensed that this encounter would be profound.

He approached me, placing his hands on either side of my hands, and whispered, “You’ll never be the same.” With that, he unleashed a wave of energy that began to dismantle my physical form. What started as a gentle unwinding turned into an intense ordeal, each part of my body subjected to unimaginable torment. I felt every sensation as if it were real, yet I remained still, rooted in place by a mixture of love and jealousy.

The pain escalated until I reached a breaking point when he struck my knees with a force that shattered them. The shock resonated through me, yet I remained silent, the teacher oblivious to my suffering. Once it ended, I struggled to stand, tears streaming down my face as I sought help, masking the true source of my distress.

During this harrowing experience, he revealed glimpses of my future—wispy images flashing before my eyes. I saw a UFO, and within its presence, an angelic figure emerged, embodying my higher self. Surrounded by ethereal posts with piercing blue eyes, I understood the weight of my journey toward healing.

I collapsed in the hallway, awakening to concern from a classmate. Later, a doctor discovered I was on the brink of death due to a bleeding stomach, leading to a diagnosis of Henoch-Schönlein purpura. For months, I was paralyzed, but this painful chapter ultimately transformed me.

This experience was my greatest teacher. It fast-tracked my spiritual evolution, reconnecting me with the warrior and healer I was meant to be. I gained an intimate understanding of anatomy and energy healing, able to communicate insights to medical professionals that stemmed from my own body’s reactions.

Today, I possess a profound ability to heal, a gift cultivated through pain and resilience. My journey has shaped me into someone capable of transforming suffering into strength, guiding others on their paths to wellness. This is the legacy of that encounter—a reminder of the power within us to heal, grow, and transcend.

Revised by Erik G Plott
To read the original version written by Xhuki which is the more graphic version, click here: Me Circa 2007

Circa 2007 (written by Xhuki)

So, my husband, the spirit that came to me as child, appeared behind me one day during a normal class in high school.

I hadn't seen him or heard from him IN YEARS, so long, since I was just a little gurl. Of course I yearned for him and remembered him. But he was dressed in all black ninja clothes, and came suddenly, running behind me. And I knew what this meant.

He came to deliver a "special" type of gift to me. It was to be damage. I didn't run. I sat and let him. He came up to me, put both hands astrally on either side of mine and grabbed me this way saying "you'll never be the same".

Then he began. Astrally, using only [his] energy he began to slowly desecrate and destroy my body. He started with a gentle unwinding through my lips, but started the process indefinitely on my legs. A blade was cast through each of my calf muscles, one, then the other- to the bone. I didn't move a muscle.

He spread to the rest of my body, my wrists, my ankles, every organ had some extreme form of torture or damage done to it's anatomy. I felt the pain as if it was really happening in those moments physically. It was not dulled at all. This lasted about 15 minutes, of every body part taking it's rep, being destroyed.

I remember when he got to my knees. A break happened in the routine. It got suspiciously quiet, I knew and figured he held a giant weapon on them, ready to strike. I could never have been more right. BAM. There it went, a hammer blow to each knee cap, popping them out, and in. They crashed and shattered with a PAIN I will never forget. The dull ache of the shock was resounding. I don't know how I managed to hold still.

I was only SO jealous over this man, he was my Love, my secret. I didn't want anyone knowing about this special one in my life, for fear of loosing or sharing him. I was jealous of the air he breathed, and that's what held me so still in my chair, unable to give any sign to the world of what was happening. The teacher droned on.

After it was over, I finally decided to get up and crawl out of my chair to the back of the room to the teacher. I had a single tear wet on my cheeks. I managed to ask if I could go to the bathroom or the nurses station cause I had a headache, I barely remember what I said.

Also during the process, he showed a encyclopedia to me & had me guess the pages. We landed on the same page.  Again. Again. He showed me my future in wispy, foggy images flashing before me. He appeared to me in a giant, green almost alien looking 👽 head, that got bigger and bigger until I was honest with

it that I thought it was God; but not really, I only thought he was MUCH more intelligent than me, like a God, and that I felt immense Fear. After the fear spread I said ok that's too much
They will feel us, a little, but not too much.

I saw clearly a UFO above me. With a black demon with large curling horns standing next to and supporting an Angel, a lady in all white, beautiful serene & innocent. That angel of a woman was me. My higher self. Or real self.
Surrounding the pair on either side, were two what looked like construction posts. Those rounded slabs of concrete that stick out of the ground(?) One each of those was on either side of us. They had a blue, angelic pair of eyes on themselves.
The posts were white, the blue eyes gazed down at me seeming to look into my very soul, and what it took to get to Heaven. They would not accept less from me.

I collapsed in the hallway. I woke up to my mother's voice. A girl found me, "oh my God, do you need help?!" She asked me, carrying my books.

Later it was found that I almost died and would have been dead within a week because my stomach was bleeding (of course it was) but this was only found because my rheumatologist was an expert at war veterans, and saw that my eyes were jaundiced, which hinted at a bleeding stomach. He was right. I was diagnosed with HSP. Henoch-Schönlein purpura. I was basically paralyzed for four months and couldn't walk, obviously from the damage done to my legs.

But no one knew the real story. I kept it inside. The pain was unimaginable.

This was my biggest life lesson and fast-tracked me to my current level, the one I left off on in my past life-- in Sumeria.

The point was to turn me into a warrior; & a Healer. I understood anatomy after that to a T. To this day still saying things to nurses & doctors about "you know what potassium is really for...." Or "the fibers in that cloth... They are ** and ** aren't they?" I can tell because of my body's reaction to it.

I have an innate ability to heal. I master energy like a second coming of the Christ. I could open a shop where I heal any ailment. They is how good this event pretty much made me. It taught me almost everything I know and everything I am these days.

To read the revised version of this story, check out Erikk G Plott's rendering of it here: A Journey of Transformation

Immortal Souls

When I was a little girl, (age unknown although it was below 10), I told my mom something extraordinary.

--and I told her with telepathy.

I used to observe my mom. And I realized that she was traumatized from some physical pain. She used to shake and hold in her emotions, but I could tell.

I waited years until the right time,... One night it felt right, and I secured some alone time with her as she came to tuck me in.

She sat on my bed while I laid there. I put a tiny hand up to her temple and telepathed her:

"Mom. I want to heal you. I am very, very old. 1000s of years old."

She heard me, and leaned herself into my hand, letting me absorb her pain.

After I felt it, and the scope of what she was facing, I telepathed "thankyou" and slowly put my hand away.

the significance of this blog post is that, this is a physical real world event that i can use to prove of something: by simply asking my mom if she remembers. I have outside validation and proof this way that I had remembered where I came from. I was born with certain memories of my past before I was born as this person. I knew the place, the spirit realm I had come from, and I remember being picked for my mission to heal my mom. This is how i had known i was 1000s of years old, although the real word i wanted to use was "millions" but i didn't want to scare her. I wasn't so sure of her spiritual capacity at that point yet in our lives, so i dialed it down a little and merely told her of my existence being 1000s of years old, and that i had come in with this knowledge and not forgotten it.

We are eternal soul beings. Of immense freedom & support to one another when we are in the spirit realm. There is no reason to fear death. And if this example is not proof enough, i have more coming in my future blogs.

--Xhuki

"I'm testing the limits of what a mind can do"

                                                          -21 Pilots

And a Promise

The promise I made was to the sweetest gem I could ever have found—my "jewel"—Bijou. She was a special case, a puppy mill rescue, and they planned to put her down if she couldn’t rehabilitate in our home.

Days passed, and Bijou lay by her food and water bowls, untouched, trembling as if she believed that merely touching them would bring her punishment. It seemed she would rather perish than confront the risky, untrustworthy humans surrounding her. I was just ten years old.

I loved this dog dearly; we all did. Yet, I couldn't get her to eat or drink. I heard my parents discussing her fate in hushed tones, their distress echoing through the kitchen while I sat beside her, heart heavy.

In that moment, I realized that life is a game ruled by fear. Every choice people make is driven by it, easily swayed into decisions that cause harm rather than good. Fear governs us all.

With these thoughts swirling in my mind, I tiptoed down the staircase. Halfway down, determination surged within me. I understood Bijou. They were trying to play her life as if it were a mere game. She seemed to believe she deserved nothing, perhaps even worse. How could anyone have made her feel that way? She was a beautiful, precious soul in danger.

I sat beside her, gently pulling her into my lap, offering her food and showing her how to drink from the water bowl. In that moment, she looked at me as if I were an angel. We made eye contact—her eyes were filled with trauma, shaking and unfocused, yet I saw the stars reflected within them. In her big brown eyes, the galaxies themselves shone.

I made a promise then: I would make her my baby one day. I envisioned those eyes transformed into a beautiful human girl, the most stunning being in the universe, cherished by many. My mission was clear: I had to bring her into this world and, from there, take her to space. I saw it in her eyes—this was my destiny.

I vowed that I would not leave her to die; I would take her to space, where we would all be together forever. I promised to God Himself, my fingers uncrossed to show my sincerity.

And that is the story of my gem, my Bijou.

born a Jew so she a gemmy 🎵🎶

An Oath

I became very close to the orange cat. We named him Copper after Fox & the Hound. He became like my own soul. 

As i became to be maybe 11 years old, sometimes i would take walks across town at night to go see a friend or get something, or just to walk. I soon discovered that Copper had been following me at night EVERY TIME i went out, keeping a little distance and watching to make sure i was safe. What a sweet baby! The problem is, on the couple days i began to notice this, i saw vaguely in my mind's eye again a silver, very traditional type ufo, following above my cat Copper like a plumbob with a crane neck going down it. This scared the living hell out of me, and the Cat seemed scared by it too, although dually he seemed to be one with it, in shadow, his Great Secret (not unlike the one i had).

Right around this time frame, i took a walk at night and Copper was following me. I stopped as i noticed i was being watched, this was UNUSUAL because i grew up in a small town of a population of only 1,001. I could see and hear two rough, grimy type men standing maybe 2 blocks away from us, looking at the Cat, talking about Us. They wished harm on my cat. It came to me powerful, giving me chills as it set in. I couldn't imagine what type of harm, but i looked at my cat and swore right then that i was making to him more than a promise that i would protect him, that if anything was going on with him, i would be right there with him and fight my hardest and take the hits for him as if he was a precious newborn baby girl or boy to me. The men became afraid.

This wasn't the only time i noticed men in the shadows, gangstalking us. I always sent them threats.

As for the mysterious spaceship, i kept seeing it in my mind's eye. My cat seemed to say "save me" yet understood where it was taking him. Or wanted to take him/do with him. He tried to tell me like it was a secret. I promised it'd be something amazing, it'd be something safe, that God himself couldn't stop it if i needed to protect you from something bad. And that i'd go in your place and recruit the entire universe of good to protect you. Then Copper calmed down.

I also did the best i could to promise him that his soul was MINE, i decided one day at the young age of 11 to reincarnate and control the reincarnations any way possible of this soul. i began doing a white magic voodoo chant. it was natural to me. I drew his/her soul into mine. Promised i'd stay there forever.

got the music in you baby tell me why 🎶🎵

The Lion King & the Fallen God's Chariot Ride

So the story that started it all.

I was just 3 and a half years old, my family had just moved to a new house in a new town. We decided one day to get a cat, a very special cat who is still in my life (yes, believe). I found myself on a sunny farm one day. We went to see a new liter, the mom & her babies. They were all orange little squishballs of perfection. I was so excited to finally be getting a cat, a living animal, because i was tired of playing with my baby dolls, who although i used to love to play with them, had been leaving me feeling a little wanting lately, as they felt "empty" to me, and i wished i had something more like a real baby to practice on, that responded to me and had real life force inside of it. So when i found out about the cat, of course i wanted a girl so she could be my baby doll.

So i go out with this in my mind and mind you i'm only 3 & a half, so tantrums still being a thing. 😅 I had my mind set on getting a girl, i didn't imagine it any other way.

My family, brother, sister, dad, mom.... and I peer down into the little pen. I want this one, look at that one, 

OHH! Look at that one!

The cutest one ever!

WOW the best one there is

That one is _______

Oh my goodness, so _____

My whole family suddenly started exploding, using words i can't quite recall to describe what sounded like an absolute gem. I mean the baddest baddies of cats, but in the purest, most delightful gift-from-god way.

I looked around, where, where was this amazing creature?

My face fell.

THAT one? I looked up at my family, my jaw dropped,... that one?

You seriously are all talking about HIM?!

There was a boy right amongst the pack, lying amongst his brothers and sisters who were innocently and sweetly trying to nap, or nurse. Kicking the living shit out of them. He had these big rabbit feet, just swinging and kicking. He looked like he knew what he was doing. Kicking the shit out of his mom as well, the poor creature only managed to birth and nurse him, and he had the nerve to kick her?!

Oh no i thought.

Oh no, no no.... this is going very wrong. 

I wanted a docile creature to nurse and rock. This guy was from a different planet. 😂 Literally.

we go to grab the cat and start walking towards the car again, a voice suddenly SCREAMS out from the sky "Get that cat! Don't leave without The Cat! YOU CAN'T -DO- IT WITHOUT THE CAT! He's a KING!!!"

i looked around, into the direction in the sky the voice had come from. It sounded like someone used a speaker phone from the sky. In my mind's eye i suddenly saw a ship.... A basic round, silver, circular UAP.

Inside was a man. He sat on a basic, humble, wooden throne with no carvings or etchings. Two men stood on either side, flanking him as if for duty. A white blanket covered him.

I understood instantly why the blanket covered him. It was the highest form of respect and all they could do for him. His body was burned, red, charred.... A tragedy so deep i was immediately paralyzed & forever changed,... but i understood how much PRIDE was in this entire situation. This man had brought the world to it's knees. That's all this could mean. He was obviously a King himself, having seated on the throne. I knew he was coming from the future. Or should i say "them". I so focus on only this man..... "That's my husband." I thought. Could it be... A King that had brought the World to it's knees? A world of criminality, depravity, and torture hidden amongst its ranks? A world of rare jewels and innocence living precariously and half-heartedly amongst all those said things that could happen to a person. My mind raced.

To stand out in this world like this, to attract this kind of attention. To live safe in this world, you must keep your head down. And even then there are no guarantees. But this. To stand out like such a blazing torch of anti-conformity to the old ways.... could you really do it? Could you really walk this path? I was 3 and a half years old. I saw what was my destiny, and being asked of me, and was possible my future. This King... IS my husband. My heart broke. I never, in all my  years, felt such sadness. I couldn't bear to see him, yet i couldn't look away cause i yearned and i loved him so... the yearning was unimaginable. So was the feeling of agony over his loss & his state of being at this time, having won the battle of the Earth. Here is an excerpt a dear friend wrote, 

The fallen god's chariot ride is actually a metaphor for his internal experience, a nostalgic recollection of flight, fueled by his vivid imagination. The loss of his physical sight and wings as he burned entering and in reality creating the carbonised plane of existence called Earth.. only amplifies his reliance on the faculty of imagination, which ultimately gives rise to the manifestation of infinite forms of manifest reality. ...Hathor's gentle gesture as a soothing balm stroking his back where once wings had been... Soothes the solar gods emotional and physical pain..(right hemisphere to left hemisphere interaction) ....inside the chariot he begins to imagine he can fly once again and relives the Golden Age once more within Gan Keshet (cerebrospinal centre).

It's a poignant tale of rebellion and self-sacrifice... The notion that the fallen angel or solar Gods..defiance was motivated by a desire to aid humanity rather than defy God as the central energy challenges traditional notions of his character. The imagery of God weeping over the fallen angel's fate suggests a deep sense of sorrow and regret, underscoring the magnitude of the fallen angel's sacrifice. 

(Central fountain)

Cosmic Light

Watch this short video to glimpse a photo of my birth mark, which is in the clear shape of a solar system, also the shape of a eternity symbol, with stars & planets & a sun and shaded background. It is a star map. ✨ 

Cosmic Light

Sumerian Pt. II

So this Male Voice of mine was a dear secret friend. And mind you, i didn't hear the voice in my head. I wasn't hearing voices in my head.

I Could hear him coming from outside my head. Speaking physically as if near me. That and that i could feel him touch me was of course one of the ways i knew 100% it was real. A real encounter with a outside, highly advanced Ancient being who loved me and was a male warrior. I wondered what he wanted with me. But my next story adds some insight into that..

I was groomed by Him. I know with all going on in Hollywood right now, that this does not warrant a 'good' term or sound so very good.

But i didn't mind. I was also very advanced for my age, starting at age 3 (**coming in next blog), even though i was just a little girl.

We had many encounters where i could tell He was romantically in love with me.

I saw what he looked like one day. A blonde, skinny, attractive man in his 20s. He came to me and sat on a rock, and we had a private encounter.

I'm not going to speak about the encounter, because it is private, but in the end of it i told him "You wouldn't hurt me like you say you would, you are in love with me. You love me because of my Heart."

He had warned me that if i don't stop asking him something, there would be consequences.

As i said, groomed.

(**Wait till next blog to find out deeper, about this mysterious Figure, and its impact in my life. A story you wouldn't believe. I have stories to tell you that set this world ablaze with magic, mystery, ancient beings, warriors, and intrigue -Chuki.)

Sumerian

This all started when I was young. I had a friend and a voice that would accompany me, and appear in my room.

I know i was younger than 6 when this started happening, as i lost the ability to hear the Voice as i got a little older, maybe around 8. The last day i heard it, i thought, i'm going to go down and tell my mom, i want to show her something real positive, something about Spirit being involved, and for her to feel good. So i should share my sunshine with her. In doing this i figured the Voice would be a little possessive, and sad that i had shared Him with the world, but i thought he would understand it was a weighed con and worth it because it was my mom. But i figured, "this'll probably be the last time or the last times that i hear this voice. As i'm getting older, i know i will loose the connection when i'm older, as children can't always keep their strong connection to spirit.

I was right. That ended up being the very last time i ever heard from my friend, the Sumerian Voice..

when i told my mom about it, she said "Yeah, i heard about that. They call it "The Voice of God" Note: I looked up later in life, in my 20s and found out there is a thing called The Voice of God technology. So me telling my Mom this in the 90s and her having that response is amazing!

Anyways, we didn't get internet in our house until it started becoming available around 1997. I was born dec 17, 1989, so I age in constant with the years. For example, i was 7 in 1997, etc.

So me hearing this disembodied spirit voice was already happening BEFORE 1997, and i got internet.

That means: I DID NOT HAVE THE ABILITY TO LOOK IT UP**.

I have strong instincts. I got this feeling, the language he is speaking in is not English. Its a dead language.... "It's Sumerian" I said. Had i ever heard this word from an adult or anywhere else before? No way! Could i look up on the internet that the oldest known language is Sumerian? No! Internet wasn't even available. 

But I dead on had it come to me. "It's Sumerian." Thats how i know that, because later when we got internet and i got to be a teenager, i could look and had of course heard that Sumerian was the oldest known language. It dropped in the core of my stomach like a sweet, heavy fruit. I was right. I had been right in in tuning the language of my long lost Voice: My Love!

I loved this Voice very much. It was an ancient.... Ancient male warrior. He was very strong. So much so it scared me much and i thought "getting close to you is going to hurt. It's going to hurt me one day. But you know what, you deserve that because YOU are a warrior, and i wouldn't leave you alone, and i Love you, and if i ever tried to run, i would not, and if i felt the need, i would come clearly to you and tell you first. I am loyal. I am here. I will go through the ends of the earth, your past, your present, your future, and all your pains with you."

This thing was the light of my life. (and also had become and always been the Love of my Life.) It was my secret to keep from my friends, to keep from the world. I would never tell until the time was right if it benefited him & I, our mission, and the world at larger.

I lived two lives. one everyone saw and knew, a normal happy, busy kid of the 90s with friends and a family.

But when i'd be alone in my room sometimes i lived a double life.

He would come to me suddenly.

One day I remember thinking that everyone makes fun of everyone and considered stooping to their level,

NO !!! The Voice came in and seemed to say.

He gave me a big, warm hug. I could feel his heat and power. He wrapped me in the warmest embrace i will never forget, and told me in Sumerian "No... You stay Open. You Stay You." It's very important, he seemed to say.

I can only imagine at what was actually being said in Sumerian. The worlds were clear and deep, the enticing way of a warrior sounding through them as always.

I've never forgotten this experience.