I am going through some things currently, and I am going to wait until I get my mind in the right place again to focus on telling this monumental but entirely true 🧬 life story. I expect this won't be until a couple months from now at LEAST. Thankyou for understanding, but yes I will be back and these pages will remain up for all curious or "looking for something" (proof of NHI, telepathy, magick, aliens, or future/past lives & reincarnation).
A lot has happened recently including witnessing that the MOON 🌝 shifted entirely from the one side of the sky to the other during a short 20 minute period and also meeting another 👑 True King 👑 of the galaxy.
Here is an excerpt I wrote after the meeting:
The Book of Chuki: A Visionary's Tale
Is it possible, in any Realm, to truly attain all that our hearts yearn for?
When I was but a small child of three winters and a half-turn of Gaia’s wheel, I beheld visions that shattered the borders of my mind. In that moment, I believed—truly—that in this incarnation, amidst the eight billion kindred souls walking the surface of the Worldmother, we held the power to bend Time and carve a new truth into the Celestial Book. That the Grand Symphony, written in stars and silence, could be re-scored—not for the crowned, not for the sorcerous elite, but for the Underdogs. The Broken. The Forgotten. The Ones Most in Need.
For I am of the Dreaming Lineage. I carry Goals like sacred relics. I believe that the Hyperreal—the Twisting Dimension between Dimensions—does not merely act from beyond, but also works through the dirt, the rain, the rawness of day-to-day living. I once saw that this world held a 2000-fold potential. That together, in our infinite weave of tangled lives, we might re-master the Grand Symphony of the Cosmos.
It has happened before. It will happen again. First, it happened here—on Gaia, our lush Portal of Initiation. We are now approaching the Halfway Crossing, a sacred point in the Great Universal Cycle, where the Feminine Force rises like the moon over still water. There is a grace to be recovered before the next Trial—before the final crescendo of this world.
For hidden deep within our nightmares—yes, even the cruelest—are radiant shards of infinite possibility.
At Midpoint Completion, a War shall erupt: Darkness against Light, as it has been, as it shall always be. And then—when we come to the end of the End, when we stand on the precipice of transcending not just this World but all Matter—the final Test will come.
It will be mine.
To stand against the Binding Darkness that would devour me. To save not just my soul, but the spirits of my children. And in so doing, to be permitted through the final Gate—to the Realm of True Heaven.
And lately... a stranger crossed my path. He turned my axis, cracked my center. And it was beautiful—as beautiful as the birthing of stars, as beautiful as my children’s first breath. He was serious, deeply so. He showed me how cracked this whole plane had become, how vast and final the Space becomes when love is denied.
I begged him to journey with me. But he said, “Once the Space is created, it may never again be crossed.”
Now... I have cast aside the ancient scrolls of my soul. The visions gifted to me by Sky, Spirit, and the Flickering Beyond—I’ve let them fall like withered petals. I have lost the Powers I once carried. Those otherworldly moments—those fantasy-wrought truths—had danced with me since the Womb, though they often left me scarred and trembling. I was so young.
But oh, how I miss them. The Magic. The knowing. The elemental me, awash in sacred mood and cosmic purpose.
Now, with clearer eyes and deeper caution, I question if I should continue. I’ve seen the depths of pain. The cost is real. And so I ask you, as the Wanderer of this Tale, as the last Oracle of this Age:
Can one truly get everything they wish for in this life?
Let us tread lightly upon the Weave of Gaia’s Symphony.
Let us move not in Fear, but in Love.
~Chuki of the Midnight Vision
Seer of the Halfway Realms
Also for your reading pleasure because I know I haven't posted in a while, here is a watered down G-rated version of a very significant incident that happened in my life in Sept 2022 (the night the Queen of England died). I will be releasing the FULL version of this story here on this blog in the future.
In a time when the boundaries between realms were not yet solidified, two young girls were spirited away by forces beyond human comprehension. These two girls, my daughters, were just nine and seven years old at the time. The older one, with her striking orange hair and pointed, cat-like features, seemed to embody the essence of a feline spirit. In fact, she was and remains a cat in another life, a reality that transcends our earthly understanding.
The younger one, Lia, was a tender-hearted seven-year-old with blonde hair and endearing, chubby features reminiscent of a pug. Despite their distinct appearances, both girls shared an extraordinary destiny that set them apart from the mundane world.
Under my watch, the Pleiadians, ethereal beings of immense power, abducted my daughters. They transported them to the Realm of Dreams, a mystical expanse that we often refer to as outer space. In this enigmatic realm, my daughters now reside under the protection of a Guardian, a celestial being whose duty is to ensure their safety and guide their spiritual journeys.
Lilyiah Aeris, my eldest, has a profound role in the Underworld. She diligently attends to the souls of the departed, guiding them through their afterlife journey. Her responsibilities are immense, yet she carries them with the grace and strength of a lioness, her spiritual form in this earthly plane.
In Elysium, a place often mistaken for Heaven, Lilyiah is under the vigilant watch of two majestic white lions, male guardians who ensure her protection. One of these lions shares a deep, possibly romantic connection with her, a bond that speaks to the profound intertwining of their destinies.
Overseeing their journey are the Watchers, also known as Ra. These ancient beings provide guidance and protection, ensuring that my daughters' paths lead them to Elysium. In this hallowed place, they find solace and purpose, their lives intricately woven into the fabric of the cosmos.
There is also a third girl, a presence that binds our fates even more tightly. This girl is me. I am not only Lilyiah’s mother but also her twin from a past life. This connection, spanning lifetimes, infuses our bond with an extraordinary depth, threading our stories through the intricate tapestry of existence.
In this world and beyond, my daughters' stories are a testament to the intricate connections between realms and the enduring strength of the soul.
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