18/09/2025
Equinox blessings, Beloved. đ
Can you feel it? The universe is mid-celebration. Change is in the airâclean, bright, undeniable.
We are in the labor of becoming. Humanity is crowning into the fifth dimension and, like every sacred birth, the contractions can acheâfear, trembling, release. Yet as every mother knows, the gift that arrives on the other side is worth every breath, every tear, every push. We are evolvingâby necessity, by design, by love.
We are safe. We are loved. Help has arrived as Light and Love from higher realms, quickening the Higher Self in those ready to peel back the veil. The prison of thought thins with the egoâs soft death, and the auraâs pain-body loosens its grip. From the Solar PlexusââI feelââwe rise. We choose coherence over possession. We choose presence over program.
I adore the human being, in every octave and mood. No other light-being Iâve met holds such a wide spectrumâemotion, frequency, vibration, depth. It is our greatest blessing when connected to Selfâand our trickiest curse when disconnected.
We forgot who we are. We turned on each other, on our home, on our own breath. From a cosmic vantage, Earth began behaving like a body at war with itself. The diagnosis is not destiny. The cure is remembrance.
Yes, the awakening is real. To embody 5D we must first tell the brave truth about our 3D. Spiritual responsibility is the portal: to witness where we have fed fear, blame, guilt, hatred and to metabolise those charges into ownership, intention, compassionate action. (3-6-9) This is alchemy. This is maturity.
This is love in motion.
With remembrance comes union. We feel the threadâeverything and everyone, one body of Light learning itself. To harm the self is to bruise the Whole. The abyss many of us just climbed out ofâthat was the debt settling, the old roles dissolving. The slate is clean. In this conscious form, I live astonished, daily.
We have stepped into the Throat Chakra of the collectiveââI speakââand only truth rings here. Communication amplifies: with Higher Self, with each other, with the All across realms, densities, frequencies. Polarities are softening. Bridges appear where walls stood. The invitation is simple and sovereign: surrender to peace, to what is and has always been.
Let us remember our origin, our purpose, and the changes we came to midwife. Open your heart. Open your mind. I offer this in my voice, my way, to help us go deeper.
Now, a tender exampleâour neighbour's, the Reptilians. Notice what that word stirs in your body. The term âalienâ has been tuned to a fearful frequency; programming did that. Energy is sound, sound is code. Words carry charge. The alchemist in you can retune any wordâany memoryâby intent.
I feel there is vast misunderstanding here. As with all fourth-density and all-frequency beings of light, there are spectrumsâsome aligned, some opposed, all with agency and mission. Free will is the fulcrum. From a low-frequency lens, difference looks like a threat; from a higher lens, difference is design. Our task now is not to obsess over the skies but to take radical care of the human field. Most presences are more protective than we realise.
The densest âdemonsâ we wrestle are our own unhealed fragmentsâand they cannot ride at a fifth-dimensional speed.
Until we stop labelling to control what we do not yet understand, we will keep projecting fear onto the unknown. Fear is the reflex of an untended nervous system; love is the response of a regulated soul. Dissolve the idol of âgood versus bad.â Retire the costumes and boundary lines that made us feel safe while keeping us small. See with the heart. Create from the truth you embody, not the story you inherited.
Truth is truth. It doesnât bargain. The sharpest lies hide in almost-truth, and the darkest shadows huddle beneath the brightest halos. We are done with that theater. We are here to evolve beyond it.
So: surrender to Love. Breathe the chest open. Unlearn the labels. Lay down the old armors and justâbe. Let us remember we are the âaliens,â the new visitorsâambassadors of a cleaner timeline. If some feared our arrival, let our conduct calm the cosmos. Let history not repeat but resolve.
Letâs say hello before we reach for a weapon, humans. Our future is listening to the frequency of our introductions. If we cannot rise to 5D, 3D will keep turning against itself. But I feel it: we are ready. The equinox is our threshold. Step through. â¨
With love,
KyRa đ
