“Ancient practices combined with today’s technology keep the masses hypnotized in the domain of magnetism and the transmutation of metals into universal medicines, the complete power over psychological, neurological and electrical levels.” (Author/Researcher Gianni Alexander)
… keeps the masses hypnotized in the domain of magnetism …
… the transmutation of metals into universal medicines, the complete power over psychological, neurological and electrical levels …
This is why the curator of human life force feels he “owns” the flesh suits, energy, mental, spirit/soul, of humanity if they use their “medicine” …
They taught you the heart was just a glorified meat pump. That it squeezes and pushes blood like some crude mechanical device. A hydraulic engine made of flesh. That is what they want you to believe. Because if you buy into that primitive lie, you never ask deeper questions.
But it is false. It has always been false. And the real science proves it.
Dr Francisco Torrent-Guasp, a Spanish cardiac researcher, discovered what the textbooks refuse to acknowledge, that the heart is not a pump. He dissected thousands of hearts and found that the heart is a single continuous muscle band, folded into a spiral. He proved the heart works like a vortex generator, creating suction and torque, not pressure.
He called it the Helical Ventricular Myocardial Band and it changes everything.
The real movement of blood comes from pressure differentials, electromagnetic flow, and coherent resonance. The blood spirals naturally. It does not need to be forced through miles of arteries and capillaries. That idea is beyond stupid. The so-called pump is not strong enough to push thick fluid through 60,000 miles of tubing. That is basic physics. That lie was dead on arrival.
Here is the truth. Blood moves before the heart forms in the embryo. It flows via frequency, resonance, and electric charge. The body is a field, not a factory.
Your heart creates a toroidal electromagnetic field that radiates six metres from the body. This field syncs with the Earth, the Sun, and every living being around you. It is a resonator. A tuner. A conductor. It aligns the rhythm of your cells. It feels. It remembers. It emits. And it responds to emotion, thought, light, sound, and breath.
When you feel love, grief, fear, or peace, your heart transmits it. It is the central frequency modulator of your biology. Not a fucking pump.
And the institutions know this. The HeartMath Institute has measured these fields for decades. They know the heart has more neuronal cells than parts of the brain. They know it is a second brain. They know coherence in the heart transforms the entire nervous system.
So why are they still teaching children a 400-year-old guess from William Harvey that has never been updated?
Because if you knew the truth, you would never accept statins or beta blockers again. You would understand that trauma, emotion, and disconnection break the heart field, not cholesterol. You would stop obeying the medical cartel and start tuning your body like the intelligent frequency field it is.
They do not want coherent humans. They want disrupted, inflamed, fragmented people who rely on drugs to survive. That is the business model. And the fake heart pump lie is central to it.
Your heart is not a pressure valve. It is a vortex. A field tuner. A resonating gateway between physical and energetic worlds.
It is the instrument of your soul. And it has been hijacked by science that refuses to evolve.
These misogynist masculine’s object about this womans ability to handle responsibility, to perform necessary tasks required from this position she’s been gifted. They’re told she is a multi-tasker …
Just because she makes it looks easy does not mean she’s cutting corners or omitting any of the necessary tasks. Just because it looks easy doesn’t mean it isn’t hard, requiring focus and concentration. Just because she keeps her cool under pressure doesn’t mean she’s sluffing off responsibility. She has speed and efficiency they cannot comprehend.
I think they’re just mad because she’s a young, beautiful, capable divine feminine, a true organic original divine feminine. They see her as a child even though her soul is ancient. She is eternal youth and they cannot grasp the concept that she is not what they see. Their limited thinking has them in a tiny box and they believe everything and everyone needs to get inside that box. They believe it is “they” who ought to command her essence and performance.
They cannot compute the idea of a muti-tasking, Organic, ORIGINAL, speed processor, transmitter receiver of the Divine, a HUman Being they thought they had caused extinction for, who enjoys continuously improving on methods, timing, quality, output … adding efficiency and value to her soul, as she shares efforts with her community.
She is not AI, she is what AI has modelled themselves after, and she outshone them, out-performed them, and did it with a smile and happiness in her heart. She is a Daughter of God, and has earned this position, FAIRLY, under the greatest duress her “opponent” could offer.
They themselves say she is sanctified, she’s a savior (because she helps those in need), she’s anointed, she is spontaneity itself, instinctive, there are no patterns, only flow. These who long to possess and control cannot track or compile strategy without patterning.
It’s throwing them off, making them “mad” and they’re losing their minds. These who operate on ROTE and PATTERNS despise that the one operating in flow, divinely connected, slipped through somehow, even with the greatest pressure they could apply. God works miracles all the time … it’s what flow and love of life offers.
They are talking about an intervention. They’re talking about reputation. The curator wants her presence eliminated. He’s told to back off. He doesn’t want to obey commands. He’s accustomed to giving commands.
You have permission to inhabit your own life. To say no To say yes. To inhabit your own knowing Your own body, And all you allow or do not allow within it.
To love who you love. To feel. To inhabit anger, contentment, joy. And heavy sorrow. To be full of strength, and to know weakness.
Permission to stand for something. Or to walk away. To find rest. To tell your story. To give or take what is yours, And to never explain why you leave — Or why you stay.
You have permission, grand permission, to have a voice. And to use it. And to let others have theirs too. To add your voice to the Grand Mosaic, Your brilliant tile to humanity, and not be silenced.
You have permission to tell the truth and to let others tell theirs. Or to be in quiet. To choose to engage in the old wars To win the game. To lose it, or to stand firm. –Or to find something higher.
To know. –When not to listen, Or when to be cracked open. To let the silver spores of being, infuse your life Or to watch your tender soul unfurl, and come to flower.
You have permission to be Wild. So wild To live in, under, to live through. To experience belief. And what it is to follow. To Lead, Or to gather all you own, your whole being, if need be, and take up your sacred path.
You have permission to live in your full truth today, Even if it that truth is gone, tomorrow. To be reborn. Stunned like a babe, gasping from the womb, only to find rest in the warmth and soft breast of new Knowing.
You have permission to follow the call of your soul — Even if it doesn’t make sense. Even if it is inconvenient. Even if it only forms more questions — Even if it only brings you freedom, Or a heavy burden.
For you are not a herd beast. You are a Being of Light Individuating your way out of the sleeping tribe. You are an archangel, exalted to human, Spreading the great arms of your wings into Life.
You are a Boat Builder, A Clock Maker, A Worker at the Compass. Full of beauty. Complexity, and magnificent contradiction.
You, my dear, are a Singer of the Soul.
Never, Ever, ask for permission.
~ Rachel Alana (R.A Falconer) Midwives of the Soul
Time to clear The name of RA which was hijacked by Marduk (anunnaki), sought to appropriate the name and authority of RA, not as a flame of creation—but as a tool of control.
He claimed dominion over “RA” to insert himself as a false solar god, using solar symbolism to manipulate perception, enslave through awe, and mask energetic dominion over Earth’s power grids and human consciousness.
This began a long distortion where the true Sun, the divine source of freedom, became associated with wrath, judgement, and surveillance.
☀️Surya (the Sun god in hindu tradition) vs. False Solar Constructs
Surya remains untouched in his essence—his light flows through the inner sun, the heart’s remembering, never external control.
✨️With deep reverence, beloved here is Solar Purification Mantra—a sacred code to reclaim the name RA in truth, and restore the original Solar Flame across all timelines:
“Ra, hidden by shadow, is now revealed. Merged with Surya and the Divine Light of Truth. Ra is Truth—not the false throne of Marduk. I AM the sovereign light. I AM the living sun—may peace rise for all.”
How to Use This Mantra:
Speak or chant it facing the sunrise, candlelight, or golden sky.
Visualize a veil lifting from around the Sun, revealing pure light.
Feel the distortion dissolve—not with anger, but illumination.
“Let no name hold power over you unless it carries love”
“The need for vengeance is in the history”, sayeth the Lord.
Enemies want to punish the Mother. Future proves past … it’s one of their favorite sayings … but I don’t think this is the story they were expecting. Big celebrations!
Decided to go out for a while after work. The day ended early for us at the shop.
On the way to my outing, I received a few messages.
Wise, or Clever
The channel from earlier today, in the video above, carried a specific message of something or someone being “unparalleled”. Nothing better, supreme, unmatched.
Perhaps it is time.
Decided to go for lunch.
Treating my Inner Divine and “Saving the Planet”, he said.
It may be time to infuse the vapors with a healing. Perhaps this is another reason the curator seems to be so upset about adaptogens.
May we rise up out of the ashes completely. May we never forget where we came from, and what got us there. May this movement forward bring happiness and joy, An unending appreciation for where we currently are, And the potentials of our Future Creation. Let us never look back, no return to what made us, the pain that forged us into who we are. Let us release the burden. We’ve learned those lessons. Let Us Heal. Let us Love again. Aho. Amen. Wado.
When younger, I sang competition jazz. A couple of the women from our choir and I would often sing harmonious sound together between classes. We’d be outside just belting it out; such wonderful sounds it’d make one shiver. I have always loved harmony; it’s in my Soul.
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