Dear fellow travellers, OH team and everyone tuning into the story.

At the end of the trip, returning to Atlantis and travelling back and forth in time, this adventure is turning into another story - unlike anything else in my life. Coming back to my home in the woods🌳, I'm writing this message in order to grasp the awareness of what might have taken place.

The Gods must be crazy

It's been our last day in the Giza, visiting the pyramid complex for the second time. After the camel ride, I have found some solitude on the slope overlooking the pyramids. As I've ceremoniously anchored some of the higherdimensional energies, an empty bottle of Coca cola in the sand has crossed my Path, whilst returning to my camel guide. "The Gods must be crazy", the titlle of the movie where the same bottle lands amidst Bushman village - immediately captured the sense of what has been going on.

In the story of Bushmen tribe, the gift from the Gods gradually turns into the curse, as the chaos and conflict arose. One of the tribe members, eventually embarks on the journey of taking the bottle towards the end of the world and bringing it back to the Gods.

Yes indeed, it has been a part of the journey in detecting and removing some of the "etheric gifts" that the ancient Gods of the Egypt brought with themselves and installed in the energy fields of ourselves, as well as the planet.

Return of the (liberated) heart

Valley of the kings gave an impression of the place, where stories from the past tried strongly to make sense. Yet hidden under the flat (rocky) surface, the layers of deception are built upon each other. After the group ceremony, I found some quiet space for myself to get the sense of the energy that is present within those rocks in the desert. Synhronistically, the tiny heart was shown to me. Resembling the human perspective about afterlife, different traditions might have undertaken countless ways of preparing/accompanying the Souls in times of transition.

The immediate effect of energy work in the area has been clearly shown. Illuminating some of the distorted practices, where souls are actually locked "down", rather than reaching towards higher (lighter) layers of consciousness. Equalizing with the capacity of harnessing the universal flow of energy, it felt as if my heart was liberated from the sense of "false expansion" governed by the Ra energy.

Infusing through all layers into the density

The sense of liberated expression felt destabilizing to the degree. Those travelling with me, could witness some kind of shock in my body-mind system going on, leaving me ungrounded on some occasions. My experience of the trip in Abu simbel was shown to me as the clear example of how many Starsouls feel in the current environment on Earth. With the sense of being lost and having difficulties in connecting with my body, I remember grounding through breakthrough-breathing at the particular location around temple. Reflection that was immediately offered in the stone was immaculate.

In order to truly integrate the sense of One's Soul in this density, the infusion needs to happen through all layers of earthly existence. It felt as if I have been accommodating the presence of intervention, allowing it to "infect" my operating system up to the point, where I can override it with the resonant frequencies of my own being.

African story

I failed. The sense of remorse has been with me, as long as I can remember. On many occasions I've been living this life as if it is a sad burden. It's been a tumultuous process of coming towards the space, where I could fully embrace the energetic background of my human existence. In some way it's been like the Wounded agent of Truth, lost in the shadow of my own being.

I failed, literally. The moment of the "collapse" in the Temple of Isis has taken me out of the body, once more. Yet in vulnerabilty of my human expression, amplified by the tremendous group of Souls - I could finally let go. There is no blaming "me" anymore, this downgrade simply happened.

As I found the stone in the shape of the African continent, I realized that this has been my version of embracing the Truth of the African story. One, that might have begun with Lucy falling from the skies as one of the original humans. When infamously encountered hybridization it has been simply playing out one of the original mistakes. Getting lost myself in physicality, what a wondrous journey!

More pieces of woods, back in the forest.

Sitting on the banks of the river and swimming in the Nile seemed to be unwinding the next level of alchemy. The "infinite potential", that might become more readily available to tap in my life onwards. The ancient touch of the journey has activated yet another layer of memories from the stars. Tuning into the frequencies of various star races and feeling their resonance in regards to humanity, this adventure seems like the next step in the process of realingment. The dream of the Universe keeps manifesting through our very own human lives, might we be willing to capture the glimpses of it.

This way, piece of wood, has been offered to me as the souvenir on the free-willing journey at the end of the trip. Once being a part of the palm tree in Aswan, it speaks to me as the magic broom. Acting like a cleansing mechanism for outdated stories and even equipped with the bird feather, it has some slight angelic touch to it. Eventually, one has to clean the dust, that has been swept under the carpet.

Releasing the baggage from the travels by integrating the main puzzle pieces into this story, the words fail to make justice in order to convey the scope of all that has shifted for me in last pilgrimage. Reconnecting with the benevolent group of higher-dimensional presence, the feeling of being held by the hand opened a doorway towards liberated aspect of myself.

Thanks to everyone for weaving together those tremendous field reconfigurations, and holding a space for my own transformations. It's been a wonderful sense of family for me, and it makes me very humble, being a part of it all

With love and blessings 👼🎩😇

Miha💚