Greetings Good Listeners,
I was about to send a private channeled message to those who have already joined MY BUTTERFLY SANCTUARY aka our 4-month Ancestral Think Tank and Artist Retreat.
I was so happy to welcome them in, and share a message of support that is directly for those who choose to join.
Then I thought, why don’t I make this message available to the public?
That way, you can listen to the message. If it speaks to you, and you know it’s for you…
This is your sign to join our Butterfly Sanctuary Now.
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And then, as I was writing out the message, I was like OH SHIT!! This is TOE-TALLY EPISODE EIGHT of our series, “The Truth About What Art Can Do, in times of genocide.”
WE HAVE ONE MORE DAY LEFT IN THIS SERIES. THIS EPISODE SOMEHOW BROUGHT EVERYTHING TOGETHER IN A MAGICAL, UNEXPECTED (EVEN TO ME) AND INEVITABLE CONCLUSION THAT CAN ONLY BE ACHIEVED WHEN YOU LET THE ANCESTORS SING THROUGH YOU.
In the first episode, Why Would I Screw Up This Launch, we ended on a cliffhanger: is Shaunga the Human going to help her Inner Wisdom Keeper out of the hole in the ground?
Or she is going to let the Wisdom Keeper die?
In this episode, we explore what it means for the Wisdom Keeper to stay alive.
It is also a direct message to those who have already joined the Butterfly Sanctuary. If that’s you, please look out for an official message after doors close!
To check out all episodes in this series, VISIT THIS WEBPAGE>>
If this is the first episode you’re listening to – that is totally cool, because we’re a multiverse timeline series! You can start wherever you like.
After this, we recommend going back into the series and checking out the rest of the episodes. You’ll find so many cool easter eggs!
Here’s the Message / Episode Eight
“Dear Wisdom Keeper: The Seatbelt is Fastened.”
or, “What Stories Are For, During Times of Genocide, or Times of Anything“
You can listen to the episode as a raw, unedited village voice note, or read the episode below.
I recommend listening to my voice share this transmission: it is incredibly powerful.
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This afternoon, I took a moment to energetically connect to the spirit of my BUTTERFLY SANCTUARY, and I immediately was brought down into my body, into a deep space of peace in the mind and rest in the heart.
Just as immediately, an image came through.
It’s a gorgeous lake, full of shimmering, still water.
There are trees surrounding the lake, and a mountain in the background.
There’s a mix of trees. I can see different kinds of Evergreen trees. Pine trees, Birch trees. I hear my Ancestors say: “Cedar trees too.” There are maybe some others that I don’t know by name. I see some trees have branches that carry small red berries.
Then I see a Giant Rainbow, descending from the sky, almost like a UFO.
It doesn’t feel like a regular rainbow. It feels more…tangible. I don’t think it’s made of solid material.
But it’s not as translucent as regular rainbows either. The colours are VERY vivid.
Like a painting…that’s on purpose.
It’s not like, oh I’m not sure if I want to be this colour. It’s like – no, these are my colours. Certain and real and tangible.
The rainbow is so present. It’s like, I’m not just an accent on this picture. I’m not just a nice thing in the background to ooh and aah over. I’m on purpose.
The presence of the rainbow in this landscape is strong like, it could be a handle on a bag or a suitcase. Like if you were to pick up this entire landscape, you could – just by holding the rainbow like a handle and lifting it up gently.
I ask the rainbow – is this part of your medicine? Is this your offering?
Yes. The rainbow says. I want to re-mind you that you may carry this peace in your mind, and rest in your heart wherever you go in life.
Wherever you go, here I am.
I’m sitting here with this image, and I hear a voice echoing throughout the sky. It’s like an even larger Giant speaking. Like, if the entire landscape and beyond had a voice, this would be it.
The voice is offering a message directly to those who are gathered here in Shaunga’s Butterfly Sanctuary.
Your journey is secure.
Your wealth is secure.
Your wherewithal is secure.
Your money is secure.
Your liberation is secure.
Your happiness is secure.
Your love for the universe is secure.
Your adventure is secure.
Your rest is secure.
Your tools and gifts are secure.
Your process is secure.
Your healed and healing intimacy is secure.
Your unique version of the dawson’s creek friend life is secure…
you know like, walking bear feet through the sand in slow motion laughing with each other like you’re an after school dentist commercial
Returning to relationships and experiences that re-mind you of the laughter you are capable of…IS SECURE.
Your safe experience of fame is secure.
Your root chakra success is secure.
That your failures and losses will be protected and resourced, is secure.
Your grand celebration of life, 40 years forward and backward, and beyond is secure.
Your personal gates of intitiation are secure.
Your books, plays, podcasts, musicals, live concerts, talk shows, tours, sound healing, storytelling & visual art albums, sagas, enterprises & all artistic planetary contributions you have not yet dared to imagine – they are all secure.
Your appreciation is secure.
Your generosity and reciprocity is secure.
Your love is secure.
Your grief is secure.
Your unique ceremony is secure.
Your ancestral tasks are secure.
Need we go on?
Your life is secure.
Your death is secure.
Your thriving village is secure.
I understand what this rainbow is showing me. As it descends gently, firmly, certainly.
It’s not just coming down, it’s clicking into place.
That is probably the most striking part of this whole image, like that’s the part my Ancestors most want me to see.
This isn’t just a picture of a rainbow and a peaceful landscape, it’s the rainbow clicking into place.
The image is wants me to see with great focus, this specific moment – that the rainbow lands and SECURES itself in the landscape.
I can hear the sound. The clicking in, locking in.
It’s like when you click the handles of a suitcase in place.
It’s like buckling up your seatbelt before lift off on a plane, or a rocket.
It’s like, you better make sure you securely fasten that seatbelt before the rollercoaster starts moving.
Now I can hear the noises of an airplane getting ready for lift off. It’s really prominent. My clairaudience is almost taking over my clairvoyance.
The vision itself wants to make sure I understand the truth of what is happening in this moment.
I see the rainbow clicking into the land again, securing itself into the ground like a seat belt. I see it happening repeatedly, even though it’s only happening once. It only NEEDS to happen once – that’s how certain it is.
But it’s almost like, the film crew is showing me several different angles they captured of the same moment because they know I’m the director.
They want to make sure I see this entirely, in its full capture.
They really need me to see this: Mama. The Seatbelt Is Fastened.
You know what it’s like when you’re on the rollercoaster, and there’s no turning back?
It starts to move and you’re like: wait do these seatbelts actually work? Can I get a second opinion? I don’t think I thought this through!
No, you can’t. Stay here.
I know what it’s like in that moment. You just have to put away the doubt, or else you won’t survive.
It’s not about taking the high road. You can either choose the panic attack, or the heart attack, or the really bad decision of attempting to jump out of this thing while it’s already in motion, or you can put away the doubt and trust the design.
Trust the architecture of this movement.
Trust how it was built.
You wouldn’t have gotten on the ride in the first place – you wouldn’t have gotten this far in life – IF YOUR TRUST WERE NOT ALREADY SECURE.
You’re fine, she says.
The voice of the Great Mother.
I got you. Trust me.
Please, my love. Fret not.
Please know that you are secure in life,
and in death.
Please know this every day
and just focus on what matters.
Let go of the Vow of Poverty
…just let it go.
Let it fall away like papier mache.
If the child needs to grieve, let him grieve.
Delete this Vow of Poverty, the one that has you constantly questioning whether or not you’re gonna get what you need in life
…or in death.
This is the nature of the vow of poverty that has haunted us for generations.
It’s an energetic and material pattern that causes widespread despair in the personal and planetary body.
It’s what cuts us off from experiencing our FULL ORBIT, that is our birth right.
It’s what makes our heart bottom out.
It’s what leaves us in the cold.
It’s what makes us not want to live.
it’s what has us choosing to believe a lie we full well know is the lie – my art, my medicine, my humanity is not needed during times of genocide, or during times of anything.
The vow of poverty is the thing that makes you wake up every day holding uncertainty in the body…
That you don’t know if you’ll get to accomplish what you came here to do, or receive what you came here to EXPERIENCE.
A Vow of Poverty is specifically designed to prevent us, generation after generation, from performing our Ancestral Tasks.
It prevents us from accessing
experiencing
giving in
giving out
and giving back
our God, Goddess and GodIs given BIRTH RIGHT.
That’s what it’s for.
When we are prevented from performing our rituals, our ceremonies, our dances, our songs, our plays, our contributions, especially during key, pivotal moments of time –
the death process, the birthing process, the end of life phase, the newborn phase…
including times of celebration AND mourning, crisis AND creativity, depletion & abundance, genocide AND justice…
When we are prevented by our circumstances or our relationships to do what we must do for our beloved – this kind of life experience causes a type of spiritual and physical maladie in the body that eats us alive, in our entirety.
The depth at which this ravages and annihilates our SOULS is UNPARALLELED.
If we cannot perform what we need in life, and in death.
If we cannot be who we need to be in life, and in death.
If we cannot RECEIVE what we need in these moments.
The vow of poverty is DESIGNED to specifically interrupt you, in this way.
If we cannot give and receive our medicine for the planet…
If we cannot experience the healing in intimacy and community that we require, because it’s what we came here for…
We know it’ll kill us before our time.
It’ll bottom us out.
It’ll take away our life force.
It’ll shatter our Trancestors.
They are the ones who will fall apart, and we with them.
We will crumble, and we will not get up.
If the Wisdom Keeper is stuck in this hole in the ground, designed by a vow of poverty, and if that energetic grid collapses on us while he is still in there, we will not get up this time.
We know this.
We know it in our bones.
That is where it comes from:
The anxiety, the bad habits, the easy falls into depression, the making slightly wrong decisions several times a day that are based on fear instead of true conviction for what the day calls for…
Because we are quietly panicking, assembling our scaffolding, keeping our coping close by, holding it tight to the chest, quietly prepared at any given moment to save our day, quietly pouring all our energy into fending off the thing that we know will take us too soon, living each moment in acute chronic low level crisis BECAUSE WE ARE UNSURE, WE ARE UNCERTAIN
Because we have a damn QUESTION MARK IN FRONT OF OUR BIRTH RIGHT.
What if I can’t find what I need in life?
THIS is why my FILM CREW ensured I saw this COMPLETELY clearly from ALL ANGLES – the SEATBELT clicking into place.
They made sure the Time Keeper and her Rare Apothecary of Storytelling Tinctures looked at the clock the moment the rainbow landed.
It was EXACTLY, like I mean EXACTLY to the minute – 4:22pm on February 4 2025.
That’s 2-2-2 3-3-3 for anyone who is counting.
4:22
That’s my number.
It’s Earth Day.
It is the Code of Great World Reversal.
How do I know this? Because I unlocked that ancient code when I travelled back to PANGEA and RETRIEVED IT.
How did I do it? Through a STORY.
A two-parter on Magical Reality TV for the Revolution called “The Time Loop” and “Time is a Heartbeat” which I published on OCTOBER 3 2023.
And then, I unlocked it even further, when I went back INTO the story and performed Surgery, like Open Heart Surgery Storytellers Do. I performed writer, director commentary and divinatory dramaturgy. That’s when I downloaded the Earth’s Altar for 2024 as prophesized by Pangea herself.
I published it on youtube on January 7 2024, exactly one year before we opened the doors to the THRIVING VILLAGE Ancestral Artist Retreat & Butterfly Sanctuary.
You can’t make this shit up – links in the shownotes.
Oh, and did I mention?
4:22.
That’s Estha and Rahel’s birthday.
The code of 4:22 unlocks, nay DECLARES, the INEVITABILITY of this GIANT PROPHECY coming home, coming INTO FRUITION, in our lifetime.
By that I mean, in the next 180 years, we do a massive 180 degree turn as a species, and as a full global collective.
Our PLANET herself, clicks and locks into place, HER BIRTH RIGHT to live out her full orbit, UNINTERRUPTED by systems and cultures of genocide, by the spiritual chokehold of widespread degradation across her body.
4:22 GUARANTEES that we TURN THAT BEAT AROUND.
Because her and our birth right is secure.
Please, rest assured, my friends.
Our Birth Right is Secure.
Rejoice. As we do know, this was never a guarantee.
That’s the TRUTH about what it means to be an artist in times of genocide.
We come into this time period, knowing that our wherewithal is not secure.
Our safe landing is not secure.
Our wealth, our medicines, our art, our full orbit, is not secure.
We were not born with a guarantee…
For we ARE the generation, WE ARE THE ONES who made it FLESH.
WE ARE THE GREAT MATERIALIZERS.
Wisdom Keepers of the past gave us the guarantee, they did.
Every single life time and timeline.
They sacrificed everything they could, just to hand it to us.
They held the guarantee so close to their chest. They hid it in impossible places.
They scoured neighborhoods where nobody knows heir name like hooded spiritual vampire slayers, they were every so faithful!
They knew, all they could do with their time, is give us something phenomenally, miraculously special…and incorporeal.
They gave us the Gift.
The Dream that is a Wish that their Heart Made.
All they could do is quantum whisper it into the ears of a good listener across time, space and dimension. They could tell us in the night time, in the spirit realm, through a beloved small otherworldly and mundane communication device.
They knew what time it was on Earth’s Clock.
They moved hell and high water to make sure we received THE GIFT of MAGICAL INCORPOREAL TV for the REVOLUTION
BECAUSE WE ARE THE ONES WHO MADE IT REAL.
They gave us the guarantee.
It was our job to make it…fleshy.
And So, We Did.
Please know that it happened in a quiet, inconsequential, unspecial moment.
Shaunga was sitting on her couch in her summer shorts in the middle of winter wearing her bright yellow over-sized bumblee sweatshirt that she wears every day that says, “I’M A RAY OF FUCKING SUNSHINE”
She was just hanging out, tired as shit, cuddled up with a blanket, snacking on some grub, farting around with timon and puumba, while Scar does goddess knows what to the kingdom…
That’s when it happened. In this quiet, inconsequential minute, 4:22 on 222, 333, the rainbow descends from the sky, and clicks into the ground.
The SeatBelt is Secure.
That’s our corporeal, tangible, real as fuck, guarantee.
I do not need to say, May It Be So,
for it is already done.
Please beloveds, do not wake up every day wondering and worrying about a vow of poverty that is completely complete.
Please beloveds, do not let a ghost run your show.
Please, Beloved Returned Ancestor, Returned SHOWRUNNER
Re-mind yourself every day, that your Birth Right is SECURE.
Every day wake up and re-member this.
Wake up and act as though you have already won.
Do it for us, beloved grasshopper!
Do it for us, big foot!
Be Brave. Live!
And come back and listen to this story, whenever you need it.
That’s what it’s for.
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Episodes that Mention Pangea / the 4:22 Prophecy
“THE TIME LOOP: notes on slayers, watchers and witch hunts”
“TIME IS A HEARTBEAT: notes on past lives, climate change and mighty ducks 2”
*Note: these episodes are a 2 part series. THE TIME LOOP only gets to the Pangea prophecy right at the end. TIME IS A HEARTBEAT gets into the prophecy in full details. But you need to listen to both episodes to get the full picture 🙂