The De-Coding of Jo Page 4

  As I sat in my History class, reflecting, I stared blankly at my completed quiz. I anticipated my next mission into the Hall of Learning with veracity and a ferocious appetite. Suddenly, this projection sparked a surge within my intuitive energetic field found in my pineal gland.

  This was the sixth spinning color wheel within my electromagnetic vortex of light that every human embodied on Earth. It was a representation of the Soul’s energetic vibration based on the level of awareness. It projected with radiance within my mind’s eye as a purple hue from the cosmic reel, governing the door to higher dimensionality.

  The light codes embedded by the Council began to harmonize and awaken my inner aspects of Source, unifying my fourth field within my center. This generated a heart-mind coherence that acted as a bridge to anchor in new timelines.

  While I calmly waited for the lunch bell to ring, I prepared for the next wave of oscillation within my energetic vortex. Scanning the room, I made sure no one was paying attention to me as my Light Body went through another crystalline upgrade—detaching from separation and distorted co-dependent identification narratives that created toxic templates within the matrix.

  As I quietly purged these dense patterns lingering within my cellular memory banks and the collective subliminal programs, a labyrinth of autonomy and retrieval codes from the Source blueprint recalibrated my being with tiny electrical currents.

  No matter what obstacles lingered in my path, I vowed to remain faithful to the mission and rise to the challenge. My instinctive radar alerted me to prepare for the next stage of my ascension and mastery—without knowing the details, I felt its potency within every fiber of my human container. A battle of epic cosmic proportions was about to arise.

  “My world it moves so fast today, the past it seems so far away. And life squeezes so tight that I can’t breathe.”—The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill by Lauryn Hill

  CHAPTER 2

  Rainbow Bridge

  “Music is the mediator between the spiritual and the sensual life.”

  —Ludwig van Beethoven

  Jo

  I couldn’t sleep last night. I meditated until my anxious energy subsided. The expectation of the foreboding unknown kept me on high alert. Somehow, I floated through first-period Physics and found myself back in Ms. Rolland’s history class.

  I was in no mood to learn about Napoleon’s war strategies. My mind drifted to my energetic upgrades that had occurred over the past three months.

  Was I really that different?

  I felt like the same person, had the same basic physical appearance, apart from possessing intense intuitive powers. It was incredible how much I had grown and matured spiritually.

  After every transmission and upgrade, my human vessel projected physical symptoms as I expanded my auric field with light frequencies. The pain within my crown and brow area increased with every download. This pressure intensified immensely with every celestial expansion of my consciousness, but I managed to breathe through the tension.

  I noticed a distinct strain in my heart. It continued to open pathways to plasma waves as I detached from externalized validation projections. The metallic taste in my mouth indicated an energy recalibration within my solar plexus to align with electromagnetic shifts.

  This often made me nauseous and wobbly as my sensations aligned to the powerful gravitational fluctuations. It triggered some of my old feelings of annoyance, releasing the inner teenage self-sabotage programs.

  The high pitch in my ears further amplified with every DNA upgrade. I focused my breath on my third eye as I exhaled gratitude for the knowledge. It wasn’t pleasant, but every time I experienced these sensations, it was another opportunity for me to elevate my psychic abilities and connect with my celestial being.

  Ever since my awakening, I had been careful in managing my emotions. I refused to allow anything, or anyone, to break my inner peace. I decided to divert my attention from negativity since it only brought me down from my heightened perspective. I no longer resonated with feelings of hate, gossip, or judgment.

  After all, the opposite of love-consciousness was fear, a disempowering, shrinking and contracting energy. It was the absence of Divine truth that existed from the choice and acceptance of a reality based on deception, manipulation, lies, and illusions.

  Sometimes, this ascension made it difficult for me to enjoy normalcy in my youthful years, surrounded by hormonal, moody teenagers. I became a magnet, attracting their emotional density.

  Yup, I am a full-blown empath.

  I had to continuously remind myself that, energetically, our entire reality was founded on archaic and divisive belief systems, perceptions, traumas, and childhood conditioning. This facilitated the occupation of a different version of life by each Soul, depending on the frequencies emitted within our existence.

  It was so fascinating to me that the unified Source, the Prime Creator, provided each Soulful expression a unique Universe to manifest distinctive experiences based on our awareness and projection.

  The underlying essence of this creative force expanded our state of being. Pure love was whole, and it magnified, increased, and blossomed our consciousness towards greater levels of self-awareness, a remembrance of our true nature and the world we inhabited.

  As my mind continued to roam, whatever little concentration I had about the Napoleonic era immediately disappeared when I heard it again—the faint whisper.

  “Can you hear me, Jo? Focus your attention on this frequency range. My name is Roma, I’m on a StarSeed Quest, and I need your help. Tune into my signal, please!”

  The Council wouldn’t communicate with me through ESP. They only provided downloads with light code data. I shifted with trepidation in my seat, hoping that Ms. Rolland wouldn’t notice. I closed my eyes and tried to focus on the voice. Unfortunately, silence was the only thing that followed.

  I continued to ponder over the nature of the message. My phone, which I hid on my lap, began to vibrate. I had to be careful—I didn’t want to get caught breaking the rules.

  The teachers were strict about the “no phones during class” policy. I looked around to see if anyone was looking. Fortunately, the coast was clear, and everyone was half-asleep listening to the boring history lecture.

  I discreetly slid my hand down to unlock my phone and noticed a message from Zax in the group chat.

  “Hey, guys. Flynn gets back home today, and I am super excited to throw a little homecoming party for him. Don’t be late, it’s a surprise!”

  This had totally slipped my mind. Zax told me like a dozen times that I was in charge of providing the decorations and the snacks.

  Unexpectedly, the cold, piercing voice of our new history teacher jolted me in place. “Are we keeping you from something important, Josephine?”

  The last thing I wanted today was to lose my phone. “Sorry, Ms. Rolland. It won’t happen again.”

  She glared at me intensely. There was something mysterious about her aura. For some reason, I couldn’t read Ms. Rolland’s energy.

  “Let this be your first and last warning, Josephine. In fact, for everyone. If I see any of you using your cellphones during class, I will confiscate them, and don’t expect to see them again until the end of the semester!”

  My classmates glared at me with contempt. Someone tossed over a note with terrible penmanship. Way to go, Jo. Thanks for ruining it for everyone. They all looked pissed.

  A strange awareness brushed over me, starting as a stinging sensation along the back of my neck. It increased with every passing second. I felt like I was being scrutinized, but by whom?

  I tried to concentrate on my lesson, but my mind diverted to our history teacher. Something about Ms. Rolland didn’t sit right with me. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but she emitted a rather precarious presence. I secretly sought to search her on the internet, but there was no digital trace of her existence.

  She was a tall, slender woman probably in her mid-fifties. A sharp dres
ser, always prim and proper, with her dark hair slicked back in a tight bun and eyes intense enough to put Medusa to shame.

  I attempted to read the aura surrounding her energy fields to determine her true nature. This intuitive gift aligned me with people, spaces, and situations. I understood why colors were associated with emotions. Red represented anger, white meant tranquility, blue signified a glum outlook, dark green implied a jealous streak, black with a purplish hue denoted a feeling of anxiousness, depression, and so on.

  Even if I didn’t recognize the significance of a particular hue, I felt the energetic resonance that the person emanated, with specific tones and textures. If their emotions changed in a moment, so did their dynamic field.

  Unfortunately, Ms. Rolland only emitted a neutral hue of grayish white—no emotion, which was quite perplexing.

  Despite my best efforts, my mind continued to stray toward my pineal gland. I couldn’t help but recall my studies about the brain inside this biological computer of my emotional Light Body.

  I found the human anatomy to be quite remarkable, teeming with unseen intelligence. The celestial lessons have taught me that my consciousness was everything in the virtual hologram of my experiences. This was brought into awareness by my brain that was forever viewing streaming codes of knowledge and interpretation. It was almost like watching a movie, projected on a large HD screen.

  But what is telepathy, and how does it work, exactly? Is it like tuning into a radio station?

  I pondered this thought as I searched online for its definition. I was amazed at what I found. It seemed that this psychic phenomenon was much more common than I initially realized.

  Someone had been trying to communicate with me from a considerable distance. I wondered if this person belonged to an advanced society from an Alternate Universe or timeline that was harnessing mystical and psychic abilities known as premonition and clairvoyance.

  I wasn’t aware that this type of brain-to-brain communication was developed to construct more complex interfaces for modern technology. Unfortunately, I worried that humans would eventually use this expertise to manipulate radio devices to control the masses.

  Our planet was already deploying ultra-violet wireless networks that operated on the same radio-frequency bandwidth of the electromagnetic spectrum.

  My gut told me that the risk of exposure to non-ionizing radiation would cause a multitude of illnesses, from brain tumors to chronic headaches and calcification of the pineal gland.

  I couldn’t allow myself to get worked up about this unfathomable, emerging issue.

  Just breathe, Jo.

  I needed to focus on enhancing my telepathic abilities. Thank goodness for Science class, it was my favorite subject, where I’d learned that my brain was an elaborate network of neurons that transmitted electrical indicators. Amazingly, these became my memories, commands, and ideas. When these neurons transferred data back and forth, they created brain waves that accumulated and assigned information across different segments of my intellect.

  I quickly realized that there was a link between quantum physics and consciousness. This was an important revelation since I’d been quite the pragmatist before my celestial awakening. Nonetheless, I discovered that science and spirituality had finally forged an agreement regarding evidence of a unified quantum connection to Source energy.

  So which Light Being was trying to contact me? I required answers about this mysterious clairvoyant. I reached into my backpack and grabbed the magical Galactic Medallion. For safekeeping, I quietly hid it in the pocket of my favorite hoodie before entering the girls’ bathroom.

  To ensure I wasn’t followed, I swiftly teleported from the bathroom stall on the third level of the school building into the basement hall just outside of the hidden portal.

  It was just as I remembered. The walls around the aged door were lined with exposed brick, enveloped by a mist. I recalled this quite vividly from my previous battle with the Lord of Darkness.

  After graduating from the Hall of Ignorance, I observed how humans had always felt insecure and detached from our life force energy. As a result, our civilization was controlled by the darkness that extracted this negative charge with domination. This struggle accounted for much of today’s human conflict and anguish.

  Inexplicably, the black hole in our high school’s basement housed the memories of all false belief systems, ignorance, nightmares, and negative thought patterns. They included the emotional discharge of all suffering, fear, anger, jealousy, competition, oppression, misery, and systematic discrimination amassed over thousands of years.

  I knew that the energies of separation and duality existed here in the blackness. It was the residence of sinister entities that created fear-based programming since the fall of the ancient civilization of Atlantis. It was not a myth, as we were led to believe by external systems.

  I discovered that it also included the negative karmic modalities held within the unconscious grid matrix. Only the infinite light and unconditional love could shift the framework from fragmentation, back into a state of oneness.

  As difficult as it was to believe, I found out the matrix on Earth had been hijacked and dominated by dark galactic forces that controlled humans through the frequency emitted by malevolent behaviors. It served as a vibrational match to patterns and belief structures of fear propaganda.

  Even after all my experiences, I found the inception of the crystalline grid template fascinating. This cosmic framework was the light body of the awakened planet Earth, known as the higher vibrational, multidimensional ascension web of Gaia, Mother Earth.

  I had learned through my downloads that the translucent grid functioned by anchoring light codes and cosmic intelligence within the multidimensional Earth plane. It was pure interstellar awareness that received the vast and infinite voltage wave energies directly from the Source and the center of the galaxy.

  When the breakdown of the false illusory systems was initiated during my last mission, the crystalline field had been reactivated within the heart of Gaia as the triangulated stargate systems opened and aligned to planet Earth.

  It was incredible to observe how it raised the frequencies through the gemstone generators’ harmonic pitch and realigned the planet with a Lemurian timeline that seeded the blueprints into the emerging love-based quantum field.

  This miraculous event had activated 144,000 beings aligned to the StarSeed template. They had been suspended on Earth until planetary events and the collective consciousness transcended karmic distortion imprints from previous Atlantis timelines.

  Standing in the school basement where we had accidentally discovered the portal, I once again followed the geometric symbols that were cleverly etched into the wooden door’s borders. I traced my fingers along the grooves, and the dust lined my fingertips. I found the repetitive patterns that epitomized a complex system of symbols and structures involving space, time, and form.

  I looked around and intuitively noticed a minuscule beam of light from the top of the archway, which was not visible to the human eye as it reflected on the opposite wall across the hall. After I waited patiently, the second beam mirrored and collided back with the manifested light of the first beam, forming a holographic plate.

  My heartbeat elevated as the excitement grew into an adrenaline rush. It echoed in my ears—all my six senses were fully stimulated.

  I’m going back to the Pleiades again!

  This feeling of pure euphoria was unlike anything I had experienced on planet Earth.

  I quickly moved away from the portal that led into the black hole to examine the etchings on the opposite side of the exposed brick wall. The sacred patterns in the cold stone were well hidden. I realized that it was another form of holographic simulation that united and created all realities.

  I reached into my pocket and removed the Galactic Medallion adorned by luminous jewels. I couldn’t help but marvel at the patterns around the gemstones as if it was my first time. The crystals were loaded
with amethyst, surrounded by white topaz. It was brilliant! The glow from the center quartz seemed to radiate with every minute I held it in my hand outside the portal.

  The exquisite rainbow pendant was unique in its beauty and seemed to capture the essence of the cosmos. It simulated mystical powers to help me navigate between the natural and cosmic realms.

  The captivating stone was wrapped with a sterling silver Galactic Compass, designed to direct and guide me toward my celestial ascension journey, in search of wisdom.

  The gemstones and crystals included the fundamental elements of the natural world, Air, Fire, Water, and Earth, which allowed me to receive assistance from Gaia’s guiding forces of nature.

  The Galactic Medallion also included harmonic infusion frequencies that I had tapped into—the Sound of Sun, Sound of Earth, and OM, the Sound of Creation. I placed the Medallion into the hidden divot within the wall, rotating it clockwise until it clicked into position.

  I removed the pendant and dug my fingers into the crack to open it wide enough for me to enter. As soon as I squeezed myself inside, I was flooded with immense blue and white neon lights. Shielding my eyes, I recited my cosmic code, I AM Light, the Light that I AM as I transformed into an ethereal Light form, shedding my human structure and carbon mass.

  Clutching the Galactic Compass, I proceeded toward the beautiful holographic hallway. A long, brightly illuminated path presented itself to me—lined with electric florescent light orbs that represented each of the twelve-dimensional planes of consciousness. I was immediately mesmerized by the feeling of calm serenity, harmony, and magic. I commenced floating through space, much like in my dreams.

  As I traveled through higher dimensions, I noticed the narrow tubes of energy that stretched across the entire length of the ever-expanding Universe. These thin regions of cosmic strings presented themselves in loops with no ends.