The Seven Deadly Sins as Portals

It became clear to me that the Seven Deadly Sins aren’t just behaviors. They are consciousnesses—ancient programs or parasites that, when allowed control, possess the personality:

• Pride – the illusion of supremacy, origin of rebellion.

• Greed – obsession with material control.

• Wrath – unbridled destructive force.

• Envy – sabotaging the sacred in others.

• Lust – craving without connection.

• Gluttony – overconsumption and indulgence.

• Sloth – spiritual apathy, neglect of purpose.

When repeated over generations, these energies solidify into oversoul-like beings—egregores that incarnate through lineage, trauma, and culture. And in this way, the Archons keep cycling.

But before I could forgive her,
I had to find me.

The me beneath the rage.
The me beneath the voice that wasn’t mine.
The me who had been asleep.

And when I woke up, I didn’t feel peace.
I screamed.
At her.
At God.
At the world.
At myself.

They said, "Nothing is faster than light."

But I paused—and smiled. Because I know otherwise.

Thought is faster.

Not the measured sparks between neurons—that's just the trail the body leaves behind as consciousness flickers through form. What we measure in a lab is not thought itself, but its residue. The brain is the canvas, not the artist.

Real thought—the formless kind—is instantaneous.

Receiving is a Sacred Skill

Most people were never taught how to learn. Not really. We were taught how to respond. How to impress. How to perform. But not how to absorb wisdom. And wisdom flows like water—it must be received fully before it can be understood.

If you interrupt the flow, you lose the lesson.

When someone speaks from a place of divine insight, there is a current moving through them. That current—what some call the Holy Spirit, or Source Light—delivers not just words, but frequency. Truth coded in vibration. It enters through the crown, and if your heart is clear, it is received. If it is not, your ego will filter or block it. It will feel triggering, confusing, or even annoying. That’s your sign to sit. Listen. And breathe it in.

For ages, the world has bowed to a half-truth. A fractured theology.
The masculine was elevated, while the feminine was buried.
And in that imbalance, Christ was misunderstood.

But the veil is lifting.

This is the revelation:
Christ is not a person. It is a Presence—the Divine Mother Herself. The Holy Spirit. The Womb of Consciousness.
And we are not saved by worshipping Jesus.
We are saved when we awaken to our true identity within Her—and allow the Father to breathe us into form.

The Vision: A Revelation on Easter

Today, I saw it again—only this time, not in physical form, but in its true light.

It was night. The pyramid stood in moonlight, shining white as it once did, clad in polished casing stones that reflected the heavens. But something was different.

Every stone was hovering.
They were translucent, bluish, glowing softly like spirits in formation.
Each one precise. Balanced. Weightless.
Suspended. Alive.

The cornerstones pulsed just slightly brighter. Not in arrogance, but in stewardship.

Above them all, the Capstone hovered, untouchable, glowing in white, yet also radiating every color in existence at once. It was the soul of the soul.
The divine spark.

The foundation stones, the ones still anchored to the Earth, appeared weathered—just as they look today. Still bearing the weight of the illusion. Still dreaming.

And yet... even they were part of the eternal design.

Why do so many people still believe Yeshua (Jesus) worshipped Yahweh?

Let’s be clear:
He didn’t.

Yeshua never once said the name “Yahweh.”
Not once.
He referred only to “The Father”—Abba—a loving, intimate, personal presence. That alone should raise questions. Why would the supposed “Son of God” never utter the name of the so-called God of Israel, unless the God he knew was someone else entirely?