Careful What You Conjure
A Soul’s Reckoning with Desire, Destiny & the New Earth Timeline
There are moments when desire and destiny intersect with such ferocity, they feel fated. But not all intensity is alignment.
Not every past-life echo is a future invitation.
A called him in and conjured him up.
He was, in many ways, a perfect match. The physicality. The passion. The masculine containment I’ve craved in this lifetime.
He plotted out our time together with care.
He spooned me without my asking, filling a longing I’d held in my body for over a decade.
He led. He held. He provided. And I felt safe.
But I also felt silenced.
Not in words, but in energy.
In the unspoken assumption that his way was the way.
That my wildness, my questions, my need for emotional depth were excess—not essentials.
His presence was powerful, but it held an old resonance:
The Roman general to my Druid priestess.
The one who, in another life, might have conquered or taken.
I’ve known him before.
Not just in the poetic sense—but in the bone-deep memory that lives beneath language.
When he shared his out-of-body vision—himself as a Roman general, and me as a Druid priestess—something ancient stirred in my field.
Not fantasy. Not a metaphor. A soul memory.
Not the kind that makes you swoon, but the kind that makes you pause.
That whispers, We’ve done this before.
And it didn’t end well.
I could see it clearly:
The mist curling through ancient oaks, the drumbeat of soldiers advancing.
His armor gleaming, heavy with blood and expectation.
My bare feet rooted to the earth, palms raised not in surrender, but in spell.
In knowing. In power.
We weren’t lovers yet.
He may have wanted me. Desired the mystery in my eyes, the power I held that he could not name.
But conquest is not love.
He took what was sacred.
The land. The people. Me.
And in that lifetime, I swallowed my voice.
Not out of weakness, but as a form of protection.
I went silent to preserve what magic I could.
And that silence—that compression of power—has followed me through time.
It wrapped around my throat like invisible vines.
Whispering:
Don’t speak too much. Don’t shine too brightly. Stay safe. Stay hidden.
Until now, in this timeline.
This time, I chose to meet him consciously.
This time, I let the desire rise.
I let the mystery unfold.
And when I felt the energetic pressure begin to close in—the silent expectation that I would soften, yield, be quiet—
I didn’t collapse.
I surrendered.
I alchemized.
I remembered.
And after a short time, I chose differently.
Careful what you conjure.
Because sometimes what you call in isn’t a partner—it’s a portal.
A threshold disguised as chemistry.
A test wrapped in tenderness.
Sometimes, what you conjure isn’t your destiny—it’s your undoing. Or perhaps your chance to finally choose differently.
For me, This lifetime is no longer a repetition.
It is a reclamation.
Not of love lost—but of voice.
Not of belonging to a man—but of belonging to myself.
He may feel familiar because our souls have been bound before—many times.
But what was once a karmic loop, I now hold as a completed spiral.
The lesson: done.
The contract: void.
I don’t hate him. I don’t fear him.
I thank him—with deep gratitude—for the opportunity to shift the field, the frequency, the future.
His presence gave me the mirror I needed to fully see my power.
This time, I got to choose.
And I did.
I chose to close the karmic loop.
His pure masculine energy was deeply Old Earth with subtle threads of toxicity and trickster energy woven in. I potent conatainer.
And though it was familiar—and parts of me responded—I am not here to repeat history.
I am here to build what’s next. To consciously evolve. To help usher in the New Earth, not just for myself… but for the collective field.
To Kreatrix a more beautiful world.
Before he appeared, I had already cut cords with another.
This other was a new soul encounter—tender, wounded, carrying the ache of Old Earth pain with a flicker of New Earth potential buried beneath. I adored aspects of him and yet there was inner conflict. So I new we could not be.
I did the energy work.
In my own Light Ritual, when I returned his energy to him and my energy to myself, quietly, without fanfare, he became ill the next day.
The next day, his body responded—lungs heavy, breath restricted. A heart chakra purge in physical form. As if his system, too, was grieving the cords I had just cut. A chest cold settled in for a week or so.
It took me some conscious awareness to unwind my own entanglements.
To soften old patterns that whispered, “Stay, try harder, help heal him.”
But I didn’t.
He couldn’t meet me in the space of emotional truth.
So I let go.
That sacred space-clearing was a ceremony of its own.
I stood—alone but not lonely—and declared a new frequency and path.
For love. For life. For every timeline folding into now.
And then soon after the “Roman” appeared in this lifetime.
At our first luncheon, before the Roman General/Druid Priestess image emerged, he called me a gypsy and gleefully, erotically even was turned on by that. Half joking I offered to read his palm. He had no idea of my ability to read energy and we laughed it off.
That luncheon was both delightful and eerie—the resonance unmistakable. To some resonance can mean soulmate. And yet not all soulmates are meant to be together forever. They may be contracts for evolution.
When he later shared his past-life out-of-body vision of us—he the Roman general, I the Druid priestess—it landed for me, not as fantasy, but as soul memory.
I had flashes of another life, too:
He was not the general. He was the officer.
And I, the Roma.
He gassed me.
Synchronistic events in my life showed me that his feeling that we had known each other through the centuries was spot on. Later, another day when I was alone, I had stood in stillness at the Holocaust Memorial Museum, staring at the face of a Roma woman who danced her joy through centuries of persecution—until she was silenced in a gas chamber.
I knew her.
She also lived in me.
That thread of us in his vision didn’t end in the forest. It picked up again—centuries later—in another life, another role reversal. One where the echo of power and persecution returned in a darker form.
I had those chills of remembrance. When I was at the Holocaust Museum in Washington DC I walked through a car on display that had transported people to the mass murder sites.
When I stepped out the other side I could not stop coughing. It as getting loud and people were noticing my visceral reaction. I did not quite understand it at that moment.
I walked to the outskirts of the room and gulped excessive amounts of water to stop the gaging.
I wept a few times on my meanderings. I was reminded in the reverence of such sacred space that witnessed the past and foretold a future, that if we are not conscious and cognizant of what drives our choices we repeat patterns.
Concerning the “Roman”, the connection of these body-soul memories were not just about the two of us.
It was about centuries of silencing.
Of conquest disguised as love.
Of suppression wrapped in embrace.
He and I have met many times—soul to soul, story to story. A Karmic Relationship that was aching to resolve itself. Thus the curiosity, comfort, the chemistry between us.
And this time, I chose to end the loop. I no longer seek chemistry, but rather deep resonance, and coherence, presence. That is an art of discernment, the art of conscious completion and choice.
The qualifier I had added in my light ceremony when calling him in was—“him or better”— it was not an afterthought.
It was the key.
It gave me the freedom to speak the truth, without grasping or gasping for air.
To engage, without attaching.
To honor what was mirrored, without needing it to last.
And in that clarity, the multiverse rearranged.
Again..this isn’t just personal.
It’s cellular.
It’s ancestral.
It’s planetary.
It’s what happens when a woman remembers who she is across timelines—and chooses wholeness over heat. Power with presence, not power over.
Because here’s what I know through this lens of my life:
Our choice points don’t just shape our love lives.
They ripple into our leadership.
They forge the frequency of our purpose.
Our personal reckonings are leadership work.
Our Karmic Relationships are opportunities.
How we love… how we choose… how we speak our truth—this is how we build the frequency scaffolding of New Earth. Not just for ourselves, but for the collective field.
This encounter reminded me of my pure power to conjure what I desire.
And he showed me—through contrast—what I no longer choose.
All mixed in with the beauty of our encounters.
Perhaps it’s no coincidence that years ago—long before I had language for any of this—I named my firstborn son Maximus.
Not for the glory. Not for the battle.
But because something deep in me remembered.
Gladiator wasn’t just a movie I watched again and again.
It was an activation. A breadcrumb.
A remembering of a soul contract I was born to break.
It stirred something ancient. Something encoded. As if my soul was nudging me to remember the man I once feared—and choose a new legacy through the one I would raise.
Maximus.
Strength, yes. But also heart.
Honor.
The ache to do right—even when it costs everything.
I see now: that naming my child was a vow to the future.
These soul memories of women I carried them, each of her in my body—her dance, her power, her silencing, her refusal to bow. And I see now, perhaps it was she who whispered to me when I named my son. A soul-to-soul vow passed down through time. Not just to remember—but to rewrite.
May the next generation carry the Light of strength without the shadow of conquest…a Maximus creed in this evolutionary lifetime
And may I, in this lifetime, release what was never mine to hold...
And reclaim what was always mine to become.
This is the multidimensionality of desire—
Woven with the foreshadowing of soul contracts…
And the memory of timelines my soul has traveled across centuries to heal.
Sometimes what we ache for isn’t from this lifetime.
It’s a residue.
An echo.
A thread of longing carried across incarnations.
And when it arrives, it’s not always meant to stay.
Sometimes, it’s meant to complete itself.
The New Earth does not reject the old.
It integrates.
Alchemizes.
Transmutes.
What I thought I wanted arrived, fully embodied.
But with it came missing pieces…
and pieces I could no longer ignore.
So I refine.
I recalibrate.
I remember.
This is not about one man.
It’s not even about me.
It’s about the collective feminine rising through our stories.
Reclaiming softness as strength.
Power as prayer.
Leadership as love.
So now I get to deliberately call in:
✨ Presence with conversation
✨ Strength with softness
✨ Holding with hearing
✨ Dancing without domination
A partner who respects consent—not as a script, but as a frequency.
A man who lives in curiosity.
Who doesn’t need to dominate to feel powerful.
Whether that need is conscious or inherited.
We are all wired by what came before.
But wiring can be overridden.
I know this. I live this.
It’s the foundation of my work.
Quantum Light Neural Upgrade™ was birthed from this knowing.
Not just to rewire…
But to collapse the entire outdated grid.
To architect something new—cleaner, crisper, encoded in light.
Faster and easier. Cleaner and crisper than years of therapeutic analysis that keep us stuck in the old stories and beliefs about wanting and not having.
I want it all.
And I no longer believe that’s asking too much.
To the one who comes next:
I’m not conjuring a fantasy.
I’m anchoring a reality that reflects the full spectrum of who I am.
Because I’ve lived enough lives to know what I don’t want.
And I’m finally ready to live this one from a place of sovereign, embodied, conscious choice.
Self-Reflection Questions to Support Your Relationship Journey:
What are you currently conjuring up in your life and relationships?
Reflect on the thoughts, words, and energies you’ve been focusing on. What have they created for you?Where might you be holding onto old karmic patterns?
Take a moment to assess the recurring themes or behaviors in your relationships. What might you need to release or recalibrate?How can you begin to consciously shift your energy toward what you truly desire? Are you ready to live fully embodied?
Think about the steps you can take today to start aligning your energy with the life and relationships you want to create. What would that look like?
Thank you for witnessing this transmission.
If it resonated in your body or echoed in your bones, I invite you to share it with someone else walking their path of remembrance.
May we all remember who we are—and what we came here to collapse, reclaim, and create.
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May the peace you create within yourself bring ease and fulfillment to all of your relationships in this lifetime.
Cheers to Coherence!