I remember well that night in 1968 as if it were etched in the stars themselves. ​

​Beyond the veil of mortality, where the soul rests in the eternal embrace of Divine Love, I, Marguerite Porete, gaze back upon my fleeting earthly existence.

​Ah, darlin', if you're hearin' my voice now, it's comin' from the great beyond, where the waves don't crash and the icebergs are just memories meltin' away like snow in the spring sun.

​I AM Cecilia Payne, later Payne-Gaposchkin, though for most of my life the world tried to make me smaller than that name.

I AM Veronica - though most who knew me before that day simply called me “the bleeding woman,” a name whispered with pity or disgust. 

​I Am Hypatia - the voice I now have is not the one that once rang through the marble colonnades of Alexandria's Serapeum, nor the one that stilled quarrelling Prefects with a single measured sentence.

In the shadowed depths of Hades’s realm, where the echoes vibrate with the constant despair of unfulfilled lives, I, Sisyphus, stand condemned to an eternal labor.

​​I AM Yuny, Chief Royal Scribe and overseer of Sekhmet’s Priests, now a dweller in the Field of Reeds, where the eternal Nile flows and the stars sing Osiris’s name.

​I am Neferu-Ptah, Beloved of Ptah, daughter of Amenemhat III, and my name, once carved in the eternal cartouche, now echoes in the shimmering expanse of the Field of Reeds.

Greetings my friends. I am Brendan Grimshaw. It’s a strange thing, speaking from this side of Life's existence, but I’m so glad to be able to share my tale of Moyenne, my little patch of paradise.

I AM William Chester Minor, and from this ethereal plane, where time bends and shadows fade, I look back on an imprisoned life fractured by madness, guilt, and unexpected redemption, yet briefly illuminated by inspiration that shone through the bars of my tortured but enlightened mind.

​I AM Arius, once a presbyter of Alexandria, looking back on a life consumed by a single truth: the Son was created by the Father, divine but not co-eternal, not of one substance.

I AM Giordano Bruno, once a monk, philosopher, and wanderer across European courts and universities, now a spirit in the afterlife, gazing back on a life aflame with ideas too vast for my time.

​From my shadowed perch, I, Herodotus of Halicarnassus, cast my mind back to that sun-scorched day when the pyramids of Egypt first loomed before me.

My gratitude for our connection from beyond the veil of time, I Am Na'akueto La'ab, once Lord and King of the Zagwe, now a voice echoing through the ages.

Blessings from the Field of Reeds, where the air is sweet with the scent of lotus and the scales of Ma’at have judged my heart true.

​I AM a Messenger, a Prophet of God.

​It is no longer satisfying, do you find, when you offer healing upon one person at a time, it may be beneficial for them and for a short time, it may be beneficial for you, but it is like enjoying one meal and expecting that to be enough to last for a week – it is not quite enough – yes – there is need to be nourishing yourselves daily and there is a way of doing that – and that is by instruction.

​We are all family, you know us well as a collective and that we have all worked together before - in the time of the Golden Era.

​​𝟭𝟬 𝟭𝟬 𝗣𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗹 𝗠𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝗧𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻
HUmans need to remember how to bring the realm of the Gods within themselves, to expand their Wings and raise the serpent energy to the Third Eye - to see the Eye within the I AM.

​​Once upon a time, there lived an orphan baby camel.