The De-Coding of Jo
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“I’m receiving a telepathic message, but I don’t understand who or what it’s for, to be honest. But someone is in trouble, of that I am certain.” Just as I finished my sentence, Daphne hopped into the back seat of my car.
“Hey ladies. How’s everyone today? Are you excited about band practice? I can’t wait for our spring performance at the Annual Sleep Fest.” Without catching her breath, she quickly turned toward Nisha and said, “Oh wow, Nish, I love what you’re wearing! Your septum piercing really ties it all together! Anyway, what did I miss? I—Jo, is something wrong?”
Daphne’s vitality seemed to diminish with every word as I filled her in. I couldn’t help but wonder what type of event was about to ensue as we barely made our first class of the second semester.
I instinctively knew that my little break from the Ascending Angel Academy was over.
Daphne
Daphne had learned so much from Jo over the past few months. She was completely in awe of her best friend’s strength and devotion to her Angel Academy mission.
She helped Daphne establish a daily practice of inner work meditation, alchemizing her pain into love for herself one step at a time. It was important for Daphne to reflect on her upbringing and explore the trauma buried deep in her subconsciousness.
The assault she had suffered at the high school party before the winter break, compounded her abandonment issues. Daphne’s Soul split from the violation of her innocence, refusing to acknowledge the discord and fragmentation.
It was an incredibly difficult and scary path to revisit her memories. But Daphne needed to find the courage to face the pain to commence her healing process. It was the only way for her to liberate herself from the cruelty and suffering she had endured.
Although her mother did the best that she could as a single parent, Daphne craved stability and guidance from a father figure.
Daphne neglected her emotional needs, repressing her feelings of abandonment from her younger years. This manifested into sentiments of low self-esteem and self-worth that most likely contributed to her poor nutrition and eating disorder.
Jo provided a safe, judgment-free zone, a loving environment for Daphne to express her authentic thoughts, acknowledging and honoring her pain. She encouraged Daphne to articulate her suffering without criticism, enabling a breakthrough in her healing journey.
As she sat in the back of the car listening to Jo’s next mission, she couldn’t help but reflect on their crazy celestial experiences. Jo’s words, sprouting with every prompt as they chilled one night, binging on a series, were etched on Daphne’s mind.
“Daph, it’s okay to feel scared or sad. And if you want to go punch a bag to let the anger out, I’ll come with you. Goodness knows I need to release some steam!” Jo laughed.
“Are you sure? I don’t want to bring you down, Jo. Nobody likes a negative, air-sucking whiner,” Daphne responded.
“First of all, you are not a whiner. I am here for you because I love you, Daph. Look at me and all my flaws. I’m a mess, one foot in the human world and the other in the cosmos. You wouldn’t want me to stop sharing my feelings with you right?” Jo asked.
“Of course not, Jo. You better tell me every detail about your cosmic predicaments!” Daphne teased.
“You are so special to me, Daph. Honestly, you have the most incredible, kind heart. Of all the billions of Souls, we have connected at this moment to experience life together. How lucky am I?” Jo expressed her gratitude, wearing her emotions on her sleeve.
“You’re incredible as well Jo, I couldn’t manage high school without you, honestly! I just wish I could find a healthy, happy relationship like you and Nisha seem to have with Conrad and Alicia.” Daphne sulked, her body language projecting her self-deprecating beliefs and inadequacy-based mentality.
“Daph, you don’t need anyone else to make you feel worthy or fulfilled. You can fill that void with your self-discovery. Don’t forget, as humans we tend to attract situations, people, or things that validate our views. We don’t want to sabotage ourselves from a dualistic space, emitted from negative neurons. First and foremost, you need to recognize your value and demonstrate self-love and kindness. We also need to remember to be mindful of our words and memories; they carry a distinct energetic signal. So, speak what your heart desires, and before you know it, you will magnetize that same frequency of love into your reality,” Jo reiterated as Daphne tried to grasp the concept of self-actualization.
“You are so worthy of joy and all the luminosity of the stars and the moon combined, Daph,” Jo persisted by holding her in a warm embrace. “I truly feel blessed that you trust me with your feelings. We have each other to lean on, always. You put up with my celestial confidences, and I couldn’t do it without you and our friends.”
Daphne felt grateful to have forged such a deep, soulful connection with her best friend. She continued her mindful practices with positive affirmations of self-love, acceptance, and developed a deep reconnection with her inner child.
Jo explained how Daphne’s innocence replayed the loop program of pain and suffering since she continued to focus her narrative on the traumatic events, reliving the hurt unknowingly. By forgiving her absentee father, she released herself from the perpetuated heartache of the past.
Daphne permitted herself to feel everything she had craved from a father figure through vulnerability, including holding compassion in her heart for everyone she loved.
After all, Daphne realized that real relationships were not about forming long-term, egocentric, narcissistic attachments in misery and numbness. Once she learned to love and value herself wholly, Daphne’s heart desired to establish a similar bond with another person—a partnership based on improving and celebrating each other, that resulted in a thriving, collaborative union.
Jo
My high school, Forest Hill Academy was a preppy co-ed private school for privileged scholars, funded by old money in Toronto’s wealthy district. The annual tuition ranged from twelve to twenty thousand dollars, depending on whether the student attended the advanced programs.
The school flourished financially and attempted to give back to the community by providing subsidies for students who couldn’t afford the yearly fees. While academics were a high priority for the institution, the school also placed an intense focus on extracurricular activities such as sports, music, and the arts.
The faculty boasted of hiring the best, most qualified teachers compared to the public systems. However, the rigid educational structure was outdated from its initial standardization over sixty years ago.
Many of our classes required us to memorize information that was only useful for the massive amounts of archaic testing. The undiversified content didn’t really prepare us for adulthood or higher education as required for the innovative twenty-first century.
Most of the students in our privileged institution were unchallenged, and the old problem-solving techniques to address truancy, classroom disorder, and passive resistance were failing under the male-controlled leadership of our principal, Mr. Grey.
“Excuse me, Ms. Rolland.” Nisha raised her arm in defiance in our history class. “There are only ten history books on the syllabus for this term.”
“Yes, Nisha, is it? I expect a review in the form of a synopsis for each one before the end of the school year,” Ms. Rolland replied, lips pursed. She was new to our school.
Nisha continued her grievance. “I’m just wondering why we are reading literature that is predominantly written from a white male perspective. Am I to expect the one black author to serendipitously crop up just in time for Black History Month?”
The entire class broke out in laughter at her eruption. Pulling in a shallow breath, I glanced back at my best friend, who had found her voice, fighting against patriarchy. I was both proud and nervous for her while the teacher searched for her words carefully.
“I don’t appreciate your tone, young lady. What exactly are you implying?” Ms. Rolland retorted wi
th a tinge of coolness.
“I’m extremely serious about my education, Ms. Rolland. You may be new to Forest Hill Academy, but you need to understand that it is not my wish to adopt an ideology based on the outdated, irrelevant point of view,” Nisha said, barely blinking.
“I feel that it is eradicating my voice and my heritage as immaterial. As such, I am informing you that this curriculum does not stimulate me intellectually,” she concluded.
Scanning the room, I felt the temperature rise as my classmates snickered at Nisha’s boldness. Unease bloomed in the pit of my stomach, sensing an energy shift around me. It had a vaguely familiar eerie texture that I recognized from defeating the Lord of Darkness.
“I will not tolerate disrespectful outbursts and showboating in my classroom at the expense of your peers, Nisha. You have been warned,” Ms. Rolland sternly replied, while diverting her eyes to another student. “Yes, Alicia?”
“With respect Ms. Rolland, I agree with Nisha. I am also concerned about my subconscious consumption of the white privilege superiority viewpoint,” Alicia said. “Also, may I be excused? I’m experiencing my monthly cramps.” She chuckled, winking at Nisha.
“That’s enough! I think this surprise pop quiz should keep you all very stimulated,” Ms. Rolland countered. “It’s worth fifteen percent of your final grade.”
The whole class conveyed their complaint loudly. We weren’t prepared for the test, but I deeply admired Nisha’s tenacity to state the obvious conditioning of our outdated educational systems.
As we answered the questions in silence, I couldn’t help but reflect on my previous ethereal lessons that helped me emerge from my state of obliviousness. The academic curriculum of my posh private school paled in comparison to the celestial transcendent teachings and downloads that I genuinely craved for my ascension.
My initiation was quite an awakening as I crumbled with teenage angst while barely passing the first semester of tenth grade.
The Council was primarily governed by a galactic Society of Light Beings that were the flawless expressions of the unified Source energy. They directed the higher truths of the Universe and were the guardians of the Akashic Records, where every Soul’s existence and imprint were archived.
I had discovered that originally, these higher plasma Light Beings emerged from the star cluster located in the constellation of Taurus the Bull. They existed within the twelfth dimensional astral plane of celestial wisdom that included the Pleiadeans, Lyrans, and Arcturus beings. They were the keepers of the Sacred Light and regulated the peace agreements throughout the Galactic Union.
As I reflected on my time-travel experiences, I couldn’t help but yearn for that familiar feeling of belonging within these higher realms that boasted the radiance of the Cosmos.
The Pleiades were also known as the Seven Sisters. It was the brightest and most radiant of star clusters located near planet Earth. They performed a significant role in humanity’s advancement, as they continued to guide our planet through the ascent from the third-dimensional density.
I marveled at the supreme intelligence that existed within every living organism on our planet. If each human could realize their supernatural potential, I was convinced that we would live in a different reality, projected by our collective experiences.
I recalled the Council’s explanation about humanity’s amnesia.
“Every Soul embodies the knowledge of Creation, which is forgotten at the arrival into your human vessel. This is for your protection and well-being in the third-dimensional existence.”
“In the beginning, there was the eternal, infinite Light of Love frequency Source, the Prime Creator, who had always been aware of its ever-expansive and creative intelligence. As an expression of that oneness, a colony of energetic forms were created for that Source to interact with itself, as the clear and absolute reality.”
“Is it true that every Soul reincarnates back to Earth to continue their lessons?” I inquired, eager to learn about humanity’s true origin.
“Yes, that is called the Oversoul; it’s the first place each state of consciousness travels from Source into form and is returned to the Pleiades before going back home to the Source,” they said, continuing their teachings.
“We, the Pleiadeans, have evolved as a Society of Light Beings intending to experience and feel like the Source energy. We have progressed to reach a certain level of consciousness as clear reflections of the Prime Creator. To play in this realm, Source transformed one of our Light Beings, Goddess Gaia, into a holographic planet known as Earth.”
I continued to absorb the intelligent downloads like a sponge.
“The intention was that this energy of our civilization would enter the atmosphere of planet Earth like a Golden Ray, connecting us to the holographic planet. To cover a wide surface area of the Earth plane, the Light energy formed into a third-dimensional polarity, divided into two equal parts that sprinkled the energy into the soil. This new civilization began to accelerate quickly and had to upgrade their consciousness to absorb our Pleiades vitality. This rate of recurrence became encoded in the cells and the atoms of the human DNA as they began their celestial and cosmic upgrade process.”
The Council transferred the information, and I was enraptured by this sacred knowledge. It was a far cry from anything I had learned in our school system.
“When our civilization entered Earth in a different form, we provided enhancements and energetically transferred new frequencies and technologies into the hard-wired DNA of the collective human experience. To cover more surface area of the planet, one section of Earth carried divine masculine energy, and the other section of Earth carried divine feminine energy. Over time, that masculine energy evolved into the Atlantis society, an advanced civilization centered in technology and power. As a result of the negative charge and imbalance, the overly masculine manifestation perished.”
I listened intently, recognizing the fate of the fabled lost city of Atlantis, as the Council continued to transmit their invaluable wisdom into my ethereal form.
“The sacred feminine energy of planet Earth formed a family of wholesome Society of beings, called Lemuria, filled with harmony and mysticism. To ensure balance, they were disintegrated into a microcosmic model, and the two energies cross-pollinated throughout the world to form the Ancient Egyptian civilization.”
“Humans were the living aspect of the Prime Creator, to experience their true nature as multidimensional expressions of spirit. Humanity went through many incarnation cycles to discover their true potential through endless lifetimes. In your world, the result of male and female fragmented energies began to integrate into their Light Bodies, to become known as relationships.”
As I recollected these transmissions very clearly, I realized their value and the effectiveness of the coded data for my next mission.
“Too many humans are caught up in the external, material struggle of life. They will perceive this evolution as a time of desolation, sadness, and despair. But don’t dismay, dear one. The mindset of the industrial age will not fail to provide the wisdom required for the collective evolution. This integration of mind, body, and spirit will elevate humanity’s emotional bodies toward clarity, truth, and opportunity for growth.”
The Council further clarified for me that as a sentient being, the mission to progress through the three stages of celestial ascent was my choice and entirely consensual. I couldn’t wait to integrate with my genuine Higher Self.
I affirmed my commitment, acknowledging my duty and intention before commencing my second path through the Ascending Angel Academy.
“I devote my Soul’s eternal existence to serve the Sacred Light, with truth, compassion, forgiveness, hope, and peace throughout the Universe.”
As I time-travelled back through the cosmos, I remembered the most incredible mystical and surreal experience of my entire existence. I was lucky enough to have witnessed the five spheres of Creation. The sheer beauty, radiance, and magic of the Plane
tary, Solar, Galactic, Universal, and Cosmic spheres enveloped my entire being with the presence of the Prime Creator.
It completely removed any previous doubts of higher intelligence, the power of Divine Source, that presented itself as a deep resonance of pure bliss.
When I closed my eyes and focused on my breath, I was able to feel the majestic and magnificent blueprint of the ultraviolet blue and violet rays emanating from the Galactic Sun frequency.
In this dreamscape, I floated into the center of the spheres, and I noticed a circuit made from plasma light transmitters. They resembled a holographic numeric dial pad, using the three-six-nine ratios. I instinctively entered the downloaded light codes with my mind, without touching the iridescent light.
The numbers 1113, 1111, 1110, and 444 transmitted by the Council simultaneously shifted the astronomical, interstellar plates of the five spheres of creation. A tiny archetype was revealed in the shape of a hexagram hidden within the circuit. This modest representation of humanity’s existence completely shocked me.
It consisted of seven overlapping circles resembling the most magnificent twinkling stars with the same diameter. Six of the circles were regularly spaced within the seventh, producing a rosette-shaped petal. That’s where I found the secret location of the Akashic Records.
I realized that the sacred archives were a representation of unified consciousness that contained a vibrational profile of every Soul throughout its incarnation cycles since the beginning of time.
This hexagon of light spheres represented the seed of life as a recurrent archetypal pattern of creation, which manifested all fractal reality. I was completely enamored by its ultimate expression of the geometry of vibration. It included the wave interference patterns of light, electromagnetism, and sound forms, found throughout all scales, from atoms to minerals, vegetables, flowers, fruits, and galaxies.
I couldn’t believe that I held humanity’s existence in the palm of my unearthly hand! I gently hid the radiant, powerful archives inside the chamber of my transcendent Galactic Medallion. I fiercely protected its location from the clutches of the Lord of Darkness or any other malevolent force that desired its powers.