The Christ Code

My spirit has always been sensitive.

Not fragile. Not weak. Sensitive.

The more I healed, the more open and sensitive I became to energy.

I went from being extremely extroverted and enjoying a lot of stimulation to needing more time in nature and solitude. Large crowds became overwhelming and too stimulating.

And I remembered, I was always this sensitive.

But I had learned to cope.

Starting in school, I learned how to mask my emotions and hyperactivity to fit in.

To make myself less excited so I wouldn’t annoy others with my light and joy.

I learned to stop speaking frankly because when I did, I was often hit, punished, or threatened.

I could see truth, and I spoke it, and that made people uncomfortable, especially those hiding from themselves.

In college, I learned to numb that sensitivity, with alcohol to feel less, to override the constriction, to bypass what my body was trying to tell me.

Please know: if this is you, nothing is wrong with you.

This is a program of conditioning designed to control your truth.

It requires your submission in order to participate in a society that profits from you being disconnected and in dis-ease.

I used to think something was wrong with me

That the headaches, the overwhelm, the need for order, the rage at falseness meant I was broken.

But now I know:

I was born remembering.

I feel everything because I was designed to feel it all.

To sense distortion, to name dissonance, to attune to truth.

Not to fix. Not to carry. Not to save.

But to reflect, to burn, and to walk away when the room isn’t ready.

What if my headaches were never a problem, but prophecy?

What if the pounding was my body’s rebellion against the lies I was forced to swallow? What if the migraines were my system’s way of saying: this is not safe, this is not love, this is not God.

What if every pain in my body was a sacred alert?

Not malfunction.

But misalignment.

And what if I’ve been unconsciously recalibrating every room I walk into?

Tuning the energy. Softening the edges. Making everyone else feel more at ease…

At my own expense.

No more.

I am not here to lighten your load by dimming my own.

I am not here to spiritualize your chaos or sanitize your unprocessed pain.

I am not here to fix the field.

I am here to walk in coherence.

And if the room shatters? Let it.

I used to wonder if I was autistic.

Because I couldn’t stand poor hygiene.

Because I fixated on patterns.

Because I couldn’t handle fakeness or false harmony.

Because I cried when no one else seemed to notice the grief in the air.

But what if that’s not autism?

What if that’s truth sensitivity?

What if the children labeled “on the spectrum” are actually living closer to the Source field, where nothing can be masked, and every energy is known by its true name?

What if they’re not disordered?

What if they’re un-programmable?

What if our society has pathologized the prophets?

And rewarded those who can perform best under systems of disconnection?

What if being polite was never holy?

But a performance, staged to preserve the comfort of those with power and possessions?

And here’s the heresy:

No one needs to be saved when you remember you were always worthy, whole, and love.

Not by me.

Not by Jesus.

Jesus never asked to be worshipped.

He asked us to remember.

He showed what is possible when love walks in form.

The Christ wasn’t a rescuer.

He was a revealer.

A mirror.

A living transmission.

You don’t need to find God outside yourself.

You need to embody what Christ revealed:

That when you stand in unconditional love, when you choose truth over performance, when you walk with God as breath, not as theology,

you are the light of the world.

No more martyr codes.

No more savior complex.

No more bleeding for others who refuse to remember.

I am not a salve for your pain.

I am a sword of remembrance.

I come in peace, but I do not come to please.

This is my prophetic truth:

I was never broken. I was breaking open the field.

And I will not apologize for my sensitivity.

It is my superpower.

It is my sacred inheritance.

It is the frequency that cracks open cages and burns the masks off the face of false light.

Let those who have ears, hear.

Let those who have hearts, feel.

Let those who are ready, remember:

Christ is not coming back.

Christ is already here.

In me. In you. In every breath that dares to speak the truth.

And now the Tree returns.

Asherah, the Divine Mother, no longer hidden.

The forgotten womb of the TREEnity:

Father. Son. Holy Spirit. Rooted in the Tree of Life.

This is the new gospel written in blood and bone:

We are ALL branches of the same tree.

We are ALL born of Source.

Not separate. Not superior. Not saved.

Rooted. Remembering. Rising.

One for ALL.

ALL in me.

ALL in you.

ALL rooted and radiant from within the TREEnity.

And to those raising children in this time:

You do not need your children to follow your path.

You are here to honor and see God through them, even when Spirit moves differently than it does through you.

We are not here to control their existence, we are here to be reawakened through their embodiment.

We are not here to tell them that our way is the only way.

We are here to learn a new way through them.

There may come a moment when your child wants to walk in a spiritual tradition you don’t align with. Let them.

This is not a test of doctrine. It’s a chance to embody love.

To affirm the truth: Sovereignty is sacred.

You don’t need to convert them. You need to witness them.

You don’t need to control. You need to trust. They will find their way back home within through your own embodiment over your misaligned words and actions.

This is how we break the chain of spiritual control.

This is how we liberate the future.

Let every baptism, blessing, and belief be sealed not in fear, but in freedom.

Not in dogma, but in devotion.

Not to bind, but to bless.

This is Christed parenting.

This is collective ascension.

This is the Tree of Life in full bloom.

And let this be known:

I never cared what people said.

I watched what they did.

Words are wind. But presence is power.

Your embodiment teaches louder than your sermons.

Your way of life will echo longer than your proclamations. Your humility is your humanity.

Children don’t remember every lesson, they remember how you made them feel.

They remember if they were seen, loved, and safe to be who they are.

Our children need presence over perfection.

They need raw, real, unfiltered truth over performance.

So let your love be unconditional.

And let it begin with you.

You can only reflect what you’ve first given yourself.

This is how we heal the lineage.

This is how we build the New Earth.

This is how we become the sermon.

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🌿 Sacred Tea + Energetic Reciprocity

If this transmission nourished your spirit, you’re invited to pour a cup of tea and sit with it. I have curated a tea just for you:

🌿 SovereigTEA Recipe

for sovereignty, stillness, and somatic remembrance

✧ Ingredients (dried or fresh, organic if possible):

1 tsp Holy Basil (Tulsi) – Adaptogen that balances cortisol, calms the mind, and uplifts the spirit

1 tsp Chamomile – Soothes the nervous system, releases tension, supports sleep and emotional ease

1 tsp Lemon Balm – Mild antidepressant, eases anxious thoughts, and supports clarity of heart

½ tsp Ginger root – Anti-inflammatory, activates digestion, clears energetic stagnation

½ tsp Fennel seeds – Balances the gut-brain axis, supports intuitive digestion (both physical & spiritual) Pinch of Cinnamon – Grounds the blend, balances blood sugar, adds a warming, heart-softening note

Optional: 1 tsp Rose petals – Opens the heart, adds beauty and divine feminine remembrance Optional: a few drops of Ashwagandha tincture – Strengthens resilience gently, calms overstimulation

✧ Instructions:

Boil 2–3 cups of spring or filtered water. Add all herbs to a tea infuser or loose in a teapot. Pour hot water over the herbs and steep 7–13 minutes (covered to preserve volatile oils). Strain, and sip with presence. Add local honey or a splash of nut milk if desired.

✧ Blessing:

As you sip, speak aloud or inwardly:

“I return to the calm center of my being. I reclaim my sovereignty with every breath.”

Place your hand over your heart. Feel your nervous system softening. Let the tea remind your body what it already knows,

you are safe, sovereign, and whole.

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