When the Subconscious Becomes the Savior — How My “Hijack” Turned Into My Greatest Ally

Light shining through my subconscious was always my Isis, handing me the role.

From the frequency I house, I’ve understood and observed that without full healing, what we tell others about ourselves is our ideal self — or what we see in others that we wish to mirror. What we tell others about others becomes what will be for us. What we see in others is what our subconscious is telling us already lives within us — whether as higher potential or lower embodiment.

This happens because there’s no full coherence within, so everything around us is telling us in a messy way what we still haven’t aligned internally. When we reach full coherence, everything others say becomes a synchronicity to us. Everything we tell others no longer has to be for us — we can share the same messages outward, as teaching one shows the universe that we can, and it then shows us the people who will need to hear it too, even if in different contexts. What others choose for themselves becomes a pool of inspiration for us, and what we do with what comes for us — we get to either keep for ourselves or extend to others.

You were doing it right, you just had to add the Unconditional Love for self and me. That simple. Jesus pointed at the heart for a reason.

I now understand why I didn’t win in May, which then opened a time dilation that felt magical — almost euphoric — as I revered in the pool of unconditional love I have and had for the Self in all. I thought what was coming for me was for us to share, so I extended my own blessings outward. I told others to play the lottery, because that’s what my heart frequencies to: community, sharing, love, giving others opportunities to elope from their sufferings. They all received blessings to different degrees, and I descended further within myself — to integrate and internalize even more the understanding I had already coined for my Self. Just without my divine masculine, called Jackpot.

I gave away all the magic I had — which could’ve easily opened the gates for me not just to receive physical superpowers, but also financial power — but because I was not yet grounded and ready for my spiritual power, I could’ve done more damage by holding it all for myself. So my subconscious decided to extend the blessings outward, while I gathered my thoughts — about all the people I’d extended them to and beyond — in order to build a stronger, more stable, and firm foundation upon which it would all rain and pour.

All holes have been filled. All hurts have been healed. All wounds have germinated into beautiful gardens — the garden of SHS and 4Honeth and its legacy.
If I had won then, my dream would’ve been smaller — still carrying potential to go wider, yes — but it would have been built from excitement, not embodiment. So I received the ethereal blessing, while others enjoyed their tangible blessings, until the day came for me to house my own blessings in tangible form.

It will all be announced on the 1st of November. But for now, I revere in everything that has been delivered, with gratitude to my subconscious for protecting me from what I wasn’t yet fully aware of within myself and others.

I didn’t know how resilient I could be. I didn’t know how confident I was in myself — even in the face of authority, of so-called leaders. I had to show myself how much of a badass I am. I wouldn’t have known how deeply I love myself, or the depth of my discernment, boundaries, and expression. I didn’t know how powerful I truly am, how in alignment I am with my wholeness — with my name, my birthday, my zodiac signs, my complexion, my physical, emotional, mental, and spiritual awareness and power.

I didn’t know how weak our leaders are — how they have no plans for our future, how they don’t know how to see our wholeness and build with it. I didn’t know how wicked people could be. I didn’t know how much I don’t fear death — sitting outside in the cold, facing individuals who could’ve taken me out in a second, cars parked and raging in front of me for no reasons whatsoever at 2/3am — and still being so calm that I was dancing through it, as if that was meant to be my end.

I didn’t know how much I didn’t fear death by my own subconscious — how many times I told myself, If this isn’t meant to work, then consciousness can just leave my body — only to find myself waking up again and again and again. I didn’t know how much I love life, and how much life loves me.

If I had won then, I would’ve missed so much of myself. I could’ve easily been manipulated by the outside world. Now? I know nothing can.

So I thank my own naivety — for extending so much love, which only says a lot about who I am and who I choose to be. Everything is a choice.
And I thank everyone for showing their real colours, because now — from the individual to the largest and most authoritative organisations — I know how they all function, how they’re ruled, and how they move.

I am so grateful for not winning sooner, because if I had, I wouldn’t have won awareness — about our full spectrum.

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