The Three-Night Initiation In The Astral

When your dreams stop being movies and start being a war for your soul.

I used to think my dreams were just late-night noise. Lately, they feel more like a briefing for a life I didn’t know I was living.

Three Nights Ago: The Choice

It started with a choice. I found myself in a tropical, blue-hued sanctuary, a community that claimed a strange lineage to a breakaway colony of Spain. There, I met a young man with a radiant aura.

In this dream, I wasn’t the “me” I am today. I was an avatar, and I was forced to confront a love so powerful it shattered my worldview. As this man connected my spirit to my body and told me to remember who I am, I transformed. I wasn’t just human. I was a warrior, an X-Men version of myself almost. I chose to stay in that power. See below for the article.

Two Nights Ago: The Sovereignty Test

The next night felt like a test round in a more familiar, hilarious celebrity-laden world. I was a brunette woman being pursued by a controlling Bradley Cooper.

Even in the middle of this power-play relationship, a figure of ultimate authority appeared: Beyoncé. She gave me a directive that has been ringing in my ears ever since. She said to always use your powerful voice to call people by their full names.

It was a lesson in Sovereignty. Whether it is a Hollywood A-lister or a ghost from your past, calling someone by their full name means seeing them exactly as they are. No masks. No projections. No intimidation. It was a practice run for what was coming next.

Last Night: The Protector And Final Boss Fight

Last night, the gloves came off. The dark entities that usually hunt me in my sleep appeared again, but I found my power. I used my voice. I stood my ground.

“I am a being of light,” I told them. “You cannot touch me or anyone else.”

I could see these entities desperately trying to attack within inches of innocent people, but to no avail.

The climax of the dream took me underwater and then into the sky. I found myself underwater saving people from drowning and being attacked by these beings. I could see how they were sensing people, feeding off of fear and struggle.

Perhaps this is a symbol. We must not live in fear; we must find our power to stop this chaos through love and strength. I placed an oxygen bubble around their faces to stop them from panicking so they could get to safety and could not be seen anymore.

Suddenly, I flew at terminal velocity above where my denser dream body was, inside of a train helping others stay calm in the midst of chaos. I found myself in front of the leader of an alien invasion. He was inside of a HUGE floating boat or a ship. I knew he wasn’t a human being; something about his aura was glitching. He saw me coming for him at the last moment, so our hands grabbed each other, face to face.

I can FEEL in my 3D body in my bed the electricity in my hands and the density of his energy. I stared into his eyes and I used my voice:

“YORUBA!”

Suddenly, his face broke away to reveal an ugly, draconian-looking alien.

This is the best representation I could make:

He stopped and let go, looking shocked at me as if I had recalled something he hasn’t heard in centuries. He begged for me not to harm him, but instead to try to work together. Then I woke up.

Connecting to the Mother: Yemoja and the Stars

When I woke up, the word YORUBA wouldn’t leave me. My mind immediately went to Yemoja, the Mother of All. In the dream, I was underwater protecting the silent ones. In my dreams, I had a white dress and blonde hair. Is this my higher-self? Do I have a connection to Yemoja?

Real Yemoja Drawing From Yoruba

The Blueprint?

I’ve been trying to piece together why these names keep resurfacing. When I look at the synchronicities, the picture gets wider:

• SOKAR is the God between the living and the dead in Egypt.

• YEMOJA is the Mother Goddess, the owner of the collective subconscious. She helps people navigate the turbulent emotions that arise from the subconscious.

• My birth chart reading speaks of being a “Bridger of Worlds”. (Pisces Ascendent in 12th house moon, realm of collective unconscious, dreams and Scorpio sun in 8th house for transformation, death, rebirth and psychological mystery.)

• Blue beings keep appearing to me, both holographically and in these astral worlds.

Here I am, talking about my insane dreams on Substack as if this is just totally normal. Is this a blueprint I’m following? Is YEMOJA a guide? It could just be my entire imagination. Either I’m going crazy or I am making weird connections, but it just FEELS so strange, like there is an arrow pointing in a direction that my human mind is resisting because it seems so…non-human.

It also makes me wonder if the ancient beliefs of the Yoruba people are actually a distant memory of a visitation. Did we see blonde star beings in the sky and call them angels? Is my higher self returning to protect the collective from the beings who hide behind human masks? Is this connected somehow to Atlantis, Egypt, and Yoruba?

Nonetheless, the message is clear…

You have power, don’t let anyone take that away from you. Use your voice and don’t let go of your sovereignty.

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If you’ve ever had a dream that felt more like a memory, or a “name” that kept you up for days, tell me below. I think we’re all starting to remember something.