The Imagination is not an inventor.

He thinks of nothing of his own.

He is a portal. The multidimensional eye which can collapse infinite possibility into one point of experience.

The Imagination does not create; it draws down from a menu of possibility simply by it’s willed observation.

This is no different than the observer collapsing the wave into a particle. Such is the “physical” side of experience, where there is a subtle, receptive side, a dimension in which we cannot but walk and breathe in our every moment. It is the container of all possibility, each occurring simultaneously. Right in our very “presence” where we call “nothing.”

When she chooses, and to the limits of her belief, she can anchor down any one of these possibilities into the now mental realm via the Imagination portal. When she is adept, or clumsy as she may be, after enough FOCUS on the anchored thing, with enough feeling intensity and/or duration of thought (4D creation), it collapses into our 3D felt (sensory) experience.

All things in this dimension are drawn down via thought, the Imagination portal. Including us.

As her skill grows, she can do this more rapidly, as desired, and without the taint of fear.

You see…we are always engaged in this process, albeit oft mostly unconsciously.

In this state, we are receptive to whatever inputs are directed our way. Because we exist in a plane that is designed to harvest our life force energy, we must *choose* our own inputs, and in so doing, close off our receptors to the frequencies which were created and are being sustained to control us by limiting the amount of our consciousness we can access readily and directly.

In such an environment, our frequency is deliberately anchored to animal-mind. This wouldn’t be such a concern if it weren’t intentionally preyed upon. We experience this most overtly in advertising, and most subtly in the food we consume on a daily basis.

In such an environment, it is crucial to *choose* what is going into your receptors. This occurs by the deliberate creation of belief structure, by designing our own matrix. For if we do not do so (and most of us don’t), *we receive the one created for us*. Which was designed to harvest us as cattle. Batteries.


Sovereignty is knowing that you are not limited even by the confines of your physical body. For it is only the encasing of your spaceship. Nor are you limited to the confines of the “physicality” of this Mother Planet. For it, too, is only a ship.

If you do not choose to receive what you need to receive from this transmission, you deepen yourself into the trance of their matrix.

And this is okay.

Those who are readying are receiving the information they require, in the language they require. Others are just being poked, gently stirred. Even the ones still fully entranced are helping us to see more clearly what is going on. We are all in this together.

Portals are opening from every dimension, offering us the opportunity to choose between the red pill and the blue.

Blue is soothing and cozy. It feels like Mother. It is familiar, we know the map.

It is, however, a cage. And, should you agree to it (and by not acknowledging it and otherwise filling your receptors, you are agreeing to it), you will remain limited by the confines of this cage. If you wish to enjoy its comforts, you will remain limited by the confines of this cage.

There is no judgement. This is not a test. Those are the parts made up by man.

What my ego despises most about this situation is the lack of apparent choice. We have been duped, which is contrary to the laws of our existence, which emerge from Free Will. Choice.

We cannot choose if we do not know there is a choice.

I am angered that this choice has seemingly been robbed from us. Even while Astara assures me it is all part of the plan.

It is also part of the plan that I receive Light enough that will allow me to choose *consciously*. THIS is our truest birthright. Our OLDEST birthright.


And in this way, it is “unfair,” unjust, against original law to be conditioned into the illusion that we don’t have a choice, or to be lied to about our choices, limiting them intentionally with the purpose of redirecting our FOCUS onto consciousness fragments which were created to harvest our energy. Jesus the Christ is one such consciousness.

If your choice is the red pill, you must begin to recognize the cage walls. You must even see them where they feel good to you. For those are the parts in place to keep you there.

It does not concern me that many will find these words strange and maybe even think I’ve given myself to madness. Even with the tiny glimpse of the vastness of my larger family, I stand strong on eons of ancestors who carry this knowledge and are giving me just the tiniest bits and pieces as my minnow mind can barely receive it. It is okay that you think me mad for the chance that any light diffuses to where it needs to go. Because that’s what I am. That’s what we all are: communication beacons. We are meant to allow Gaia to communicate with her larger family. Back and forth. Like telephoning your grandmother across the country.

They prevent this by distorting the frequency that defines our physical form. And which determines access to our consciousness.

Because we live in a Free Will existence, if we are aware of this, we can choose not to subject ourselves to it.

We do this by correcting for the tonal distortion.

For those who are ready or waiting for the rest of us, this will mean something. Take what is nutritious and leave the rest for the kooks. If you are one of the ones waiting: thank you. I am only an egg. But I’m opening. I welcome and appreciate your assistance.

Sending my Love to all who have attended their FOCUS and helped to create this into being. Know that your Power is acknowledged, received, and appreciated.

Transmission received 5-15-18.


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Published by Astara Solae

I created 13MOONS Magazine to resurrect the sacred feminine in Stories and Art. As a Seeress who'd worked directly with Oshun, Yemaya, Oya, and other earlier Goddesses, I noticed a stark difference in these energies and those of later iterations, such as Venus and Aphrodite. It is like parts of these beings were stripped away. Whether to fit the fashion of culture or men, I'll leave for you to decide, but this just didn't sit right with my spirit. And so I dreamed of a platform which would amplify the real voice of the feminine - Stories and Art created by actual women from our perspective, without apology. And here we are.I am called Astara, a name I received during meditation, meaning Little Sirius. I am here to draw down the energy of Ast, also known as Auset, Isis, and the latest: Mother Mary, truly just a hint of the Original anymore. I am here to Remember and to help Remind us of who we are as women, who we are beneath patriarchal whitewashing and power politics as religion. I am here to Remind us of the wisdom we hold within each of our cells which we have mistakenly (and blasphemously) called our meat suit. I am a Sensual Fluency Educator and Tranceworker, offering tools I've channeled from my own body to help you connect with yours. Reach out anytime if you'd like to hear more.

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