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sailorsirius · 2 years

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I Didn’t Meet Zachary This Weekend

I was going to wait until I felt a little more ready to type all this out, but I'm starting to forget important details, so I need to go ahead and do it if I'm going to.

I was supposed to meet Zachary this past weekend. I didn't. I don't know why.

There was kind of a big, slow, potent lead-up to the realization that I would specifically be meeting him in the flesh at Comicpalooza. I did a reading with Archangelhypnosis. I even got a bunch of crystals and jewelry for various purposes, which isn’t normally something I’d do; but since it felt like I was being instructed to procure these things for this specific purpose, I did it anyway. (They worked, by the way. To my complete surprise.)

Evie warned me that this could be a distressing experience. She mentioned that there would be negative energies attempting to antagonize me or delay or prevent my meeting Zach, and boyyyy were they trying it. Shit kept happening left and right: M suddenly not being able to make it to the convention one of the three days and me scrambling to figure out a way to go anyway; not feeling well physically; being absolutely inundated with negative thoughts and doubts that were most certainly not coming from my own mind; meditating just before I left for the first day, only to be interrupted back to back to back to back with notifications on my phone despite having turned notifications off.

But to be honest, I was like… lmao fuck you, get out of my way. I wasn’t really concerned about it, because I was going to see this through. I was going to find Zach no matter how hard it got.

I looked so fucking cute, man. I got myself a bunch of temp tattoos and put them all over. I did my makeup all nice and my hair in a way I never would have thought to do before--again, that feeling like I was being instructed to do so. Like I was cosplaying as myself, or as Jessie, so he would recognize me when he saw me.

It didn't happen on Friday. But that's okay, I didn't think it would. It definitely felt like it'd be Saturday. That night, he came to me in a dream and kissed me right on my third eye. Once, twice, three times, like he didn't want to stop kissing me. It was so beautiful and sweet. I knew that was important. It felt like encouragement.

Saturday came. I had my crystals with me. I had my mind right. I felt relatively relaxed. I wandered through the exhibitor hall and could see shifting and intermingling of everyone's energies--something in the past I’ve only been able to feel, and not in more than a rudimentary sense. I saw signs everywhere, like walking by the witchy booth that just happened to have the Lovers card first in a stack on their table, and then looking up and just happening to see an encouraging number. There are so many other things, I can't remember all of them.

At one point, I felt so at peace and felt his presence so strongly in that room that I asked him, “Where are you?”

"Close," he said. I could feel the smile in his voice. He was right there. He could have been any of the hundreds of people in that hall. He told me to stay calm and focused. Hold onto the thread, follow it. “Come find me.”

I fucking tried so hard. I was right there. HE was right there.

I don't know what happened. It was like someone pulled the plug out of the wall. Suddenly, I didn't feel him there anymore. The color drained out of my surroundings. I had been given the gift of seeing distinct energies around me, but that was gone now. I went home absolutely exhausted and came back on Sunday to that same feeling that he was simply not there. I even asked him, "Are you here?"

The silence was profound.

I cried for three days. I still don't get it, and I get the feeling I'm not supposed to know what happened. My first thought was that I had slid into Having Expectations, but we'd gotten so far! Surely we wouldn't have made it that far if I was doing something wrong. Was it one of the handful of people I thought could be him, and I'd convinced myself they weren't and ruined it? No way. I would have known immediately and without question that it was him. Or, he would have bridged the gap. I also thought maybe Angel Michael had been wrong, but I don't think it's that either. I just don't understand–if it wasn't going to happen, why did we get SO CLOSE?

It's been really hard to think about Zach and excruciating trying to work myself out of that RSD "I've been rejected and abandoned and I never deserved to have this anyway" hole. He's been right next to me all week, feeling just as disappointed and confused as me. He's letting me figure it out and he's not taking it personally when I don't want to think about him because it hurts too much. But it's still such a comfort to feel him there even if it's not in the flesh like I thought it would be. I know we're still going to meet–that's the whole point of this life. To find him and fulfill our role together. But damn if this wasn't one of the most painful and exhausting experiences of my life.

Evie kindly checked in on me when she didn’t hear back about whether I’d found him or not. She offered me commiseration–apparently she’d been through this several times before she finally found Luther. She also offered to ask Michael about it in the next session they did. His counsel was that Zach had succumbed to interruptions; he also said that there would be many more opportunities to meet… and that we live very close to each other. Which is fantastic if true, but knowing myself, I’ll be looking for him everywhere I go until I figure out how to let this just be what it is.

Never in my LIFE did I think this would be so grueling, oh my god. I’m so tired, and I feel like we’ve only just started.

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#zachary #cosmic twins #twin flames #alien papers

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cosmic-wonders-series · 5 months

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#cosmic wonders #Gaia #Cyana #twins

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animationfanboy2k4 · 10 months

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"That's what friends are for, right? "

#international friendship day #gravityfalls #stevenuniverse #gravity falls #steven universe #ok ko let's be heroes #craig of the creek #amphibia #the owl house #final space #inside job #kid cosmic #star wars visions #tuttle twins #monkie kid #dead end paranormal park

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sleepyminty · 6 months

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I love how gacha games depicted the spacecraft voyager as starchildren full of wonders and curiosities. With the difference that r1999 voyager inspired from the golden record whereas fgo voyager inspired from le petit prince. Also fun fact NASA launch two Voyagers to space

#fgo #type moon #reverse 1999 #r1999 #fgo voyager #r1999 voyager #voyager 1 #voyager 2 #re1999 #fate grand order #fate requiem #fate requiem voyager #fate series #fate voyager #blue epoch #they are twins #and for some reason they are cosmic horror to aliens

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pinkeoni · 1 year

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twelvegate is super fun and I love reading posts/theories about Will and El being bio twins but I also love the idea of there being a fantasy/sci-fi divide between Will and El’s powers. El’s powers while still supernatural is rooted in sci-fi tropes and lore while Will’s are steeped in fantasy tropes and lore. El has psionic abilites while Will has magic. El is the science experiment gone rogue while Will is the wizard. El’s powers were born out of men in science meddling where they shouldn’t have while Will was born completely out of chance because of ancient magic of the universe.

#idk #at least thats what i like to think #but also lowkey obsessed with some of the twelvegate posts like you guys keep fighting the good fight #either way they are twins even in the cosmic sense #also more willel narrative mirroring in this way #ive slept all day and then i woke up and had caffiene so now i cant stop postibg #will byers #el hopper #will byers has powers #willel #stranger things #byler #<- target audience

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spiked-mall-goth · 6 months

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#spikes edits #snoopy would be so cosmically bad at gambling it would be funny.#twin peaks #dale coopr #twin peaks tuesday!!#snoopy #snoopy edits #snoopy posting lol

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stargazer333 · 8 months

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#twin flames #Lang Leav #Love #Forever #Cosmic dance #Collision #i love you #Endlessly #I freaking love you so much #twin flame #universe #stargazer #soulmates #lovers #Forevermore #Always #it was always you #One and only

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vintage-tigre · 6 months

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"Inside we're ageless, and when we talk to ourselves--it's the same person we were talking to, the same age, when we were little. It's the body that is changing around that ageless center.”

- David Lynch

#david lynch #surreal #aesthetic #vintage #old school cool #style #cinema #twin peaks #90s icons #90s movies #90s tv shows #cosmic #mortality

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euphorictruths · 2 years

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Nothing Compares To You

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cosmic-kaden · 1 month

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Introducing my sw oc Mikal Reese (Pronounced Me-kale) he is the twin brother of Kaden Reese~! They're both mechanics on the star destroyer. (In the everyone is terrible timeline lol) i wanted to make my self-insert too lol

Basics:

Name - Mikal Reese

Age: 35

Hair colour: brown

Eye colour: Green

Features: beauty marks beside his lip and on his neck.

Height: 5'9"

Siblings: Twin Kaden Reese

Occupation: Mechanic aboard the Star Destroyer, The Finalizer.

Gender: Cis Male

Pronouns: He/Him

Sexual Orientation: Pan

Info:

Mikal is fiercely protective over his sibling. Which Doesn't go well upon learning that Kaden is in a relationship with Kylo Ren (Or Matt as he's in that universe as well!)

He's very perceptive.

Is the "little bro"

Crazy smart.

can be a goof around those he cares about

Very much an extrovert

Gets air sick (hoo boy..)

aspires to be a pilot one day.

Always has to have a drink after work

Always smells like metal and oil

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#Cosmic's oc; Mikal Reese #ME!? ADDING TO MY LORE!? ha yeah... this boi used to be a plot device but OOPS now he's my twin brother~! Love this goober!#SW SI #tw: blood

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i-will-physically-fight-you · 17 days

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6. “Not to be dramatic, but I’m back from the dead. Hope y’all missed me.” With Virgil and Remus?

Title: On a Stormy Sea of Emotion

Word-Count: 1.7k

Summary:

"Not to be dramatic, but I'm back from the dead. Surprise!" Remus shoots a pair of finger guns, droplets of blood spraying out from his finger tips, "Hope y'all missed me."

The cloaked figure, the target of his finger guns, does not move. Their facemask, elegantly carved to mimic a raven, stares Remus down apathetically.

Remus laughs, clasping his hands behind his neck as he leans against a building that makes up the alleyway of their standoff, "C'mon, old man. I clawed myself out of the grave and this is how you treat your 'beloved son, departed from the earth too soon?'"

OR: a Superhero AU featuring Jason Todd coded-Remus.

Pairing: parental dukexity

Warnings: Superhero AU, Death mentions, blood mention, vomit mention, implied self harm, pstd flashback, morally grey characters, angst with ambiguous ending

Thank you for the prompt! This infected my brain all last night and today, hope you enjoy <3

Killing isn't that hard of an action, really. There is a million ways to kill someone. Guns, knives, poison or the way Remus liked it--using your bare hands. It wasn't always the most effective, but when your target knocks your knife out of your hands--well, then you gotta go for the jugular.

Remus hums as he picks up his knife, examining it. The blood dripping from its blade landed on his gloves, coating it with a metallic stench. One time as a kid, he received a paper cut and out of curiosity, he stuck his finger inside his mouth to taste his own blood.

It just had a copper tangy taste, not very appetizing. But well, he's never tried someone else's blood, what if it had a different taste? Would a greedy drug lord's blood taste too greasy? Tainted by their lack of remorse and regard for the suffering and lives destroyed in their avaricious pursuit of wealth?

He is almost halfway to enacting on such an impulse, when something shifts behind him. He turns around swiftly, his knife meeting nothing but air. But there is something there, or rather someone.

Remus cackles, his eyes darting around his surroundings. There, in the shadows of the nearby dumpster. He lowers his knife, putting it away for now.

His heart clangs loudly against his ribcage as his ears began to clamor with a loud ringing noise. This moment has always been inevitable since the second he decided to remain in this hellish city.

Remus is many things, but he is not a fool nor is he a coward. He is exhilarated this moment has come at last. Not terrified.

"Hello daddy dearest," He calls out, "it's been a while."

His words are enough to draw out the cloaked figure from out of the shadows.

"Not to be dramatic, but I'm back from the dead. Surprise!" Remus shoots a pair of finger guns, droplets of blood spraying out from his finger tips, "Hope y'all missed me."

The cloaked figure, the target of his finger guns, does not move. Their facemask, elegantly carved to mimic a raven, stares Remus down apathetically.

He already knows the truth; maybe there was a time this man had regarded him as a beloved son. Back when Remus had been a quiet, subdued child, perfectly manageable and obedient. But that time had long passed.

"I know I probably should've stayed dead but you know me! I'm not great at following rules."

Virgil Storm, or in this case, "The Raven" still doesn't do anything. It is a little unnerving, actually. Remus had expected there to be harsh words thrown his way, or perhaps even be pinned into a chokehold by this point in the interaction.

The Raven doesn't kill. During his first bout at the whole being alive thing, that been a contentious point between the two. Yet, would an abomination like Remus count as a living being?

"And," Remus says abruptly, shifting his weight against the wall, "you can't kill me. You can try, but like. It won't work. I jumped off like a twenty story building--went splat! Like a bug, it was really messy, but I didn't die. Um, you can take a DNA sample to prove it's me--"

"Remus?" The Raven speaks at last, his voice garbled and gravelly from the voice modifier of the mask.

"Yeah, it's me. I mean, we both know Prince Boring doesn't have the guts to pull off a prank like this," Remus smirks, "I'm sure he's happy that I haven't been around to play screamo when I have the aux or fill his backpack with severed Barbie doll heads."

The Raven's cloaked figure starts staggering towards him. Remus moves to stand upright once more, his body tensing. He can take the punch, it'll hurt but it won't leave any bruises. Remus has done enough experimenting to know he can't be physically harmed anymore. At least not permanently in any way that matters.

But rather a punch thrown his way, the Raven's arms seize hold of him. Not around his neck, but around his body, as the Raven leans around him, his cloak wrapping around Remus like a blanket. He is...hugging Remus? What the fuck?

A cold pricking sensation hits Remus, spreading out through every inch of his body. But he does not move to resist the Raven's embrace.

"I'm sorry," His adoptive father murmurs, "I made so many mistakes, I was afraid but I shouldn't have allowed my fear to control me in the way that I did--"

"Aren't you paranoid?" Remus whispers, "What if I'm not actually Remus? What if I'm just a shapeshifter pretending to be him? Or--or something else?"

"But I know you're you. Do you really think I wouldn't have investigated the assumed grave robbery of my son's corpse?" The Raven counters, "I already have a DNA sample I collected from your confrontation with the Dragon Witch analyzed."

Of course, of course Virgil already had a DNA sample. To any sane person, this might've been a horrifying realization. But for Remus, who spent ten years under the man's roof, this was perfectly normal behavior of a man obsessive enough to run around as a nonpowered cloaked vigilante.

"Remus, you have every reason to hate me or even Roman," The voice modifier pitched upwards in an odd high tone, "but would you'd be willing to come home for at least Janus's sake?"

Remus forgets how to breathe for a moment. There are many reasons why he hasn't sought out his family. He isn't sure if he is willing to accept Virgil's apology, much less risk seeing Roman's face again. But Janus is different. He has always understood Remus in the ways the others never did.

Despite Janus being Virgil's "man in the chair" as it were, he has never operated with the same morals. Remus will never forget the time some henchmen broke into their secret hideout while Virgil and Roman had been away on a mission. Janus had not hesitated to put lead directly into their foreheads.

"I'm afraid I don't indulge in the same mercy as your father," Janus had said, tidying up the mess they'd left behind, "It is my duty to preserve the safety of those I've been sworn to protect, even if comes at the lives of others."

The Raven is a vigilante that is shrouded in mystery. There are rumors that circulate the streets that the Raven is inhuman, a being that moves swiftly and strikes without warning. Some even dare to whisper about the unfortunate ends that some of the Raven's victims have met. What they don't know is that last bit is all of Janus's doing.

It's why Remus has never understood Virgil's hypocrisy. He'll turn a blind eye to Janus's actions but Remus, roughing up a thug a little too harshly? Oh no, no, no, that was the most heinous thing Remus could ever do.

(He wonders what his adoptive father thinks of his actions not only tonight, but the past few months. Isn't this everything his father feared and more? Putting aside the whole "not being dead" thing, isn't this enough to make him irredeemable in the Raven's eyes?)

"Janus?" Remus hesitates, "would he be willing to make his tea?"

"For you, I am sure he is willing to prepare a full spread of pastries along with a pot of tea. He has...missed you a lot, Remus."

Remus's stomach rumbles. He hasn't eaten in weeks--not since he realized his body technically doesn't need food to survive. But he does need Janus's pastries. Those pastries are never a want, but a necessity.

"Okay, I'll go." Remus says, craning his neck to meet the Raven's gaze, "but only because I'm hungry."

Somehow, this causes a snort from his adoptive father. The closest thing resembling a laugh that the Raven will ever do. When he is not the Raven, and is simply Virgil--sometimes the man will actually laugh. Even so, that snort is the closest thing to a laugh that Remus has heard from the man in close to a year before his death.

Remus's legs buckle beneath him, almost bringing the Raven down with him. But it's not from the shock of the old man laughing. No, it's more likely his body protesting his week long streak of not sleeping.

It seems even though he doesn't require as much sleep as before, he still requires a certain amount of it. Or at least, that is what makes the most sense in his hazy racing thoughts.

"I've got you," Virgil whispers, his words unfettered by the voice modifier, "you're safe now."

Arms gather underneath him, as a long Kevlar cloak is draped around his wiry figure. An unwanted memory drifts to the surface; a time where his kid self demanded to be carried home and the Raven obliged without complaint. Roman had trailed after them, begging to be carried as well.

Janus had taken one look at their return (Roman clinging to Virgil's back like a baby koala while Remus was cradled in his arms) and simply raised an eyebrow. But it was clear through his stifled breathing that he found the entire thing comical.

Remus doesn't want to fall unconscious. He'll deny it, protest it with a wide grin and a cackle, that death doesn't scare him. But he is terrified of pitch black darkness.

He fears a confined undetermined space that is meant to seal him away deep in the ground. He fears wood splinters underneath his fingernails as he chokes on dirt as he continues to dig upwards, driven by an urge to survive--to break out of the ground to blessed, fresh air. He fears staring at a gravestone and just laughing until he started vomiting clods of dirt.

What if Virgil is lying about Janus? What if he decides to bury Remus again, this time in a coffin made out of titanium or reinforced concrete--dooming him to a living death?

"No," He mumbles, attempting to grasp tightly to Virgil's cloak, "I don't--"

But his eyes flutter shut against his volition, and he can only hope that they truly did miss him enough; that the words carved on his gravestone were genuine and sincere.

Remus Seagrove

20XX-20XXX

Beloved Son, Brother, Friend

Dearly Missed and Departed from the Earth too Soon

#sander sides #virgil sanders #remus sanders #sasi fic #thomas sanders #kat writes #time to yell thoughts in the tags #firstly this fic is roughly inspired by batman comics but not a one for one AU obviously #Virgil is a very flawed individual who was trying his best parenting both Roman and Remus #Janus is acting in an Alfred role here but he is actually a former villain of Virgil's who has been 'reformed'#but he obviously still isnt above killing people lmao #he was badly wounded in a fight and isnt able to be active in the field thus the reason he operates behind the scenes for virgil #Roman and Remus take on Robin-esque roles in this AU #they are biological twins who Virgil adopted after their parents were murdered #Roman probably the most like Dick Grayson in this AU #Virgil didnt want literal children out on the streets fighting crime but eventually caved because they craved violence #Remus used to be very withdrawn as a child #it wasnt until he became a teenager he found his voice and became more vocal and resistant to blindly following authority #virgil to janus: 'stop encouraging him! you're a bad influence!'#janus sipping his tea: no <3 #in comparison roman seemed like a saint and thus some tension erupted between the two #as to how he returned from the dead? similar to jason some cosmic reset occurred causing him to wake up in his coffin #unlike jason he didnt require a lazarus pit and has become some undead being that probably shouldnt exist but does #also virgil isnt old hes like in his forties lol #remus is just being annoying

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sailorsirius · 2 years

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A Meeting With the Archangel Michael

Around the same time I realized I might be meeting Zachary this month, I came across a post on instagram. It was written by Archangelhypnosis, whom I’d started following a long time ago, but I didn’t normally see their posts because I do my best to limit how much scrolling I do.

The post was about this person’s experience realizing she was a twin, connecting with her twin in the higher plane, discovering that this being was in fact the archangel Michael, and then eventually meeting her twin in person.

And at this point, I was pretty deep in my resentment of the term “twin flames”, because everything I read about other people’s experiences just did not line up with mine and Zach’s at all. I’d even started wondering if we were something else entirely, tbh. But this person’s story just sounded so familiar that it made me cry. (Except for the part about archangels; I’m not saying Zachary’s not an angel or some similar entity, but if he is, I don’t know about it yet.)

So I messaged her. I told her how closely my story lined up with hers, and that I thought I might be meeting my twin in the flesh very soon. I asked her a couple questions, and she very kindly answered all of them and offered some advice.

What I learned from the Akashic Records reading I did about a year ago is that I should absolutely trust myself when I feel like I know things. My intuition is so much stronger and louder than I think it is–I don’t need to doubt myself or seek outside answers. And honestly, my MO is figuring things out by myself from scratch, forming my own methods, and drawing my own conclusions.

But I just had to know if I was really going to meet Zach soon, or if I was setting myself up for disappointment.

So I booked a reading.

The questions I asked

I had actually prepared like, a whole page of questions and notes ahead of time, but I ended up scrapping it because I knew I wouldn’t be able to be in the moment and focus on all the things I wanted to say and ask at the same time. I ended up leaving out the explanatory info, because if Michael could help me, then he wouldn’t need me to explain anything. I distilled my questions down to just a handful:

Are Zachary and I twin flames?

Who is Zachary? Who am I?

Can you tell me about some past lives of ours? Who is Jessie Traeger?

What are we here to do?

Are we meeting this weekend?

How it went

We met virtually. First Evie introduced herself, and then she introduced Luther–her partner, twin, and the archangel Michael incarnate. (Y’all… have you ever wondered what an angel incarnate looks like? Luther is it.)

We chatted for a couple minutes and got to know each other. Then Evie set up a camera over the bed Luther would lie on. Luther got comfy, and then Evie did a quick group meditation for us. After that, Evie brought Luther down into a theta-brainwave state using SCHH, a quantum hypnosis technique. This allowed Michael to come through and communicate through Luther.

I asked my questions. Michael speaks slowly and quietly and tends toward longwindedness, so Evie translated and rephrased as necessary. And when I was done, Evie brought Luther back to consciousness and asked him if he remembered anything from the session. Typically he doesn’t, but this time, he did.

What I learned

My extremely close relationship with Zachary

I could barely even get the question about whether Zach and I are twins out before Michael blurted very loudly and clearly, “YES.” It almost made me laugh, like he was saying, duh, of course you are. We’ve been through many, many cycles together (which I can attest to), dealt with challenge after challenge together, and fulfilled countless contracts. Our connection is so strong because we’ve done all this work together. Which tracks to me, because I’ve always felt like one of the ways my experience differs from other twin flames’ is that I feel like we’re already deeply unified. Other twins seem to have a task to complete together or a grand lesson to learn from each other, but Zachary and I don’t. Further to this point, multiple people have sensed a duality about me, as well as a nebulous, amorphous, flowing sense of masculine and feminine combined. And then there’s the whole bodyswapping thing.

Who we are and what we’re here to do

This wasn’t overly clear to me–Michael got quiet here, but what I heard was “galactic council”, and things about the trading of energy and information as well as higher-dimensional civilizations. This resonated with me because as I’ve mentioned before, I don’t really know how to describe how uncomfortable I am inside a human body and being so limited. But also, this place–this whole planet, this global civilization, has so much wrong with it that I just Know can be fixed, and I’m kind of eternally struggling against the fact that it can be and very much IS better in other places, and being frustrated that it’s not fixed yet. And I think that comes from still not fully knowing what place I take in this council–if I take one at all–and what my higher self knows and remembers.

And the reason why I feel like there’s nothing in particular that Zachary and I are here to do, and why in a lot of my dreams he just wants to be near me and we’re not really doing much–it’s because our purpose here is to take a vacation. To relax, to heal, to just be with and love each other. We’ve earned it, we deserve it. This makes a ton of sense to me too because I feel like I came into this life bone-tired and world-weary. I don’t want to work, I don’t want to labor to live, I want to fucking rest.

I’m meeting him this weekend

If it’s the timeline he’s thinking of, Michael said, then yes, we’ll be meeting at Comicpalooza.

I fucking knew it.

Having gone through this experience himself reuniting with Evie, he advised me that I control this situation and that it’s up to me to see that it gets done. Letting negative energy cause doubt and interference would be detrimental, but that ultimately, I’m absolutely strong enough to see myself through this, and that I got this.

I’m so fucking excited I can’t stand it oh my god.

Who is Jessica Traeger?

A few of you might know me as Jessie Traeger. This name, like so many other things, came to me for no apparent reason one day and just Felt Right. Jessie as a name is so familiar to me, and it’s what Zach calls me, just the same way I call him Zach. Traeger, as you may have guessed, is Zachary’s last name.

It didn’t really occur to me until this reading to wonder where this name came from. Whether it was my name in a past life or a future one, or if it’s someone I know in a different realm.

Michael couldn’t tell me. He wasn’t willing to interfere, as there’d be more information coming to me soon. I respect that and am intrigued, to say the least 👀

Other things of note

We got through my questions pretty quickly and had some time to spare. Michael was kind enough to agree to answer more questions if I had any, so I took the opportunity to ask some things–surprisingly, or maybe not, I asked things that came to me right then, rather than going back through my original list of questions.

I asked about the artifact room

This is a place I don’t think I’ve written about here yet, but it’s somewhere I went in a dream once… which I’m realizing now was astral projecting, not dreaming. I’ve visited it several other times since then via meditation and other routes. I’ll write a post about it if I think of it, but basically it’s a place with a bunch of artifacts unknown on Earth, and at the end of a long hallway is an office–Zachary’s office. Michael told me that some things he doesn’t have authority to say, but since mine and Zach’s connection is so close, he felt okay with telling me that it’s an office of affairs dealing with energetic codes, which are delicate and protected. The galactic council sometimes meets here, and Zachary does in fact work there.

The thing that Luther said he remembered after he came out of hypnosis was this symbol. He described it as a glowing blue crest on a dark background, and that inside the triangle were infinitely intricate smaller symbols.

I get the distinct feeling that I’m now allowed to know more than that right now, but more will come in time. I think I might know what the symbol is, but I don’t think I should say.

(The symbol Luther remembered seeing after the session)

I also asked about Aarón

Michael described him as a commander of sorts, but said he couldn’t tell me at this time what work he does or where he falls within the chain of command; we’ve been connected in various ways over many lifetimes, and there are things he knows about me and Zach that we don’t know about each other yet.

I’m not sure how this fits with how he’s appeared to me since I’ve known him, but tbh, figuring it out is not at the top of my list right now. At the moment, I’m happy to have helped him heal, and I’m grateful that he’s provided me with some safe places to practice my own healing. He’s not around all the time, but when he is, I know he’s looking out for me, and I’m looking out for him.

My thoughts afterward

I’ll admit–unlike the Akashic Records reading, I felt pretty nervous afterward. I did get to rehash the session with Evie and Luther afterward, and it was very cool and humbling to be able to offer what information I know about the Pleiadeans–or at least my family–to them, whether they may already have known this info or not. It was very heartening not to be a completely new and tiny infant baby for a second and to be able to offer my own knowledge.

What I’m nervous about isn’t necessarily meeting Zach and the process of it or how it’ll go, because I Know (that higher-dimensional knowing) that will be absolutely incredible in every way. I know we’ll know each other and there will be no doubt. I’m nervous about–or maybe dreading is a better word–the anxiety will come during the lead-up, and the exhaustion of constantly coaching myself.

Still… it’ll absolutely be worth it.

I’m so incredibly grateful to have met these people and for their kindness and communication!

If you have questions about twin flames, incarnation, or angels, I highly recommend checking out Archangelhypnosis’ instagram. If you’re interested in seeing what a reading with Evie and Luther is like, definitely check out their youtube channel.

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