A long time ago this lifetime, I began swimming in an ocean of sparkling Light with my pod, guided by our Astra Mater from the future Pleiades.

She navigated her way through Stargates and wormholes from eighteen dimensions removed to deliver teachings of Love and Becoming and to spark our Starseed remembrance. But a Northern voice—Astra Mater’s oracle and the oracle’s lieutenants—emerged strong, blending Love with fear: “Stay together in your local waters as a pod, or face despair. Toe the line or you shall fail your Starseed journey.”

We followed their pointers from our consciousness of the time and, fearful of failing, created dogmas in the extreme. But Astra Mater allowed us our fantasies, honoring this course we’d plotted for our learning and Becoming.

With the members of my pod, I co-created and endured an environment of emotional trauma that might otherwise have been buoyant. We chose to flail and gasp through the turbulent waves of our journey.

All along I allowed both our dogmas and the Northern call of fear that washed over our pod to penetrate and drain me. And the chart we plotted and way to navigate it turned heavy and laborious day in and day out, exhausting me.

We were choosing the torrent of spiritual suffering and I wanted to gush with mystical Joy.

My soul urged freedom.

I swam a perfect journey with my pod but the day came when I could take no more. My soul pointed to a new trajectory.

I’d glimpsed a beach sparkling with silica and Light and so I veered away swimming to that scintillating shore.

Alone, but grateful for it, I threw myself on the sand under the radiant sun. Silica and sun rays nurtured me as I left flailing pod members behind, their backs turned.

The Northern calls faded but never the voice of Astra Mater within me, in my time travels and my dreams. My choice felt right.

After some time gathering myself on that sun- and moonlit beach, a beckoning golden Stargate appeared on the tree line and I walked through. A comforting forest beyond became my hermitage. There flowers, trees and streams healed my traumas and the Great Sphinx of Giza beamed Light codes to me.

In exquisite solitude, I wove Starseed codes from Astra Mater’s teachings into mystical clarity and remembrance. This arboreal hermitage served as sanctuary where I embraced wave upon wave of Kimah* memory.

Emerging from this hermitage, I came upon a clearing with souls who’d been waiting for me to arrive. The appointed time had come. And there I began sharing the Starseed codes and forging bonds of service.

Meet Purusha Radha—guide to Your Starry Becoming on Earth Here and Now.

• Kimah is the sacred language Hebrew name for the advanced plane Pleiades and Pleiadian Elohim Beings.