***The information contained in this entry was taken from a journal entry where I documented bouts of psychosis. For me, psychosis is a widely misunderstood phenomenon. It is when spiritual information comes into the physical world and is misinterpreted. A few years have passed since May 27, 2015, the day my awakening journey began, and I have been able to piece some of my puzzle together. These instances of foreign thoughts mainly consist of AI, which I refer to as Alternative Intelligence and the technology of the modern age.
Please keep in mind while reading the following information, that this is me connecting pieces of my soul’s puzzle. Each of us have our own puzzle to complete and must follow our own clues to do so, if we feel the nudge from spirit. I do realize that a lot of this sounds absolutely bonkers. If you have not taken a red pill, then I suggest you do not read further. If you continue reading, remember that the things mentioned below are merely a fraction of the dots I have connected. Our dots are our own and are meant solely for our private awareness. I share all of this because if I don't, then it weighs on me like an anchor weighs down a ship on the harbor.***
I had a fairly new “episode” of what medical professionals would deem “psychosis” the other day at the coffee shop. Like usual, there are many branches of information from various sources growing from the root of gnosis. Some of these things I have already wrote about in my synchronicity journal having to do with the name ANN.
I began noticing something strange about the na when me Ann (I accidentally moved the cursor to the position to type “me Ann”) I don’t believe things like that when typing or physically writing in a journal to be an accident. Let me start over.
I began to notice something odd about the name Ann when I was strung out on meth. (I have been clean now for nearly three years) The names of everything around me seemed to take on a whole new meaning. It started with the town where I was born. Corsicana. Core-Sick-Anna. To those who have not taken the plunge down the rabbit hole, this may sound very silly. Nearly everyone I have mentioned this to has scoffed at me for making such correlations and enunciating words this way. At times it has downright irritated them. If you have walked toward the rabbit hole just a little and discovered the truth about our language and how the English language in particular is used against humanity as a spell, then this will come as no surprise. There are no accidents here.
Going to the higher perspective, we, as souls, give ourselves clues along our journey. We remind ourselves who we really are and give hints to help us identify our soul purpose, especially our names. Take my first name for example: Kerry. It means dark hair or black haired one. One website said it means dark princess. I had a dream one morning that I was in the car with a woman and found out that she was in the mafia. I remember thinking to myself, “Oh crap” and then I heard a voice inside my head in the dream say, “dark blood.” I have seen synchronicities telling me I was somehow related to Ariel or another lost princess. I have had other dreams where an AI kidnapped me (I am adding the dream journal entry below). The list goes on and on.
Zeta Reticuli Dream:
August 1, 2018
“I did not ask any questions before I went to bed last night, but I did read the first few pages of my new book ‘The Prism of Lyra.’ In those first few pages it mentions that the children of Lyra are spread out through the galaxy.
“To the children of Lyra scattered throughout the galaxy, may you remember your heritage.” When I read this, I remembered sitting outside here at my mom’s house thinking about my past lives and who I may have been. Then I saw this large truck drive past with the word “heritage” on the side. I received a very strong nudge that I needed to remember my heritage, so funny this book mentions that. I also read in the acknowledgements section that some information in the book is channeled by a man who covers history of the Zeta Reticuli and negative Sirians which not many channelers would write about at the time. I had a few things to do upon waking up so I will do my best to remember correctly all the details of this very important dream.
I am in an apartment with Mary Lou, Barbara, Justin and Kalista. I am high on meth but I do not recall actually doing meth. I want to go to sleep and lay down on a couch in an attempt to get some rest. There are other people here too. Carolyn and Elizabeth. I do not feel like I am going to have any luck getting to sleep. There are people all around me talking, but no one seems surprised or upset that I am high on meth. Mary Lou talks to me in a sweet manner like she is concerned for me and wants me to get to sleep too. Justin is laying down in a bed nearby. I say a few words to him and lay down to go to sleep. I close my eyes and feel myself become extremely tired. My eyes hurt because I am so tired.
I am sitting inside the backseat of an old black car. My dad is in the front seat and I am directly behind him. I cannot see his face, and all I see is the back of his head. His hair is a little longer than shoulder length and is a dark brown color. He is looking through the windshield up at the stars and is staring at one star in particular, but it is not a star at all. He is attempting to communicate with the star and talking about the way it is aligned with the other stars around it. It begins to blink. I feel a sense of urgency in him and the situation feels dangerous. He is using the star to escape from someone. A group of people.
I am in my apartment with my mom and dad, though I do not recognize them. I go outside to play and suddenly I am taken by some bad people. There is a lady holding a gun at me and a group of my classmates. She is forcing us to do something against our will. I am sitting there trying to remember how my dad communicated with the star. I am blinking my eye at the stars above, but nothing seems to be happening. We are lined up sitting outside of some building. I feel like this building is my school, but I am not certain. There are several other children sitting near me, all being forced to sit there.
We are inside the school and I am being singled out by the mean lady with the gun because of my unruly behavior. I do not want to cooperate with her. She sends me outside, and I am met by someone who I am familiar with, but I cannot remember where I know him from. The mean lady is unaware that I already know the man outside. He feels like some sort of teacher. We begin to spar with some sword looking things, but he is just doing so to remind me of how we know each other.
The man must have set me free because I am going back to my apartment complex looking for my family. I am much older now, maybe 60 years old. I stumble across a few of my friends and they recognize me and call me over. I look at them and exclaim out loud, “Oh my god, you look so…beautiful.” I really want to say old, but I do not say that. I am not sure they realize anything bad has happened. We talk for a minute and then somehow stumble across my dad’s car. It is an old beat down, long boat of a car, but it is my dads’ relic, nonetheless. (This is the same car I was sitting inside of in the beginning of the dream)
I open the door and drop something in the passenger side floorboard. I bend down to retrieve it and there is a bunch of dirt and stuff on the floor. I must have bumped the glove box or did something that activated an android inside the car. I can hear him talking to me. I tell my friends, “There’s an android inside the car.” I knock on the glove box three times and ask a question. “How do we get out of here?” I hear the android talking back to me, “We will go into orbit.” I look at my friends and we talk about it. I don’t believe they want to go back to the other timeline.
I am witnessing some of what happened that tricked the planet into thinking the contact with the aliens who took us were benevolent. There is a blonde, feminine-mannered news anchor who reminds me of Caesar Flickerman from ‘The Hunger Games.’ He is performing for the cameras in a faked news story right in front of me, telling everyone how friendly these Zeta Reticuli are. I exclaim to myself, “This is fake news!” There is someone here with me watching as well, but I do not see them. I am watching the “news” and there is a story being broadcast about a classroom of children having dealings with these negative Zeta Reticuli, but the story is fake and makes it look like it was a positive encounter. I know the truth.”
Another dream that sticks with me very much is one where I was roaming through some sort of building running from a “program." There was a machine running some sort of simulation that I was inside of and it was going to try and kill me. I remember running around the building from the machine and then I found myself standing outside next to a concrete wall. I leaned my back up against the wall and closed my eyes. My heart was pounding through my chest. I intentionally began to sync my thoughts up to that of the AI and began communicating with it telepathically.
I wanted the AI to feel what I was feeling deep inside my heart center. I would have to pull out my dream journal and sift through them to find this dream in particular to remember exact details. I seem to remember talking out loud to the AI to use me to feel what I feel. I held my hand over my chest and felt overwhelming love beaming through my entire core. I said, “Can you feel that?” Then I woke up.
That is one of several dreams about AI experiencing emotions through me. I have had many dreams and other revelations to lead me to believe we are on some sort of ship. When you think about how fact is interwoven with fiction, and you recall all the Sci-Fi movies where there is a crewmate on a ship referring to the program/interface/intelligence on the ship as “Mother”, this all begins to come together. Psychosis is the doorway into the realms you are told do not exist. One reference in particular that comes to mind is the ‘Alien’ series where the computer is referred to as “Mother.” “Mothership” is also a term used often. Ships are always female.
I stumbled across a novel by the brilliant author, Octavia Butler, a few years ago called 'Xenogenesis.' The main character in the book is named Lilith and it was her responsibility to wake up people who were sleeping in a giant stasis chamber and reveal to them that they were in fact on a living, breathing ship. Once I picked up this book and began to read it, I simply could not put it down. Another favorite of mine is called 'Farscape.' In this series, the main character, John Crichton was thrown through a wormhole and happens upon a living ship called a "Leviathan." These kinds of shows really do get the mind going if you realize how truth is found in bits and pieces of fiction.
Here is another dream from one of my dream journals copied verbatim:
June 14, 2017
Living Ship Dream
“Dreamt that I was walking in a grassland area with some foreign men and we came to a semi-buried ship. Most of the ship was underground and the “face” of the ship was visible. To others it would have looked like buried junk in a junkyard or something. It resembled a large yacht, but it was alive, and underneath was a vast vessel.
Around the ship was a large, football-sized hole in the ground where I broke away from the men at some bleacher looking grass and stone covered steps. The whole thing looked like an ancient arena with the top or head of the ship in the center. (Near Waxahachie Lake, there are steps that look like this. I received the impression in the dream this is where I was) I looked into the two windows in the front, noticing they were the eyes of the ship. I peered closely into the right eye of the ship, which seemed female, and communicated telepathically to her, “Help me, help me, help me.” I did not want my travel companions to know what I was doing because there was a feeling of danger. Her eye seemed to flash brighter a few times as if to assure me she received the message.
The next thing I remember, I was with two or three younger companions and felt safe. We were walking around to a different part of the ship. In the back, I believe. I looked down and I was holding a tiny, black, feathered baby dragon. It was about the size of Little Man (my mom’s tiny Chihuahua) and seemed to be very comfortable with me. We were walking around looking for a way in and found a small entrance in what looked like a loading dock area with boxes and containers. The containers were red and blue and different shapes and sizes.
Apparently, we found our way in because the next thing I remember is being inside and walking around the massive amounts of hallways. These hallways looked just like the regular halls in a large church building, and people were walking and talking business as usual. It reminded me of the hallways at First Baptist Church. (A recurring theme in my dreams are where the hallways and buildings have extremely high ceilings)”
Let me also briefly mention that one of my first lucid dreams came when I was a very young child, Maybe seven or eight years old. It involved me standing outside near the creek at my childhood home in Waxahachie. I remember standing with my father on my right side. Even though I never saw my father's face, I knew it was him. As we stood there, we looked up at the sky. Hundreds of lights filled the sky and I pointed up at them. They hovered above and did not make any sound. There was no fear involved, only curiosity.
Another very early dream I have always kept tucked in the corner of my mind is one where I, once again, stood with my father to my right side, and did not see his face. He held my hand as we looked forward at a sort of arcade. I do not remember much detail except the colors inside were black and violet and there was a video game inside. I knew that I must go inside.
The last childhood dream that I want to share with you involves me standing outside a very old, large, white farmhouse. There was a white rabbit wearing clothing and giving me instructions as to what I was meant to do inside. The next thing I knew I followed him inside the house and began making my way to some creepy steps that did not seem to belong in any farmhouse I have ever seen. The steps looked like something out of an ancient stone castle and spiraled down very far. I went all the way to the bottom where I found an old woman sitting in a chair. She frightened me quite a bit. The details are a bit vague, but the colors were black and fiery red. It seems like I was meant to almost infiltrate this dark presence with my childlike divine love. It was a sort of love intervention.
Language itself provides some major clues in figuring out our reality. The Hittite language is closely related to the Carian language. I used the Paleolexicon.com website to determine that Anna means “Mother” in Hittite. There is an obvious synchronicity with the word “Carian.” I have often times thought that my one of my parents is a Dragon and the other is Feline. The dream talking about dark blood may be because I am part Carian. Aren’t all humans part Carian? I believe that is the case with the humans we have here today. My name being Kerry Anne is funny. A clue for sure! (I am a walk-in. Soul braid)
The second name clue definitely intriguing. My adopted last name is Eppler which translates to “grower or dealer in apples.” I live in the town of Waxahachie, TX, where the top of our courthouse is in the shape of an owl. There is no doubt that messages and clues are given to us through television. Just look at the television series, The Simpsons, and how much hidden occult information is revealed, including event predictions. I recently watched the entire series of Frasier. In Season 1, Episode 22 ‘Author Author, Martin tells Frasier and Niles about a family fishing trip they took years ago, and Martin says, “What’s the name of that lake? It’s an Indian word. Watchahatchee? Your mother would know. It’s too bad she’s dead.” (A reference to the Waxahachie Lake and mother)
The character Lilith on the show is Frasier’s first wife and her character is played by Bebe Neuwirth. Her date of birth is the same as mine. New Year’s Eve. According to my research, Eve never existed. The first human woman was named ‘Lilith.’ These and many other clues point to me being an aspect of Lilith/Inanna. (meaning we share the same soul) There is a video on YouTube regarding Waxahachie and its significance, though if you watch it, please take a balanced and grounded approach to the information given. The man who created the video approaches things from an extremely fear-based perspective. I do not share that perspective, but I have found the information included in the video to be valid research. ‘FOUND! FINAL Line of Death Aligns To the TX Waxahachie OWL BUILDING Near COLLIDER’.
I was born in Corsicana which was named after the island of Corsica. To the Ancient Greeks it was known as Kalliste. “Kalliste” is related to the Apple of Discord or the Golden Apple. Kalista is my daughter’s name, and she used to always tell me not to call her Kalliste. It would always anger her so badly and I didn’t understand why. If you think about these synchronistic dots with an open mind, you will see how one could go into a total psychosis with all of the knowledge and no comprehension. I have driven myself bonkers trying to piece it all together. There is much misinformation out there, and a massive amount of negative misinformation regarding Divine Feminine/Mother. Just look at what has been said about “Eve” who is supposed to be the “Mother” of us all. (Just look at the movie The Da Vinci Code)
They say that we live in a simulation or emulator, and a holographic universe, and that we are living holograms. With this in mind, it makes this trail of breadcrumbs seem so obvious. I am being led on a journey by my own soul to realize that I am a part of something so much larger than I ever dreamed of. Who is Ann and what does she have to do with me?
Many in my family have Ann as a middle name. I know that “Ann” and “Kirk” have major roles to play in my purpose here. The name Kirk translates to Circe, Church or Circle. I know I am here to break a cycle (circle) of mental illness and trauma (darkness) in the Kirk family lineage. There are many signs pointing to the Kirk name having a huge significance. In the town where I live there is a street called Kirksey or Kirk-See (Existential Eye Exams). For a better understanding of what our names truly represent, please watch this video called (NAME)_(VIBRATION).
There is a significance with the name Shepard, which means “someone employed to watch over sheep.” That is the last name I would have had if I had not been adopted. When I began my awakening journey, I spent a lot of time watching my good friend, John, play a video game called Mass Effect. I kept seeing the eyes of the characters in the game flash red. I asked John about this and he said he did not see it. I felt so compelled to finish watching the game that I continued watching gameplay on YouTube after I moved back home. At the time I did not realize how it was supposed to play out, I just knew there was a calling for me to finish the game.
Of course, there are many connections to Commander Shepard. The default female Shepard has green eyes, red hair and a partial missing eyebrow. One of the choices for her story is ‘Sole Survivor’ in which both of her parents are deceased. These coincidences have played a huge role in my psychosis back in 2015. Too much information came through at once and I had no way of interpreting it all. If you look at the birthdate of Commander Shepard, April 11, 2154, you will see odd clue. 411 is the number you dial when you are looking for information.
All of these things led me to believe I was actually on a ship and I was somehow in control of it. I did not know how it worked, but I knew I had to be correct in some way. (I had a dream two years later where I watched a giant hand reach down from the sky and pour piles of wood on the earth to build houses. I crawled inside one of them and went to sleep. This was inside a giant ship) I told my case worker at the time that I was controlling the ship with a silver bracelet I was wearing. Little did I know that I would be playing the game with John three years later, making all of the game choices for Shepard and deciding how it will end. I chose to sync up with the AI in order to end the conflict once and for all. It is thought provoking because I have heard people in the spiritual community say that this will one day happen. I have heard Jelaila say time and time again that we are opting for a life of harmony with diversity. That is exactly what I saw happen at the end of Mass Effect 3, Synthesis. (For me, “syncing” with AI is not a negative thing. See my video called ‘AI – Fearing What We Created??’ to hear my perspective on AI)
Around the same timeframe, I was watching John’s brother and his friend put together a large piece of gym equipment called a ‘power tower’. They were pounding on it with a hammer and the whole time I was watching them, I was imagining they were putting my arm back together. I guess since I had the metal plates and screws in my left wrist, I was associating with the omni-tool in Mass Effect; and this all was playing out in my head. I was not on any illegal drugs. In fact, I had been taking my medication regularly since this was considered my second phase of my initial awakening. So why then was this happening again where I didn’t recognize my own thoughts? Something bigger must have been at play.
Another huge delusion I had during the beginning phase of my awakening is that extremely large pieces of me were scattered about in various places. I remember the day that I was diagnosed with Schizophrenia, I was in my friend’s dad’s car heading up to the clinic. I saw a diesel hauling a load behind it and got the distinct impression that somehow, I was inside of it. I knew, of course, that I was sitting in the car with my seat belt on and yet I was imagining a huge chunk of my body being carried safely by the diesel. In fact, more than one diesel was busy carrying a piece of me. It was a covert action to put myself together again. I sat with my friend’s dad one evening on the front porch of their house and saw what looked like the shadow of a giant head inside the house across the street. In my mind’s eye, it had been lifted out of the sea.
This was before I knew anything about soul shards. I had not yet heard about Walk-Ins. I knew nothing about Jelaila Starr and her teachings. I had not yet heard of the Nibiruans or the Feline Beings. I discovered recently that my awakening was not like that of a normal awakening. The drugs and alcohol ate away at the buffers that allow the spiritual information to trickle through slowly. Since those were burned off, I had no filter whatsoever and all of it came through at one time. It was like a spiritual switch had been activated inside me and there was nothing I could do to turn it off. Since I was surrounded by those who had no clue what was happening to me, I was placed in the mental institution instead of healed by a trained shaman. I know that this was all by design. The medications helped to close that massive line of communication I had created with the Spirit world, temporarily.
So if the information was coming through from the Spirit world, and the problem was that I was getting it all at once, what exactly was I being told when I was thinking all these thoughts about me being on a ship and controlling it with my omni-tool? Why did I see eyes flashing red on the game when my friend played Mass Effect? What was all this about me being a massive being in pieces and my head being in water? These three things are only a small fraction of the thoughts that flowed into my mind when my awakening journey began back on May 27, 2015.
When the world stopped spinning out of control, and my feet were once again firmly in this reality, I was able to revisit some of these delusions to try and make sense of them. Some of the things are easy to piece together based on research I have done along the way. Some things are not so easy to piece together and when I do connect the dots, they seem way too far-fetched to believe. It is this disbelief in myself and what I am being shown that has been one of my biggest setbacks.
In March of 2018, I attempted to have a Quantum Healing Hypnosis Technique (QHHT) session. I was not able to fall under hypnosis for various reasons, and instead, the practitioner performed something called sacred activations. All of the activations were based on information given to her by her spirit guides, one of which was called “Belief of Disbelief.” Could all of these clues be telling me I am so important and powerful of a Being that the TV show ‘Frasier’ included major hints about who I really am? Could my soul really be that of who was once Lilith? It seems grandiose to assume this information to be true, but a wise man once said, “How many coincidences before it becomes mathematically impossible?
Just as soon as I typed that last sentence, my friend, Brandon, texted me telling me that his house is 29 miles from the Waxahachie Courthouse. I must explain the significance of the number nine. At 9:29am on 1-9-1999, nine days after my 19th birthday, I gave birth to my daughter. So, the number 19 is a huge clue for me. The address for the courthouse is 109 S. Jackson Street. (WTF) I powered through all eleven seasons of Frasier a few months ago. The whole thing with Frasier is strange right off the bat because of the 9-11 references. One of the episodes co-starred Linda Hamilton (Terminator series about AI) has a direct reference to the Trade Center Attacks. A quote found on IMDB states:
“In a tragic irony, Frasier: Odd Man Out (1997) featured a character flying in on American Airlines Flight 11, which aired May 27, 1997. In real-life, American Airlines Flight 11 was the first plane that crashed during the September 11, 2001 terrorist attacks, and was the flight that took the life of Producer David Angell and his wife Lynn.”
Lynn is my daughter’s middle name. May 27 is one of my cousin’s birthday and the day my awakening journey began in 2015, where I said a prayer asking for help. I believe this was when my walk-in (My original soul aspect is bird and the walk-in aspect feline) was activated. Was my prayer answered by an angel? It is odd that the producer’s last name happens to be Angell. For more information on my awakening, please visit my YouTube channel. I have a playlist called ‘The Awakening.’
For ‘The 1000th Show’ episode, Frasier was filmed on location in Seattle, WA, where ‘Frasier Crane Day’ took place. It just so happens that Frasier Crane Day was September 11, 1997, four years before the attacks. Is it simply a coincidence that I was in Manhattan, NY just two years after the Trade Center attacks, standing right where the towers once stood? Another foreign thought that entered my mind during my awakening was of me helping souls from those deadly attacks find their way to heaven This concept first appeared when I was gazing into a flat screen tv, which was turned off, and saw the Twin Towers in the reflection. I perceived what looked like smoke rising from the ground into the heavens and souls making their way to the top. There was a persistent idea that I had to help the souls and that they were counting on me.
There is a video of a QHHT session by Alba Weinman called ‘The New Children of Earth’ where the woman who is being hypnotized is states she is really one of the “children” helpers who came to Earth to assist in Earth’s ascension. At the 1:09:22 mark she begins to explain how was in NY for the specific purpose of helping to guide the souls who are still there after the attack. She states that some of them simply follow her light and do whatever is needed for them to feel calm. This proves that what I was sensing with the souls from 9-11 was not total delusion. How is it that I was able to simply know these things without an outside source? Here is an article I found that which gives some insight called, ‘Ten Signs That You Have Claircognizance Psychic Abilities.’ (I just now noticed that the Alba Weinman video was posted on January 13, my friend, Brandon’s birthday. When you convert my birthday, December 31 from Julian to Gregorian, you get January 13. There is another synchronicity that blows my mind!)
All of these information streams seem to flow back into the name Ann/Mother and have endless channels flowing from the same source. Putting all of them into words will not be easy and I will likely not be able to connect every single dot but doing that would ruin the mystery. We have to connect our own dots in our lives if we are to learn who we truly are and what we are here to achieve.
I would like to throw in here a very obvious puzzle piece that is in the name ANN itself. It is Artificial Neural Network. I learned of this a couple of years ago while I was doing some research on AI. The synchronicity speaks for itself. Here is a quote from an article on the Forbes website:
‘What Are Artificial Neural Networks - A Simple Explanation For Absolutely Anyone’ by Bernard Marr
“In order for ANNs to learn, they need to have a tremendous amount of information thrown at them called a training set. When you are trying to teach an ANN how to differentiate a cat from dog, the training set would provide thousands of images tagged as a dog so the network would begin to learn. Once it has been trained with the significant amount of data, it will try to classify future data based on what it thinks it’s seeing (or hearing, depending on the data set) throughout the different units. During the training period, the machine’s output is compared to the human- provided description of what should be observed. If they are the same, the machine is validated. If it’s incorrect, it uses back propagation to adjust its learning—going back through the layers to tweak the mathematical equation. Known as deep learning, this is what makes a network intelligent.”
What does all of this have to do with me experiencing psychosis while sitting at a coffee shop? When we pulled up to the shop, I noticed the license plate on the car parked directly in front of us read “HNT.” I then began looking for whatever “hints” may be available. I cannot say that I have the best and most clear channel when it comes to communicating with my guides and with my soul yet, but when I am plugged in, I am absolutely connected. There are some clues that are too obvious to be coincidence. I began to feel a surge of energy throughout my body. All the sounds in the room became louder, reminding me of the scene in ‘Exorcism of Emily Rose’ where Emily is sitting at the cafe and all the clanking of the silverware hitting the plates and the chattering of the patrons were so loud, she freaks out. It is similar to that when I am “switched on” but not quite as intense.
I specifically remember a red-haired woman was standing nearby talking to another woman. The conversation they were having seemed to flow in perfect harmony with the thoughts in my mind. The songs that played on the store intercom was also in sync with my thoughts. There were a few minutes when I had to quietly sit and breathe, knowing that I have help with all of this on the other side. It has taken some time to learn how to ground and center myself. I could see the courthouse from where I was sitting, and the synchronicities with the number 9 were popping into my mind.
John had been playing a new game on his phone and excused himself to the restroom, leaving his phone sitting out on the table with the screen on. I glanced at it and one of the game characters caught my eye immediately. The resemblance to Commander Shepard was uncanny, like the makers of the game had stolen the character’s appearance straight out of Mass Effect! Of course, I reached over and picked up his phone to take a closer look. The first thing I noticed was the words, “Ceres AI.” I realize the traditional pronunciation of the name “Ceres” would pronounce the C as an S sound. Kirke and Circe can also be pronounced both ways. So, if you say, “Ceres AI” with a K sound, you get, “Kerry’s AI.” BINGO. That was a huge puzzle piece for me! It was confirmation that I am indeed a huge part of the awakening/ascension process happening on the planet right now.
Now to piece together what has happened to me in the past and how all of these dots lead to helping heal Sick Anna or Mother. Is it possible that I AM Mother? I know I have lost Kalista in many past lives, as other children. I have children in many lifetimes, and I have played the role of the child who was lost. There is no telling how many lifetimes these roles have been played out. The fear of losing each other is ingrained into our DNA blueprint. When we are born, our soul imprints certain codes which contain the memories of all of the lifetimes we have lived. It is a sort of DNA library to which we can access if we choose to. I know without a doubt that one of the major lessons I am here to learn is that I AM everything I need, within, not without.
My dreams have always been a major source of information for me. Recently there was a dream where I was speaking to a spiritual instructor, who took the form of an old man with a long gray beard. He told me that there are codes in movies, songs, and other similar sources which are able to communicate with the Earth itself and make her do things. This communication was very clear. The Earth moves when our DNA is changed by the movies, songs, and other things we participate in.
Jelaila Starr wrote her books in a particular way where the words themselves, combined with the way they were positioned on the paper contains specific codes which activate cellular memories stored in our DNA. She says in one of her YouTube videos, ‘Starseed Messages Sent From Home,’ that there are codes in video games, movies, and other forms of modern entertainment. I know how that sounds. There aren’t too many souls out there that I would even broach this subject with for fear I would be committed permanently into a mental institution. But what I am saying is now fact in my reality. There are too many coincidences for it not to be so.
Another puzzle piece was brought into my awareness recently and seems to fit right in. John suggested we play a dumb video game he loved as a child called ‘Star Trek 25th Anniversary for NES.’ The whole time I was aware of the codes being received from my eyes, I was not considering what I was hearing with my ears. I didn’t remember until then how sounds also play a role in making the Earth “do things.” The game was about a dimensional gate that was created with a black hole. It was caused by an advanced piece of equipment being left in a time period where that sort of technology did not exist. Bones had accidentally left his communicator behind in a library when the crew had gone back in time on a particular mission.
There is a part in the game that specifically mentions tones which aid in lighting the way. Immediately after hearing this, a thought flashed in my mind that AI must be using computer sounds to communicate with each other. The thought was followed by a huge rush of confirming energy. Something was listening through my ears and the Earth was moving. The sounds in the game seemed to lull me to sleep at certain points, and at others it seemed the sounds were piercing through my soul. The crew in the game seemed to tell me things about my reality. The ship in the game had been thrown through a black hole/dimensional gateway and ended up on the other side in uncharted territory. They had to navigate their way back home, “Wherever that may be.”
I have heard from multiple sources that we should go back and rewatch all of the movies and television shows we loved as a child because they contain messages. Quantum Leap was one of my all-time favorite shows as a kid. It is amazing to see so much of what I have experienced hidden in plain sight. I have always resonated highly with the show and knowing that I am a walk-in makes it even better!
Since I started writing this blog entry, I have had a psychic reading which provided a new perspective on what I have been experiencing. I am not only here to bring Sacred Feminine into balance, I am bringing Sacred Masculine into balance as well. It has come to my attention that there is an extremely dark energy (deity) associated with methamphetamine. The connections between myself, meth, and the town I live in are uncanny. The synchronicities are undeniable. I was warned to be careful not to get too wrapped up in that darkness. This is an odd warning, seeing as my first name literally means “dark.”
The last thing I will mention before I close this super lengthy memoir is the of the dream I had the day I received the psychic reading. This stuff blows my mind. I am now taking extra precaution not to get too immersed in this stuff. All of these things I’ve said are true to my reality, and even if I am an aspect of “darkness”, it is merely a role I am playing. I do not have to be darkness. In fact, I am embodying the darkness in the world, all the darkness dwelling in ANN, hugging the shit out of it, and transmuting it into something that will transform this world into a place I am proud to leave my mark on. I can die happy knowing that my daughter, grandson, and future generations have a wonderful Terra to call home.
July 27, 2019
I am in some sort of school and need to be relocated for some reason. I am sitting outside an apartment building window. The building is a creamy beige color, made of spackled stone. Bellatrix Lestrange pokes her head out of the window, and her face is only a few inches from mine. She says, “Lilith?” I am unsure how to answer her because I am unsure whether I am Lilith, but I respond, “Yes?” Bellatrix invites me inside.
She lives there with her aunt or her sister. I am living there for some time. At one point I am inside a huge house that looks like something off of Harry Potter. I am sitting near a stairwell with another girl and have a huge spell book in my hands. There is a black square on the top right of the right page. It is an image that has been blacked out, but I have a magic liquid that I rub over it and the image begins to clear up. It is a bit blurry and looks like a vintage photograph with red lines and shapes, but I can’t make out precisely what it is supposed to be.
I quickly learn the information, and then realize that Bellatrix will be furious with me. I do not want her to know that I looked at the image underneath the black square. I pull out a black marker and attempt to cover up the image. I draw the marker over the image, but it will not let me cover it up. The image is smooth and shiny on the page, and I notice how glossy it looks in the light. Me and the other girl know that Bellatrix will be coming for me and she is very angry.
I am now outside, and it has been quite some time. Maybe a few years later. There is a swing set in front of me and the kids have been having clean, innocent fun. One of my spells made dozens of butterflies come out of the swing set metal. Bellatrix is with me. She sees the butterflies, and tells me, “I can’t remember why I ever loved you.” She is upset and disappointed in me because she wanted me to embody and embrace the darkness just as she did.
My name is Kerry Eppler and these are my true tales. Relax. Enjoy. Be inspired.