Pneumatics, Remembrance, and Our Unity in God Most High

As 2025 closes, I return to pneumatics and to the heart of Jesus’ teachings. Not as theology alone, but as lived remembrance. Unity with God Most High as Source. The breath that animates us. The origin beyond fear, matter, and time.

Jesus did not come to build a religion of separation. He came to remind us who we are in Christ and how deeply united we already are with God. His message was remembrance. When he spoke of the Kingdom, he spoke of a state of being. A consciousness aligned with Source. A knowing that we are not abandoned, not small, not powerless.

Ancient teachings speak of nine levels of spiritual awareness. The first levels are dense, survival based, fear driven. Levels seven through nine were hidden for a reason. They dismantle control. They awaken sovereignty. They return the soul to direct knowing of God without intermediaries. I find myself rounding level seven now. Not as a claim of superiority, but as a recognition of movement. Of shedding. Of clarity.

As I have grown to observe what has unfolded in my own reality, all of my experiences, the targeting, and the breaking away from relationships with people I once believed I knew, I have learned something essential. This year taught me to trust my instincts without apology. To stop questioning what my body, spirit, and discernment were clearly signaling. To recognize red flags immediately and not second guess them under the guise of staying grounded, when I have come to see that this world is anything but true reality. It is an iconic illusion, a kind of game, carefully constructed.

At times I wrestled with the question of purpose. Did I really come to this earth to awaken others. Would I have chosen to descend into this kind of environment. Possibly. I also recognize that this iconic reality functions like a prison of consciousness. And I am at peace with the idea of living quietly, participating on my own terms, remaining solitary if needed, distracting myself on my own terms, without ever again falling asleep inside the illusion. I am deeply grateful to have awakened and to now see the world for what it is, and people for who they truly were.

My prayer now is to rise further in clarity and remembrance. To discern more cleanly. To walk with even stronger intuition. And to be someone who can help open eyes, ears, and hearts to the truth within Jesus’ teachings. The truth of remembering who we are in Christ.

I still value tradition. I attend Mass. I respect ritual. But I know clearly that church itself is symbolic, not the source of my connection. My deepest communion with God happens in silence. Alone in my room. In prayer. In fasting. In waking at three in the morning. In speaking with God throughout the day, not only on designated hours or holy days. My relationship with God is constant.

As a child, even during moments of sleep paralysis, I remember calling His name in panic and feeling the fear instantly break. The paralysis would end. That memory has become symbolic to me. When one is truly connected to God, there can be no interference. We are never separated. I have seen His hand move in my life. I have watched prayers answered. Paths cleared. Needs met. Protection unfold.

Because of this, I live without fear. I know I am sustained. I know the Lord God goes before me. I rest in the peace of knowing that even if everything else were stripped away, I would still have God. And that has always been enough.

Jesus wanted us to remember our unity. To know that nothing external has authority over the soul anchored in God. In Christ consciousness, we rise above all archonic interference. Above the sophisticated conscious prison this world often feels like. Above systems built on fear, management, and fragmentation.

This reality operates like a simulation shaped by belief, trauma, and collective agreements. Yet we are not of this world. We move through it, but we do not belong to it. We belong to eternal consciousness, to God Most High, to the Source beyond all constructs of fear and control.

Those with sparks within them are rising together. As consciousness lifts, the earth lifts. As remembrance spreads, illusions weaken. Every lie, every system of darkness, every false authority begins to collapse under truth.

Mary Magdalene and Jesus taught this to their closest disciples. Not obedience, but knowing. Not submission, but intimacy with God. Not fear of judgment, but freedom through remembrance.

What I experienced through targeting was not a curse. It was a merciful unveiling. A painful but clarifying lens that showed me who I am beyond systems. The pressure was meant to pull my frequency downward with Fear. Handlers. Constant problems. Survival mode. All attempts to make my soul manageable.

But they cannot control what they did not create.

We are from the breath of God. From the Monad. From the Most High. Beyond time, beyond material limits, beyond fear constructs. What is born of God cannot be owned, programmed, or ultimately contained.

This is the truth Jesus lived. This is the truth he taught. This is the truth awakening now.

May we continue to remember. May we continue to rise. May every illusion fall in the presence of truth.

We are not of this world. We belong to the Most High.