Nexus Points of Consciousness

Today I want to talk about nexus points of consciousness as the concept relates to incarnated individuals. Mostly this is personal thoughts on the matter.

This concept has been hovering around my head for a while now, gently poking me in the brain and trying to get me to look at it. First, I want to share Mari's video on the subject as it recently came up in the replays, no coincidence. It's all part of what's happening to me right now.

But this isn't the first time I've heard this video. The first time I ever heard this video was in 2023 in May when I was traveling to New York to visit my brother. I was going with my father, and it was my first time going to New York. I remember as we sat in the airport terminal in the Delta lounge, drinking some drinks, my father is excitedly sharing with me all about the Seth books. I'm listening intently to what he's saying, because this is the first time my father has ever expressed to me this interest in a "higher self". He then tells me the story of when he first connected to his higher self.

As I'm listening, I feel I must tread carefully here and not overdose my father on what I feel is true about the universe. This is always a task like dismantling a bomb. I'm very good at it, so I gently share just enough to reinforce what he feels is true and to encourage him on his journey.

It's morning-ish, I think, but since I'm in an airport, I'm in the time bubble that all airports are subject to and so whatever the clock says doesn't matter. Eventually, our conversation quiets and I put my earbuds in and listen to the above video. The original one. I watch the staff on the runway doing flight prep and think about this idea of "advanced souls that have hive minds". The idea feels rather intimidating. That's a lot of responsibility. If I was one of them, I'd want to bug out from everywhere and go be a hermit in the woods, too.

(Let's just sweep under the rug the plans I had to do just that and go live some kind of homesteading existence as a tarot reader.)

Yet here I am going to New York, but I know it's important because my father, brother, and I are all starseeds and when starseeds gather together physically, it amplifies their vibrational output by many factors. Of the three of us, I'm the only one who is aware of such things. I find that I'm doing this interesting, because I think about how I hardly ever have been called to leave my "territory" since I spiritually awakened. It's always localized trips within my region. Unlike a lot of awakened starseeds on Earth, I expressly do not get inspired to go travel the planet. Instead, I feel my roots going deeper into wherever it is I am. I sense I'm an "anchor point" in the grid, not someone who goes and fixes the grid.

The word "anchor point" comes naturally to my thinking on this.

Fast-forward a year and a half.

The video comes up in my YouTube feed again, and I watch it. Then, I kid you not, a week later, Mari is releasing the video again as a replay.

Okay, fine, I cannot avoid such a poke in the brain. What do you want, soul? I ask myself after watching the replay.

She points out all the things I've been writing about lately. Specifically about mirrors, soul relationships, and telepathic connections. She asks, "Do normal Lyrians have thoughts that are mostly other people?"

I argue, surely they must, because everyone sends and receives all the time.

"But do they have so few thoughts of their own? You called yourself a 'broadcast station'. Are most people broadcast stations?"

I argue, well, yes, that's how they manifest their reality. But my soul hounds me on this, flashing my own concepts at me: "operator", "fat pipe", "conduit", "Source connector". These are not things most people perceive themselves as.

I sit with this, but I'm not at all comfortable with this concept. I don't want to be a hive mind person. The idea feels not fair to other people. Don't they have their own thoughts? This bothers me greatly. I don't want to influence people that much! It makes me want to run away into the woods and not come out.

That night, I go to bed and the entire night is spent with the word "nexus point" repeating over and over. My dreams are not exactly coherent, and the only image I see clearly is this teal-blue cube that's full of infinite layers and facets. You can pull each layer or facet out and look at any one of them, and I spend the night doing this. I open the cube, something comes out and becomes a dream, I close the cube and the dream goes away. Over and over again. Open cube, dream. Close cube, no dream.

When I wake up the next morning, I have no choice but to accept what just got loaded into my consciousness. I am one of those nexus point souls. And I know who my people are. And now I know what "ijitsa" actually means. And now I know why I have felt my life has been one big mishmash of experiences to clear for a particular collective of people. Why I had to go through everything I went through. I even sense a very tiny glimpse of the impact my consciousness has had on others. Just a tiny one. To see the whole thing would definitely make me run for the hills, I know it.

Well, fuck.

I will be clear with you. My ego does not like the idea of being anything with power. It's scared of it. Not exactly shaking in my boots scared, but run for the hills and become a hermit "no no no no no, you can't make me" kind of scared. Not that that would change anything. I am what I am. I do what I do. The awareness doesn't make it stop, and running to become a hermit doesn't stop what I do anyway.

I always resonated with the reluctant hero archetype more than the others.

Okay, then. So that's what I am and there's nothing I can do about it without harming myself. I mean, I could resist and reject the awareness. I could. But it would manifest as some dis-ease or something and I'd find myself being forcibly turned around until I surrendered and accepted it anyway. I know this. My soul can be a bitch about this sort of thing, and she's not above forcing me to surrender.

I might as well just accept it and eat my Wheaties.

I thank you for your time. Adiamas.

​--Kyriel