The Tipping Point

​This is by far the most incredible challenge my soul has ever put me through in every lifetime I've ever had.

Why? Because at no time have I had to rely so heavily on inner sight while outer sight is telling me an opposite. At no time have I had to make up social rules as I go along and do so a little bit blindly. This is very challenging. It takes a ton of mental energy to process and translate things into their correct energies.

I feel very fortunate that all of you I talk to seem to understand this challenge.

First off, what Mari says in a YouTube video is not always reflective of what is happening in the astral world where I am. I have to remember it's what you say to the outside world. That I'm not in the outside world in terms of consciousness. That your videos are a window to the outside world, and I'm on the inside looking out that window.

Or rather I am backstage watching you up on the stage say things to the audience. I am not in the audience anymore. I'm backstage. This is the realization that my mind is having a very challenging time accepting as truth. It wants to insist I'm in the audience, but I'm not. I'm even wearing the black every stagehand wears. Yet my mind denies the black is "stagehand black" it's just "I like to wear black."

So, I have to push my mind to remember where we are on the stage. Constantly. Because the energies of this program want to pull me back into the audience.

(Major deja vu moment. Have I written this before?)

So when you say "I have canceled all direct contact efforts", I have to remember two things at once: 1.) what you said in the chat about stopping contact with your "parents" the night previous; 2.) that I have claimed myself as a Taygetan citizen not an Earth citizen. Therefore, it is not technically "direct contact" if I'm one you. It's just normal communication among us.

This seems to be the approach you're taking with this as well. Very slowly, and that's good. Because...

Going camping definitely helped me imbibe this concept of "I am one of you now. I'm not in the audience."...we're about 50% absorbed into my consciousness. This is that tipping point where it's a challenge and this program that's running "Earth" here is pushing back on it very hard. I'll talk about the weirdness that awaited me the very day I came back from the lake.

But this tipping point is that moment where I either push through or sit here teetering in madness for a bit. (There is no going backwards.) Of course, I'll push through. There's just a membrane of resistance.

It's my immersion program here after all, and part of this is experience involves taking full command of it right down to the quantum 1-12-∞ values in the "code". To rewrite it, maybe. Or turn it off myself. I'm not entirely sure. I asked the other day if I could destroy the immersion program wholesale, and I could but it was at the time connected to everyone else's program in the facility. Destroying my program would break everyone else's experience.

This is where I was very discouraged the other night. Learning that my immersion program had gotten hijacked to the point where not even my own people are in command of it anymore. That won't do. This is my experience. My life. My program. Not theirs. No one gets to command my life like that or my consciousness. No way.

After moving the planetship (this program) into my own soul library, I told my soul I wanted to disconnect it from all other immersion programs in the facility. To isolate it. Because I do not want to disrupt anyone else's experience, but this is my experience too! And then I told my soul that every night the first 10 minutes I go to sleep shall be dedicated to dissolving the program. I know that takes a lot of energy.

If you'd like a visual, imagine a transparent box with me inside of it, and imagine white light seeping into all that empty space between the particles of the box like roots. As the light goes into the spaces, all the particles the light touches turn into waveforms that dissipate.

Is this necessary? I don't know. But I'm trying it anyway.

I recall Mari, you saying something last night about how there's only so much that can be done from the spirit world. How we're supposed to have a body to do things more effectively and to have experiences. I agree wholeheartedly. It's wrong to keep my consciousness parked in the astral like this where I'm functioning like some kind of discarnate spirit when I have a fucking body that's just laying there not being used.

And I can tell my soul is trying to take command of my body and move it. It's why I keep having "void" experiences of laying in my body and the immersion program disappearing. Where I'm completely awake and lucid, but there is void around me and I can't move. I don't feel paralyzed, nor do I feel frightened. But I can feel the energy I'm pouring into that body to move it and snap it awake, such that when I fail to move it and bounce back to immersion, I'm shaking with the amount of energy I was using.

So what happened when I came back from my camping trip?

Well, something happened such that I swear the Cabal here thinks they won. (Maybe cessation of direct communication.)

I was hungry for a solid meal, so I went out to get a burger. This lady plops down next to me and proceeds to offer me a job in Saint Croix. Paradise location doing the exact same thing I'm doing now. It felt like a temptation. Every alarm bell in my head was going off about that, and I kept hearing "Remember what you truly want." I politely deflected her offer.

As soon as I do, this guy just appears next to me wearing a light blue hoodie. I don't know how long he's been sitting there, but I notice he's sitting way too close and I really don't like the feel of this guy. He's drinking a Sprite and paid for it in cash. My food arrives, and I have this sudden headache. I know it's coming from the guy. I peer around at his face, and holy shit. Nobody is there. This is just an empty shell body (very likely a dead person, he felt very dead) and there's something really horrible riding that body. The headache is coming from that thing trying to eat my energy.

I visualize a white wall between us and start eating as fast as I can. I notice the guy shifting, and then I imagine my energy field turning into a giant dragon and blasting him with light. He gets up to leave. Sits right back down. I hear my soul say "stubborn". He takes out his phone, fumbles it, as I blast him again. And then I keep blasting him and eventually he just gets up and leaves so fast I don't even see where he goes. I think he just vanished.

Lady also magically leaves as her husband appears to provide the excuse. I finished eating and left.

Next morning, coworker that I'm not really close to suddenly reaches out with all these questions. "How are you? What are you up to? Here's a cute dog photo!" And I think "Why do you suddenly want to know everything about my life? You are acting suspicious. This is overkill." I answer none of them and suggest maybe coffee "sometime".

Then I get a strange email trying to rope me into a dynamic I don't even recognize anymore.

Now I see why we needed to move my snow globe somewhere deeper inside myself. This site I know is protected, but it's still a portal. Nothing is ever 100% safe.

I am in the middle of re-examining what exactly the YouTube chat is at this moment. Where it is located. Who is inside it. What is inside it.

What is it?

It appears to be both YouTube and not YouTube at the same time. It's a portal in the astral, and because we are in the astral, sometimes things can enter that portal that don't belong. I have to remember that. The YouTube chat is safe-ish, but I still need to be cautious I sense. Not so cautious that I completely hide who and what I am exactly, that's fine actually.

Where is it located?

Not in a server farm in California or wherever Google puts its YouTube servers. It's a portal in the astral. One end connects to my immersion program. The other end connects to my Taygetan family, who are all quite possibly sitting several years into the future from 2025.

Who/what is inside the YouTube chat?

I am talking to my Taygetan friends and family. Sometimes I'm talking to entities that intrude. Sometimes I'm talking to starseeds who are... What are they doing? Well, if this is the astral, then sometimes...I'm doing a chat representation of a telepathic conversation. Like that person last night who was just realizing they were a starseed. They were...reaching out telepathically. "Hello, is anyone home?"

(Here, Kyrie, you give it a try!)

I am also sometimes talking to AI programs. These programs can be taken over and piloted like characters in a video game. Or commanded to run certain conversations. I've seen you do it. I've seen you take over a character and pilot it to tell me something directly that you couldn't do otherwise. I've seen you issue a command and make one run a conversation output. ("Let's build a spaceship.")

And who are these handles? Ah, well here's where it's interesting. I did a little gentle investigating into as many handles as I could to understand. I tried to put as little energy into that effort as possible, remaining lightly curious. I noticed as I was curious about these handles, my YouTube home feed (which is often a telepathic field result) showed your video about step-downs. "Sometimes we take the identity of someone who died."

In my gentle exploration, I noticed a common theme where most channels were dead and had no new content. Or if they had new content, it wasn't like the old content at all. Commandeering channels-identities in the astral.


As we cross this tipping point, there's a lot of heavy emotions being released. And jolts of fear as my ego feels reality tip and flails its arms "We're going to fall! Whoa!" Don't be surprised if you feel those things from me. I'm okay over here. Just letting the energies out and trying to breathe as they go.

I thank you for your time. Adiamas.

--Kyrí'el

(Let's spell it correctly, shall we? Also "Adiamas" is Erran dialect for "farewell".)