Clearing the Echoes of History

Notre-Dame de Reims, France

France really does ooze charm. It seems to be their number 1 crop, grown and infused into everything they produce, at least for the last couple of hundred years. But before the French Revolution, France faced a traumatic history.

The Medieval period, marked by extreme poverty, disease, warfare, and especially suppression campaigns like the Crusades, inflicted trauma upon the land, stamping it like a type of epigenetic resonance in its wake.

This echo of trauma creates holes and tears in the etheric fields surrounding the planet, imprinting the Earth with painful memories. These memories became a part of the land, being stored in the stones and soil.

Unseen, this toxicity forms a ‘density’ or heaviness that drains the Earth and her inhabitants of lifeforce.

“When the pure flow of cosmic expression is obscured, a condition called 'density’ occurs.”

Think of density like bricks rather than water.

Ideally, life should flow like a river, carried along by present moments and expressing from exploring life as an ever-renewing discovery.

Instead, the linear mind constructs life (culture, society, and physical health; basically anything it can affect) more like bricks.

These bricks are formed by knowledge - conclusions formed from the past.

In doing so, it forces life to be static and heavy, not fluid.

This static produces an undercurrent of sameness, which means it only creates more of the same - namely from memory- which prevents life from renewing each moment.

In a person, density is the collection of accumulated belief systems, memories, agreements, world views, and karma that develops a delay between cause and effect - a delay in what is intended to manifest in one’s reality -, the opposite of a magical life.

Density in a building, business, town, or any other type of location works the same. According to the linear mind, it’s called history.

However, to the right or feminine side of the brain, density originates from feelings. This generates an emotional echo anchoring a collective memory that drains the consciousness, preventing it from moving forward in life.

So now a historic event hinders current life.

This is density. And clearing density is what our business Into the Mystic Realms is all about.

According to the Seer Almine, to dissolve density without accruing even more karma, one needs to perform what she refers to as “proxy magic. “

Proxy magic is what brought Savine and me to the Occitanie region of central France.

It is a term coined by the Seer to refer to the practice of changing your outer environment by changing within.

By affecting the world, the planet, and life in general through our interconnectedness, we gain the perception needed to induce a natural, corresponding change that benefits all life.

In this type of work, the more non-cognitive we approach it, the better, since it prevents us from enforcing an agenda on the situation.

The attitude of humility- ‘I don’t know, let’s find out’ - allows our feelings and impulses to guide the way, rather than the arrogance of the linear mind.

Our First Assignment

Savine’s account:

“Our first and most loaded stop along our recent metaphysical quest through the Occitanie (medieval) region of central France, to clear density by proxy, was the Notre-Dame de Reims.

As soon as we parked the car, Tallulah already felt the Cathedral calling. It was so strong, we didn’t even need to look at the map to know where we were going.

Before Tallulah and I approached the Cathedral, we stopped in a plaza where people sat drinking coffee, children played, and others walked their dogs. The collective energy co-mingled into a relaxed, joyful, happy atmosphere, the perfect ambiance needed for us to absorb, before addressing the Notre-Dame.

Slowly, the Cathedral came into view, its facade seeming to be copied and pasted into the scenery, like from another dimension. Every step closer, the air became heavier and heavier, until, next to the building, my knees threatened to buckle.

Images of violence, suppression, and suffering barraged my senses. I was getting physically ill and needed to sit down.

I let the energy guide me and found a spot next to the statue of Jean d’ Arc, funnily enough, my childhood hero.

The Realm of Spirit

Jean d”Arc

It had become clear to us that we were supposed to work on the realm of Spirit (one of the three main bodies, alongside Body and Soul), the realm that governs our morality, ideals, purpose, and traditions like religion.

Sitting beside Jean, I could feel the immense force of her devotion. She had given everything to a single purpose: restoring the Dauphin (the French crown prince) to the throne. Until her dying breath, she never wavered.

And at the same time, I could feel how she had lived her entire life from that idea of purpose, of righteousness, which is an incredibly subtle manipulation of the distorted Spirit realm. For the true purpose of living is deeply enjoying life. The rest are man-made concepts of virtue.

So in that moment, I worked to undo all my personal beliefs, ideas, conclusions, and expectations around this theme and saw the Cathedral slowly lose its oppressive power and soften.

One thing was sure, it immediately set the tone for our work to come on this trip.”

Tallulah’s account:

“While Savine contemplated her relationship with Jean d’Arc, I quickly walked clockwise around the cathedral property, about the size of a small city block, singing quietly, while etheric sign-language poured through my hands.

One lap around the block, through a stream of tourists congregating around the building, seemed to break down the density imprisoned within its monolithic walls.

Without pause, I continued my clockwise circle as my body broke into a walk-dance; torso undulating, arms flying like streamers in the wind.

I could feel it: She was finally coming home! She, as in the Divinine Feminine, soul, joy, expression, love. All of Her rushed through me, taking up residence when ages before She was banished through the power plays of human politics, money, war, and dominance.

Afterward, I joined Savine, watching the violent facade of the Notre Dame fade back into the past where it belonged. Simultaneously, we felt the work was done. Now we could go to lunch!”