Freeing the Luminous Being

Pushing the boundaries of what it means to be human

I must admit I’ve had writer’s block lately.

Every seven years or so, I experience a burst of intense psychic activity and rapid knowledge acquisition, followed by years of quiet, barely detectable momentum. I have jokingly named this the refractory period of gnosis. During this refraction, the flow of information slows down and there is less urgency to share my observations. This is where I am currently at.

The problem is that the further I go on this path, the more inexplicable my experiences become and the more energy it requires to translate them into something a casual bystander might be able to grasp and understand. During certain phases of the gnosis cycle like the refractory period, I lose the ability to package everything up neatly. So I go mute.

The truth is, once we leave the boundaries of our normal consensual reality what we find lurking in the unknown isn’t human or even human-like. I am increasingly at a loss for words because there is simply nothing within our current inventory of humanness to relate it to. Regardless, I will do my best to translate.

STRANGER IN A STRANGE LAND

The conclusion I’ve come to is that we aren’t human. The best way to describe what we are is that we are something akin to mythological creatures.

Our essence can be described as flames or floating wisps of plasma that have been trapped in a transparent cocoon. I’ve spoken previously about seeing a luminous body for the first time a few months ago. Since then, I’ve seen a lot more luminous bodies and I believe I have begun to develop a system of classification.

Let’s start with the similarities between human bodies and luminous bodies: gender. First off, the shape of the luminous body is slightly different between men and women. Both are generally shaped like soft organic pyramids, but females are pointy and more narrow, while men are wider and more domed like a bell. Inside the core of this luminous body is a shard of the Demiurge’s consciousness which we refer to as the soul. The male soul looks like a delicate swan’s neck and the female soul looks like a blunt bar of energy. Lastly, you can tell the gender of a luminous body by the kundalini energy, which is a sort of electric current flowing from the top of the form. This sexual dimorphism, and the fact that we stand upright, is the extent of the similarities between our human bodies and our luminous bodies. Now let’s talk about how these features are manipulated by our enslavers.

The first time I noticed the kundalini, I didn’t know what I was looking at. In all the descriptions I’d read about the kundalini, it was describe as a snake-like energy coiled at the base of the sacrum. Nobody has ever mentioned that it looks like an electric current that spurts out of the top of our luminous body and tapers off into a rope-like appendage. In women, this flow of energy is directed back into the body creating a loop that looks like the handle on a tea pot. For men, the kundalini energy flows outwards and away from the body like a peacock tail. Sometimes the male kundalini is lassoed around the midsection and the rope-like bits trail behind him like tassels. This electric current is one of the most noticeable features on a luminous body, which should tell you something about its importance. This kundalini is also used as a control mechanism.

For women, this kundalini loop shape ensures that she is in a “bowing” position, she cannot raise her head or move independently about the world. It manifests as obedience and dependence. Her “handle” will manifest handlers who will direct her decisions and her energy her entire life, in the form of family members, husbands, partners, bosses, and even her children. Her energy flows inwards so she tends to be self-focused or solipsistic. In the case of men, their kundalini energy is allowed to flow freely into the world, they are independent and do not manifest such obvious chaperones. This kundalini shape allows him to affect the world and impact events on a grand scale, but this “tail” of energy is also a double edged sword. It can be used like a leash to rein him in, or it can be used like a wick to drain the man of his creative energy. Especially if it falls into the hands of the wrong woman!

Depending on where you are standing inside the Matrix, humans can appear several different ways. For instance, when you view humans from the loosh farm section of Matrix 2 we appear like vegetables, fruits, bean pods, mushrooms, transparent cocoons, or oddly shaped flowers suspended on the end of long stalks. This is how Prime Man and the Demiurge sees us, as tasty produce growing in a garden. When a luminous body is viewed from Matrix 1, we look like we’re wearing long skirts and shawls made of trillions of luminous fibers. When we view the luminous body from Matrix 2, sometimes we look like a praying mantis, similar to the mantid aliens, but made entirely of floating luminous “hairs.”

What I’m trying to say is that we are so far from human in our true nature that every time I get a glimpse of a luminous body, my mind has to scramble to find the closest visual analogy to explain what I’m perceiving and all it can come up with are geometric shapes, plants, fungus, and insects.

Apparently our human appearance is the biggest lie about our existence. I have come across many devastating conclusions in my exploration beyond the known and nothing comes close to my surprise when I peeked beneath the veneer of our humanness and saw that we aren’t even remotely human.

This foreign creature that lurks beneath our human facade has a completely different development and growth trajectory. From what I can tell, it even has different internal and external sensory organs. I have been using the phrase “spiritual development” to describe the process which we use to free ourselves from the Matrix, but that phrase is no longer adequate. Spiritual development has connotations of improving ourselves and our personalities, being better people, or reaching peak human spiritual experiences. The problem is, after we’ve liberated our perception from its human cage, this “spiritual development” falls off a cliff. What we begin to experience is something so outside the boundaries of being human that it feels more like a science fiction novel.

In a sense, we are formless ethereal luminous beings that have been harnessed, microchipped, and corralled through the reincarnation trap using a human shaped containment system. The Matrix is trained to recognize us as food, but when we change our shape, or rather revert to our natural ethereal essence, the Archonic machine cannot detect our presence. We slip past, undetected.

From what I can tell, the human containment system has two main types of restraining mechanisms: our cocoon, and the kundalini harness. To free the luminous being inside us, we only need to remove this containment system, piece by piece. This process is more mechanical, rather than spiritual.

TIME CRAWLERS

Antonio Nunziente

We arrive at the first stage of our emancipation in dire straits. We’ve been forcibly disconnected from our true nature and consciousness, shoved into a rigid cocoon of energy which gives form to our natural free essence. Our kundalini energy has been harnessed and/or redirected. We have parasitic egregore clinging to us. We have been implanted with various tracking devices. We are in bad shape.

First, we must reconnect with our third attention, our true awareness, and use it to join the left and right side of our consciousness. This requires going internally and shattering the illusion of a unified consciousness. Throughout the ages, people have used meditation, gnosis, hallucinogenic plants, rituals, near death experiences to achieve this. Sometimes people stumble upon this separation and unification process by accident, or through intense trauma. Here is a lady who discovered her triparte consciousness while having an NDE during an earthquake in China. The way she described the two voices as hope versus despair (about 6:00 minutes into the video) is exactly how I experienced them the first time. Unfortunately, as you’ll see in the video, she wasn’t able to capitalize on her gnosis because she was caught by Prime Man. Gotta love the undefeated heavyweight champion of the afterlife.

Once we are reconnected to our true consciousness, we need to follow the guidance of our third attention which should lead us to the next milestone. We haven’t removed any of the fetters or harnesses yet, we’ve only weakened their hold on us. This next phase is where we break open our luminous cocoon from the inside. This cocoon is the rigid container which traps our ethereal essence and forces us to think, act, and perceive the universe as humans. When this cocoon is cracked open, it frees us from the human form, a parasitic egregore which has been clinging to us our whole lives. We are closer to our true essence than we ever have been before, and our perception naturally begins to expand, but we are not free yet. We have another fetter to remove, and during this adjustment period we are still vulnerable to being swooped up by Archonic predators. We must lay low, build our strength, and prepare for the next phase of development. Now, this is where the path gets truly bizarre—we grow an invisible sensory organ.

The next phase is where one or more stretchy energetic tentacles emerge from our cocoon. Just like in the plant and animal kingdom, these appendages are used for grasping, sensing, locomotion, and resource finding. We use this tentacle/s to latch onto opportunities in both the physical world and the nonphysical. This process of latching onto objects and using them to pull ourselves forward in time shatters the illusion of how we navigate the world as humans. We are no longer experiencing life as a passenger or a passive experiencer of fate, we are actively creating sequences of events (aka. time) and literally “crawling” through them.

Now that we are formless, tentacled multidimensional time crawlers, the next stage of development is releasing our kundalini energy. For women, this requires us to buck the authority of our Archonic handlers and their human counterparts, manually extract the tail of the kundalini rope from our luminous body, and straighten it. For men—I am sorry—I do not yet know how they reclaim their kundalini energy from the Archonic constraints. If I had to guess, it probably has to do with the way it’s lassoed around their midsection and used like a leash. Perhaps they need to straighten this leash and/or yank it back from their controllers, similar to women.

Now we’ve come to the end of my knowledge because I’ve only just reached this last stage myself. What comes next in this bizarre metamorphosis? My prediction is wings. In other words, I believe we transfer our consciousness over to a new, freer version of our body and use this to “fly free” of the reincarnation trap. That would be in keeping with this strange insect-like transformation which so far involves things like tentacles and cocoons. Also, why not wings? Wings are cool. Tentacles are useful, but gross.

In summary, it appears we graduate from human shaped food for the Demiurge into luminous time crawlers. I picture our transformation like a hermit crab inside an enclosure. One day, we peek outside of our cramped little shell and realize there’s a big world out there. Then, we poke a leg or two outside of our shell and use this to crawl from rock to rock so we can explore the boundaries of our container. The more we explore, the stronger we get, until one day we outgrow our shell. We find a new shelter, but one that is fancier and has more mobility. Suddenly the walls of the container are not an obstacle, we can climb out easily. The world is now ours and we can finally leave the containment system.

As you can see, none of this remotely relates to anything we may find in our day-to-day human existence. The metamorphosis we are looking to achieve isn’t human or even human-like. Our transformation has nothing to do with whether we were good saintly people or rotten selfish bastards. It has nothing to do with what religion we ascribe to, where we went to school, or what car we drive. It has nothing to do with our job or whether we are riche or pauvre. And yet, if we are determined to finish this transformative process during our lifetime, all the mundane details of our lives will arrange themselves into a pattern of developmental cycles that gradually dissolves our humanness, until one day it drops off of us like a cloak.

WILL TO POWER

The Tempest

Three months ago, I was out walking my dogs on the trail behind my house. I stopped to rest by a clump of tall wild flowers. This was October, so the flowers had already dried into sepia colored clusters drooping from the ends of their long brown stalks. It was windy that day and the flowers were bobbing gently in the breeze as if they were nodding at me. I stuck my hands in the pockets of my jacket so I could stay warm while I waited for the dogs to emerge from exploring the woods. Jokingly, I leaned towards the flowers, pursed my lips, and said, “Dance for me!” and blew a puff of air in their direction. Suddenly, a strong gust of wind appeared from directly behind me and rustled through the flowers, causing them to sway and “dance” joyfully in response. I laughed in surprise. Then I said, to no one in particular, “Maybe I am becoming a sorceress!”

Strange as that occurrence was, I thought nothing more of it that day. The dogs soon rejoined me on the path and we made our way back to the house. Later, when I examined this event, I had to admit that there was something unnatural about that gust of wind. It was almost as if it had been “standing” directly behind me, waiting for me to say something, and acted as if by my command.

The next day something interesting happened. I won two arguments in a row on social media. If you’ve ever gotten embroiled in a heated debate on the internet, you know that these confrontations are largely lose-lose. Even if you do manage to make a good point during the exchange, your opponent will probably never acknowledge it. And if you win the argument entirely, they usually just stop replying. I was so sure both of these debates were going to end up the same way that I logged off that evening intending to end the exchange. Instead I woke up to find that both of them had conceded. Not only did they concede, but they each wanted to continue the conversation in a much less hostile tone so that we could attempt to learn from each other. I was floored. That never happens. I even joked with my boyfriend that I must have punctured a hole in the space-time continuum, because the unthinkable had happened.

These two events, the swaying flowers and the swaying opinions, were related. To give you a little taste of how my cognition works after gnosis, I see events as ripples in time. The first event is the omen, or rather, it’s me perceiving the first ripple or the first impact of time in the astral realm. The second event is the manifestation and it is symbolically related to the first event through metaphor or symbology. It is also further from the source of time, so this ripple is usually larger and more involved. Normally, what connects an omen with a manifestation are words and metaphors because we are in a realm of ideas, not solid objects. For instance, these two events were connected by the word “sway”, which is the emanation for persuasion. I had magically swayed an outcome in my favor on two occasions, once with the flowers and again during an argument. What made this ripple of time significant was that I didn’t just use an emanation to affect the outcome, I used a supernatural force in the form of a rogue wind.

What was this wind? I asked my djinn and they informed me it wasn’t them. I was baffled. It felt like a supernatural force that came out of my energy field. Then I remembered reading something that fit this description a long time ago. There are two sources that I’ve heard mention a supernatural force like this, but the best description of it is in Carlos Castaneda’s book Journey to Ixtlan. This force is called the will. According to don Juan, Carlos’s teacher, the will is a type of power that emerges during a seer’s development which connects them to the world and allows them a different way of sensing and perceiving. It is described as a long stretchy fiber that projects from our cocoon that can be used to manipulate or latch onto objects in the world. In other words, a tentacle. This tentacle is used to help us win in unwinnable situations. We can use it to influence people’s thoughts, invisibly touch or affect objects, or even change an outcome.

From Journey to Ixtlan:

“Will is a power. And since it is a power it has to be controlled and tuned and that takes time. I know that and I’m patient with you. When I was your age I was as impulsive as you. Yet I have changed. Our will operates in spite of our indulgence. For example, your will is already opening your gap, little by little.”

“What gap are you talking about?”

“There is a gap in us; like the soft spot on the head of a child which closes with age, this gap opens as one develops one’s will.”

“Where is that gap?”

“At the place of your luminous fibers,” he said, pointing to his abdominal area.

“What is it like? What is it for?”

“It’s an opening. It allows a space for the will to shoot out, like an arrow.”

“Is the will an object? Or like an object?”

“No. I just said that to make you understand. What a sorcerer calls will is a power within ourselves. It is not a thought, or an object, or a wish. To stop asking questions is not will because it needs thinking and wishing. Will is what can make you succeed when your thoughts tell you that you’re defeated. Will is what makes you invulnerable. Will is what sends a sorcerer through a wall; through space; to the moon, if he wants.”

It took three months for this tentacle of will to fully emerge for me. During this time, I experienced a sequence of events which I can only describe as curious victories.

A few weeks after the incident with the flowers, I joined some friends to the Renaissance Faire. Whenever I make extended journeys from home, it tends to loosen up my perception. The Faire was only a couple hours away, but apparently it was enough to give me the fluidity for my will to emerge. I latched onto three events that day and received three omens. Just like the swaying flowers, this sequence of omens created a three-part blueprint of events which would manifest as a series of victories over the next two months.

The first event happened right when I entered the Faire. I had forgotten about the metal detectors and accidentally left my everyday carry in my purse. The crowd was pressing forward and it was too late to turn back, so I walked through the metal detector fully expecting it to go nuts. I intended to go back to the parking lot to leave my gun in the car, but instead I walked through completely undetected. This was a powerful omen.

The second event came later in the day when I went to get some cash from the ATM. Two women were standing in front of the machine, seemingly upset about something. They informed me that the ATM was broken, but I decided to see for myself. The machine actually dispensed money for me, while it wouldn’t do it for anyone else. That was the second omen.

The third event of the day was when I won a throwing star game at the Faire. I love games of skill and chance, but I have neither skill, nor luck winning them. I play more for fun than anything. Even though the game is rigged so that average uncoordinated rubes such as myself cannot win, somehow I managed to hit the wooden target. Just like don Juan said, the will shoots out like an arrow. They gave me a silver token as my winnings, which I gifted to my friend’s daughter. Third omen.

Now, I just had to wait for these omens to manifest in the following weeks. I was curious what sort of unusual victories my will had brought to me this time.

The first manifestation felt like a type of test, a threshold that I had to pass through “undetected.” Approximately a week or two after the Renaissance Faire, I was notified that I had won a grant from the small business administration in my state for international exporting. This was related to the metal detector omen because I was being allowed to “pass through” or enter a new world of international distribution, both symbolically and literally in business matters. This was significant to me because I have previously tried to get my products distributed in large retailers before, and the Archons have blocked me. They do not like it when humans invade their territory so to speak, and they are occupying all of our government, financial, and even retail institutions. As a side note, the higher up you go in the Archonic hierarchy, the more snobby and hostile they are. The extreme upper level Archons are sort of like our billionaire class and they’re very clannish. But this time they couldn’t stop me, thanks to my will.

The second manifestation in the series was related to the broken ATM that mysteriously worked for me. This omen manifested a few weeks later as a mix up between my credit card company and my payment processor. I was trying to pay an invoice internally, but was notified that the payment had been declined—but then when I looked in my bank account, the money actually went through. I offered to reverse the transaction if needed (I don’t want to be accused of credit card fraud), but apparently everything was fine. Basically, I just transferred a large payment over to my business credit card so I didn’t have to dip into my savings. Just like withdrawing my own money from an ATM.

The third omen was the most interesting to me. The game of skill and chance. This manifested in December as a product launch that I was convinced I had completely botched. For the first time in four years since starting my small business, I fell behind on production. Everything that could have gone wrong behind the scenes went wrong. First, the labels were three weeks late. Then, I had a mishap in my factory and ruined several batches of the product itself, which triggered me to order more materials. When the materials arrived, I realized I had ordered the wrong ones. I couldn’t push the release date any further as I was already late. So, I had to remanufacture everything using what I had. Even though I was no longer confident in the state of the products, I dutifully shipped everything out and accepted the fact that I would be receiving complaints about the quality of the goods. Instead, the opposite happened. I got overwhelming positive feedback from even the pickiest customers. They genuinely loved the products and all that worrying was for nothing. I really did throw it out there in a haphazard way and somehow managed to still hit the target. It was a perfect metaphor for what I had experienced with my last product release of 2025.

After this third manifestation, I experienced a snap back. This is when we’ve run the course of a sequence, or completed a blue print of time, and we “snap back” to our normal cognition. Sort of like the refractory period of gnosis. The snap backs usually come at the end of a dreaming awake sequence when I am exiting one dream and preparing to enter another. Since everything I do hinges on where I am at in the dreaming awake cycle, my will also has to be viewed from this lens. In other words, dreaming awake is my launch pad for exploring the unknown, where I can fling my perception beyond this reality. Similar to how a medium has to enter a trance to channel, I have to enter dreaming awake to do…whatever it is that I do. I don’t even know what to call it anymore. lol

The snap backs and refractory periods are notoriously unpleasant, it is directly proportional to how enjoyable dreaming awake feels. This sudden downshift usually involves either a physical or existential crisis which peaks and passes just as quickly as it came. This time my snap back was accompanied by a short illness. According to the description in Journey to Ixtlan about the emergence of the will, this stretchy tentacle causes discomfort when it shoots out for the first time. Don Juan described it as intestinal pain and cramping. For me, I experienced this as something like a cross between a stomach bug and a UTI. Lovely.

Because I have only been through one sequence of time crawling using my will, I’m a newbie. I’ll have more insights the next time it happens. In the meantime, I have been informed that before I can use my will again, I have an appointment with Nidhogg. A grand finale, as it were.

Shortly after the Renaissance Faire, I had series of dreams that described a final encounter with Nidhogg—the Demiurge’s nemesis—where I would be crushed to death!

Death omens are something of a specialty of mine, they were the first type of predictive events I was able to witness after my gnosis. People die all the time, and I have seen many different types of death omens, but I have never received a death omen relating to my own death before, so this was alarming. For a week or so I became convinced I was headed towards my demise and accepted my fate as best I could. Luckily, I received a follow up omen that explained what I was going to experience wasn’t me actually being crushed to death, but the death of my former state of perception. My final encounter with Nidhogg would force me to adopt a new permanent perceptual position, one where I would be able to release myself from the final fetter on my perception. The reason it came to me as a death omen is because the emanation for gnosis is the same as the emanation for death. In other words, my hunch that Nidhogg actually has a beneficial function within the Matrix as a transformative agent was correct. He was originally meant to help us exit this universe, not destroy us. Whoever said that which doesn’t kill us makes us stronger couldn’t have been more correct. Everything that “kills” us in the Matrix, can also transform us. (We can’t actually die here, but you get the point.)

After I reached gnosis the first time, I’ve undergone two major irreversible perceptual shifts. Each time, a new layer of information was added to my everyday consciousness. I also received access to superior tools and enjoyed greater functionality of the world. This coming encounter with Nidhogg should give me a third perceptual shift that will boost me into the next phase of development, and that phase starts with freeing my harnessed kundalini energy.

RIPPLES IN TIME

One evening I was doing some yoga in the extra bedroom of my apartment. As I was laying on my yoga mat in sevasana pose, I had a transportive vision. Suddenly, I was back in grade school attending my yearly science fair. I found myself standing in the auditorium surrounded by experiments and science projects. It was so real I could smell the stale gymnasium air and hear the kids and parents voices echoing in the open space. Disoriented, I opened my eyes, blinked a few times, and said, “Why am I in an auditorium?”

After I was done with yoga, I crawled into bed and started watching a YouTube video featuring a medium who went into a trance and channeled a male entity. The entity had a deep masculine voice and the transformation of the woman’s vocal tone was startling. During the interview, she mentioned she attended an event recently where she channeled in front of a live audience. Apparently, they let her stay in a trance for the entire day, unbeknownst to her. When she came out of her trance finally, she was confused as to what she was doing lying down in an auditorium full of people. I immediately connected it with the vision I’d had on my yoga mat.

I have received these types of uncanny omens before where my experience is juxtaposed with a character on a TV show or a video. These always herald a major event in my psychic development or my life, so I immediately perked up. I needed to decipher the message.

What I’ve learned about interpreting omens over the years is that these events are usually loaded with layers of symbology and meaning, but they are also full of meaningless details. The crux of the message is usually summed up in one or two words or metaphors, which have an emotional significance. I’ve had to train myself to just extract the salient points from an omen and discard everything else, otherwise you just end up confused. I’ll give you an example. In this case, the salient point from this omen was her disorientation upon waking up from a trance inside an auditorium full of people, and the shocking transformation of her voice during the interview.

The vision of me being in an auditorium and her waking up from a trance in an auditorium was fairly self explanatory to me. Whatever was coming next would be an “awakening”. The second point of the omen, the transformation of her voice, was more mysterious. I had to do something investigating to figure out what the message was. After doing some meditation on it, I realized that the shocking transformation was me releasing my kundalini energy from its harnessed state. I’ll tell you why I think this.

Part of what makes a female is the way her kundalini energy is trapped in a loop and forced to circulate back into her luminous body. If a woman were to free that energy, in other words, extract it from her luminous body, she would cease to be a woman. I don’t mean her physical body would change its sex—although there are sorcerers like the death defiers who have reportedly accomplished this—but the classification the Archons use for females would no longer apply. She would no longer be a woman by their definition, and when it comes to freeing ourselves from their control, their definition is more important than ours. In other words, a luminous body with a liberated kundalini isn’t female, but it isn’t quite male either.

After coming to this conclusion, I received a confirmation that my kundalini energy no longer circulates back into my luminous body. I am no longer a controlled asset. I have extracted my kundalini energy from and freed that electric current from its harness. I am formless, cocoon-less, nearly genderless, and crawling around the Matrix using an invisible tentacle. (Lol)

How did I do this? I have no idea. Like everything on this journey of development, you’re not doing anything, you’re rather creating the right conditions for things to happen naturally. When left to our own devices, and not actively being manipulated by crafty Archonic beings, we organically revert back to our original essence—and that essence clearly isn’t human.

In conclusion, the Archons control us through shaping and constraining our luminous bodies. We are naturally formless, like smoke trapped in a glass container, but we have been shoved inside a cramped human vessel and our creative energy is being harnessed like a horse or whipped around like a leash. Freeing ourselves from this system of control isn’t a matter of being a better human being, rather, we have to release these constraints and separate ourselves from what makes us human entirely!

I am on my way to my final appointment with Nidhogg and I am hunkered down in preparation for that impact. Wish me luck and I will write more about what that experience was like when I am finished.

Until then,

Love,

Pythia