Blue Cosmic Orb: Metaphysical undergoing Heart Surgery

The pearly white gates? The Garden of Eden? Birds chirping, singing… I remember my dad asking me what birds I hear, what flowers I smell. But all I saw were stars shining, surrounding me in the cold recesses of space. I questioned myself. Am I on the brink of death? What happened? I only remember being heavily drugged for surgery. Then a light switched on, and something left my body. I don’t know what to call it. Why am I floating in space? Why am I here?

A teal and dark navy-blue orb kept me warm. The Blue Cosmic Oneness has a presence that is hard to describe. It was like a gigantic jelly fish geode.

The peace I felt was immense, but there was also a tingling fear. I called upon a relative who had passed to guide me.

“Fear has no place here. There is only great love for you. You are safe. Feel it wash over your mind, body, and spirit like honey. You are rooted in peace. Remember your roots start in the stars. It doesn’t end here, it only extends. There is only love.”

The voice came from an Old German Man, my mom’s grandfather, my great-grandfather. He asked for forgiveness in exchange for protection. I could sense the edgy energy, but I accepted him, embraced him. The instant I did, the energy cleared, and we both felt deep peace. Even at three, I realized I had this intuitive power. I learned then: I am an innate healer. I am here to clear and heal my paternal lineage.

He explained what had happened. “You had a stroke,” he said. I barely understood the words, but my body knew. Then he offered me a choice: to remain in the Blue Cosmic Oneness, pain-free, or return to Earth, to feel life differently, to give up my voice for a time so that I could learn to speak truth when it mattered.

I felt his loving embrace from behind, protecting me. I had a choice. I remembered lifetimes where speaking on land was hard — Atlantis, being a mermaid, struggling to be heard. I knew it would take time, but I would learn to speak my truth, to open my telepathic and supernatural gifts.

I chose to return.

When I woke up from surgery, I had forgotten everything. I forgot the Blue Cosmic Oneness, the Old German Man, the angels, the immense connection. I even forgot that I had a choice. But my body remembered. My life became about learning to speak, to heal, to express what lived inside me.

And now, through my art, I remember.