the reptilian takeover nobody talks about

the circuit they have been trying to break

i saw this on a parked car window and came home to write this piece.

write like your life depends on it.

that phrase. swirling in my mind.

i have wanted to write in an open journal style for years.

i didn’t think it was possible.

until here.

yet i wonder sometimes that it took me so long to get here. that it took any of us, here, reading each other’s words, pouring our hearts out onto the open page, this long.

and sure, we would love to get paid for it. sure, we would love to become known for it. doesn’t every human long for recognition?

but don’t get me started on the matrix and pop culture and the way we idolize humans.

we have transferred our longing for the sacred onto celebrities.

we worship people who are just as lost as we are, just more visible.

a substack writer recently wrote about what it means to live in a motherless world, and then followed it up with what it means to live in a fatherless world.

thousands read it and wrote comments. it struck a nerve.

what she wrote about is how ten thousand years of a patriarchal world has affected our species.

because we have been stripped of our own agency.

once disempowered, we project our power onto lovers, onto systems, onto religions, onto anything and everything, as long as it isn’t our lowly selves.

be selfless, right?

isn’t that the motto of every great religion and ideology?

because no one wants to be selfish. and if they have quietly become this way, if selfishness or narcissism has taken root, they would never admit it.

they know it isn’t how they are supposed to behave.

so they mask. everyone masks.

unless you're neurodivergent, highly sensitive, or an empath, like so many of us here, who have spent our whole lives trying to figure out how to fit in, and finally made it here and stopped giving any more fucks about it.

because we have each other now.

and then there are those at the top, who do all the crazy and horrific shit they want and call it leadership.

but before any of this, before the systems, and the hierarchies, and the lords with their servants, there was a mother culture.

not a matriarchy as we have come to understand the word, not simply a reversal of what came after, but something older and more whole.

a culture that understood the feminine as the living principle of nature itself.

gaia. pachamama. isis. shakti. she has been called by a thousand names. the living principle of nature itself. the earth that receives the seed, and grows the child, and feeds the village, and holds the dead.

the original mother— sacred, embodied.

and alongside her, the masculine — protector, initiator.

two forces in conversation.

yin and yang.

the breath in and the breath out.

the elders held this truth as they were the living library. they were the ones who remembered how the world worked when it was still whole. and coming of age was a rite of passage because the elders knew that a human being needs to be initiated into their own sovereignty, needs to be witnessed and named and sent into the world knowing who they are.

when you strip all this from a species, when you sever them from the mother and the father that held them in this deeper sense, you don’t just create orphans.

you create a people who don’t know what they’ve lost, who spend their whole lives reaching for something they can’t name.

that is what it means to be motherless and what it means to be fatherless.

but humans were enslaved into a system slowly over time. and it wasn’t just what humans did to each other.

that’s the part we see.

but we are waking up.

it’s a collective remembering.

for those who don't know my writing, i have clairvoyant, clairaudient and clairsentient senses.

i have the claires, as they are sometimes referred to.

we all have the capacity for these, but in a world that only allows us to name what science or religion allows… well, you get the idea.

but for me, because i was so shut down in certain ways because of childhood sexual abuse, dissociative amnesia created a child who was both hyper-aware and also escaping to somewhere safe, somewhere else.

leaving her body for survival.

it’s just that my dissociation sent me into a land that was always more home than here could ever be: my imagination became a gateway to the spiritual world.

einstein once said knowledge is limited, but imagination embraces the entire world.

i believe he was pointing to imagination as that same threshold to something larger, more universal, more whole.

i have had past life memories arrive during hypnotherapy sessions, dreams, and visions — all when i least expect them.

but they mostly didn’t come until my beloved husband finn died in 2022 and i was cracked open.

the first big one shook me to my core. i was a young british woman in love with a pilot who died in wwi. that pilot was finn. and i couldn't tell if i was sobbing for having lost him then or now.

it was only six months after losing him and the grief melded into a giant tidal wave of remembrance and sadness.

since then, the visions arrive like a breeze that blows through and is gone again.

one of the agonizing pain of being burned at the stake.

another of being forcefully driven from a village for speaking knowledge i wasn’t supposed to have.

once i was a young beggar girl, going door to door with a wooden bowl alongside my closest friend, who was a sister to me in that life.

and one time a dark skinned general on a sun scorched shore lined with palm trees, shouting orders to my men as greek ships kept landing on the beach.

and yet another i was a warrior priestess with tattoos running up my arms, with designs i’ve never seen in waking life. the feeling of power and invincibility after that one lasted almost a week.

and then the ones where i am not from here. a winged blue being leading a legion of light warriors from somewhere else.

a being made of white light, holding a white staff, surrounded by others like me, a council of light, in a place in the galaxy where the most poignant and beautiful music was felt rather than heard, and i started sobbing with a homesickness i can't explain.

once i transformed my body and became a dragon made of millions of scales that were actually eyes, each one blinking with soft radiant light. i remember feeling a steady power that made me so happy and confident while the vision lasted.

and yet another of lying in a beltane meadow and having a horned man arrive in my animal skin tent, where we create the sacred union the way it used to be done.

i could go on…

my dreams and visions usually come when i am meditating, or in water, as the ancients knew that water is a conduit. in the shower or the bath is where i have had many a download.

that’s what i’ve come to call them.

or sometimes they come as i am lying next to my sleeping children, when i tuck them in at night. something about their peaceful breathing and already being on the other side…

and some of what has come through i have never spoken out loud or written about.

until now.

when finn died in 2022 something else opened alongside the grief. i began to receive him.

not as memory but as an unmistakable presence.

in my dreams, when i was sad and crying, through song lyrics at grocery stores, through words i heard in my mind, and much more.

and once that doorway opened, others stepped through too. mostly loved ones i have met, or whose family members i have met.

besides one time, when i was following an exercise in a book about becoming your own medium, and a flamboyant black woman, wearing a pink frilly dress and a big hat, came in and did intense energy work, repairing my neck to my body in what felt like had been a decapitation wound i was still carrying from another life that was blocking my throat chakra.

i know it sounds crazy, right?

but when she flowed in the force was so strong my neck tilted back while i was sitting on my couch and my dog jumped up beside me and wouldn’t stop barking. she told me her name was grace. and that she was working with two friends.

but mostly i hear them speak to me in my mind, but they send images too.

if you’ve ever spoken with a medium you know our loved ones communicate using symbol as a form of language, as much as the spoken word.

and then there is the feeling. i always know it’s not just in my mind because my chest becomes flooded with warmth and love.

i become filled like a helium balloon with their soft tender regard.

i believe this is something we all can do. it is not a special talent and once you are open you cannot always choose what comes through.

in my research to understand what i was experiencing in my visions, i began to google search key words or describe what i had seen and look it up on the internet.

just a woman googling her visions at midnight.

and that is how i found the ones who were mapping the same territory. those who speak of starseeds, of galactic federations, of ancient consciousness wars playing out across dimensions and through human history.

and of a reptilian consciousness.

a force of lower vibration that feeds on fear and has had a hand in the trajectory of our species for a very long time.

it just so happened that i encountered these ideas in my visions, before i ever found them on the internet.

that’s what i need you to understand, that the words, images, and felt sense always came first and the confirmation came after. and while i am not asking you to believe what i believe, i am asking you to stay open.

because whether you receive this as metaphor or literal, truth has a way of landing in the body, whether the mind agrees or not.

and as i begin to refer to a ‘they,’ i want to be clear about who and what i mean:

not a single group or a single face, but a force, a consciousness.

those who track ufo phenomena call it reptilian.

religious traditions call it fallen angels.

some ancient gnostic traditions spoke of a lesser consciousness that constructed a false reality to keep souls enslaved and unaware of their true nature.

the jungians called it the shadow.

and the neuroscientists mapped it onto the oldest part of our brain.

different languages, different centuries, different frameworks, all pointing at the same thing:

a consciousness that feeds on fear rather than generating light.

i have known their influence in my earliest experiences with my own kin.

darkness that feeds on the innocent.

we see its fingerprints in the epstein network and the cult worship that surrounds the most powerful people on earth.

in the rituals hidden in plain sight.

in the symbols worn by those who have traded sovereignty for power.

it moves through humans who are wounded enough or willing enough to let it in.

and it does not create, it consumes. it does not love, it harvests.

and ‘they’ have been very, very good at making us believe they don’t exist.

reptilian consciousness.

neuroscience calls it the reptilian brain.

i have dreamed of it and i have read others describe it in the same words without ever having spoken to each other, and, unfortunately i have seen it up close.

i have looked into eyes and watched something behind them that was not human. not the person i thought i knew.

something older, hard as stone, that could not care. something that fed on fear.

the brainstem, which is the oldest deepest part of the human brain, and it is structurally almost identical to the brain of a reptile.

it governs survival. territory. dominance. hunger.

it does not feel. it does not love. it only wants, and it only takes.

above it sits the limbic system, the part that bonds, that grieves, that nurtures.

and above that, the prefrontal cortex, where imagination and compassion live. where we have the capacity to choose.

where we can choose love.

the question is: which one is driving?

what i know to be true, is that there are forces beyond human that thrive on keeping us trapped in this lower part of our brain.

because here is what trauma does, and what systems of control have always known: when a being is kept in chronic fear, in scarcity, in fragmentation, the higher brain goes offline.

and when the reptilian brain takes the wheel, you can only react, consume, comply or abuse.

i often call them the five ‘f’s in my writing: fight, flight, freeze, fawn, fornicate.

but a traumatized species doesn’t know it’s been hijacked.

it just thinks this is what being a human feels like.

yet it isn’t the whole sovereign self.

this is a human who has forgotten it was always a ‘being’ first and foremost.

and this is why healing is not self improvement.

it is reclamation.

the slow, mostly brutal work of regaining control of the part of you that was always meant to be in charge.

and we do it by witnessing and holding the pain of what forced us into submission in the first place.

because here is what most people don’t know about trauma: the amygdala, the brain’s alarm system, cannot tell the difference between past and present.

it doesn’t know the threat is gone, it just knows it happened. and so it keeps firing, flooding the body with cortisol and adrenaline as if the danger is still right here, right now.

this was once a survival strategy. it kept our ancestors alive.

but it has been hijacked to the highest degree.

because a body that is constantly flooded with stress hormones cannot heal.

cannot think clearly.

cannot access love.

and they know this.

it is why we are bombarded daily with news cycles and images designed to keep the alarm bells ringing. to keep us swimming in our own stress chemistry. to keep us, as ever, in the oldest part of our brain.

and here is what they don’t want you to find:

right inside the very brain they have been using against you, there is a gland that connects you to everything they have tried to sever you from.

the pineal gland.

it sits at the center, directly behind the point between your eyebrows.

the third eye.

descartes called it the seat of the soul.

the ancient egyptians encoded it into the eye of horus.

every major spiritual tradition on earth located their highest vision exactly here.

science calls it the most mysterious gland in the human body.

and what they do know is this: it responds to light, it governs our dreams, and our ability to restore.

some researchers believe it produces dmt, the same compound that floods the body at the moment of birth and at the moment of death. the chemical of crossing over.

and it works in conversation with the heart.

not the heart as metaphor, but the actual heart has its own nervous system, its own forty thousand neurons.

scientists know the heart generates the largest electromagnetic field in the human body, extending several feet outside you in every direction.

your heart is broadcasting constantly.

fear sends one signal, love sends another.

and when the heart opens, the higher centers follow.

the sufi poets knew this and so did the egyptians.

they weren’t speaking in riddles, and this is the circuit ‘they’ have been trying to break.

and it isn’t only the pineal under attack.

it is the gut.

hippocrates said all disease begins in the gut.

two thousand years ago. and now science is catching up.

the gut has its own nervous system, its own neurons. researchers call it the second brain. and what lives in your gut affects your mood, your cognition, your clarity, your capacity to feel joy.

and what have we been fed?

processed food stripped of its living intelligence.

water laced with chemicals.

screens designed to addict.

environments saturated with toxins we didn’t consent to and mostly can’t see.

brain fog isn’t weakness and it isn’t laziness.

it is what happens to a human being who has been slowly, systematically disconnected from the conditions their body needs to think clearly, feel deeply, and perceive truthfully.

they didn’t need to lock us up.

they just needed to keep us foggy and disconnected.

the loneliness epidemic is by design. and they have always known this.

fear in the media.

manufactured scarcity.

the severing of community, ritual, and rite of passage.

a species living in its reptilian brain is a species that is very, very easy to feed on.

harvesting our life force, our sexual energy, that was supposed to bring us closer to our divinity, to mother earth, to each other.

the porn industry + the media = fear. sex. power.

feeding. always feeding.

entering humans who are too wounded and fragmented to keep them out.

doing evil through them.

darkness that feeds on the innocent.

just as we see this same darkness weaving through the epstein scandal and the thousands who have suffered.

the millions around the world who suffer at the hands of abusers.

is venus just lost down the rabbit hole of conspiracy?

i would have thought so too.

but the visions came before the internet searches. the words arrived before i knew what they meant. sometimes they were persian in origin. sometimes old gnostic terms found in ancient texts.

and when you find that others have written about the same thing, in the same words, across centuries, without ever having spoken to each other, it feels less like conspiracy and more like confirmation.

it’s dark and scary and i still don’t have the full picture. so i stay curious.

i receive pieces like a jigsaw puzzle and piece it together bit by bit.

but now the process is accelerating, and it becomes easier to read the same knowledge from all sorts of different places.

remembering. unravelling. reclaiming.

people are writing their own experiences and comparing notes, just like i am.

we aren’t alone and never have been.

and symbols hold power.

jung knew this and the mystics knew this. the elite never forgot it.

you see power symbols everywhere, co-opted and hidden in plain sight, because they kept this knowledge while the rest of us were taught to distrust anything we couldn’t measure or explain.

but we all have access.

the part of us that speaks in dreams, images, and metaphor is not primitive.

neuroscience is now confirming that the brain’s capacity for symbolic, imaginal thinking is not lesser than logic.

it may actually be the deeper intelligence, the one that holds the bigger picture.

the one that was always meant to lead.

but we built a civilization that called it madness and this is where it got us.

because nothing is even truly material to begin with.

the device you’re reading this on, the chair you’re sitting in, your entire body, at its smallest level, it is moving energy.

quantum physics is finally proving this.

and behind the many masks there has always been a system.

a system for keeping us from remembering who we actually are.

but the reptilian brain can be metabolized.

meaning: the trauma that keeps us locked there can be moved through the body, processed, released. the alarm system can be retrained. the higher brain can come back online.

trauma changes the brain. healing does too.

that’s what true healing is.

not the performative type which is its own kind of epidemic.

when you do the work of moving the trauma through your body, when you crack your heart open and learn to live from there, you are literally rewiring which part of your brain is in charge.

you are evolving in real time.

and that terrifies a system built on keeping you frozen.

at the end of the day, it doesn’t actually matter whether you believe this or not.

what matters is that you embody.

what matters is that you heal.

what matters is that you find your way home.

and at the same time, all of this is to say: don’t get lost in it.

then you will just be giving your power away.

the only way through the storm is to become your own eye of the storm.

and you can’t get there through your mind.

you must enter through your body and through your heart.

and the doorway opens through pain.

because pain is an initiator.

and love, with pain as its twin sister, must break you open.

that’s how you fortify against the evil of this world.

because evil is just unevolved consciousness that forgot it was also source light.

and so did we for a while.

but remember you will.

you are the light. you are the warmth. you are the flame.

you are the child leading the giant lizard by a leash.

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i am a writer, speaker, and musician devoted to healing and embodiment. i share essays, poetry, and original music through venus consciousness. i’d love to walk this path with you. 💞