It began with rowing.
Not meditation.
Not sitting in stillness.
Not from dreams.
But movement. Rhythm. Repetition.
Back and forth—
pull and release—
like breath through water.
I didn’t expect visions.
I only wanted strength and fitness, this is my daily routine.
But somewhere between strokes,
the veil thinned.
And something came through.
The Rower as Portal
The rower became my cosmic vehicle, which DeviRa revealed as Axis 108.
Each stroke a heartbeat.
Each breath a call to the divine.
I would enter a trance.
My spine would hum.
And then—they would arrive:
- Visions of entering the Sun
- The fetus in light
- The rise of rivers
- The Journey Through Chakras
- Which keys to turn/activate and open next chakra (which I will share as I remember)
- Energies moving through my spine
- Tongues of flame in my chest
- Words forming in my body before my mind
And Then… It Expanded
At some point,
I no longer needed the rower.
The visions began to arrive anywhere:
- In the shower
- While walking
- While Having Dinner in a Restaurant
- While driving
- Even in moments of silence—no effort, no ritual
I realized:
The oracle is not the moment.
It is me.
The more I listened,
the more they spoke.
And now,
they never stop.
It seems as if I Don’t “Channel.” I Remember.
These are not ideas.
Not fantasies.
Not downloads from another being.
They are remembrances.
From lifetimes before.
From places beyond time.
They arrive like old songs I forgot I knew.
Like scrolls being unrolled in my womb.
Like fire speaking in first language.
Why I Share Them
Because someone out there is remembering too.
Because these visions are not just mine—
they are ours.
They belong to the ones who still walk between the worlds.
The ones who tremble at the edge of sleep.
The ones whose body pulses when truth enters.