The Bootcamp of Becoming

Strangely enough, I find myself listening to Burn by Ellie Goulding as I close this unexpected, divinely orchestrated ten-day journey in southern France, a perfect circle from start to end.

Bear with me as I find the words…

I watched The Mauritanian last night.

That, together with a deep conversation I had with my son today, and prior experiences this week, initiated a full body transmission in me that I will try to share with you. Music, lyrics, art, nature and everyday unfoldments are a crucial way of how I communicate with Source/my Unified Self. As nothing is random. Life is a tapestry of perfection. And I’m in awe of it. Feeling humble and raw.

It’s very little about what I’ve experienced, although it has all blown my mind away in itself, however it’s more about what it is showing me that WE are being prepared for.

So.

This is not for everybody, but I appreciate the presence of everyone.

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There is so much movement in the field now. It feels as though the real players, the ones who chose arduous paths of initiation, are being summoned into their next octave of embodiment.

Around them, the old cast begins to unravel. The characters who once tested us, those whose consciousness remained tightly programmed within the three-dimensional matrix, are starting to glitch. Their patterns loop like broken records, - forgetting, repeating, reacting, while the life force that once fueled their control wanes.

These were never the villains.

They were the catalysts, those who forced us to build strength, clarity, and coherence in the face of distortion.

They have played their part perfectly, pressing us to hold frequency amid chaos, to anchor love where there was none, to stand in truth without validation.

For a time, these catalysts were essential. They appeared as abusers, manipulators, and narcissists, embodying the polarity that would provoke our deepest healing. Bless them for the heartbreak they initiated🤍 my heart cracks open again and again, because of what it must have cost them to energetically and physically cause so much pain and suffering in another. Even if it was unconscious.

Through them, we were called to mend the wounded child, to reclaim power from dependency, to reprogram the mind from fear into awareness and truth in our hearts. Their role was to challenge every fracture in our field until we learned to generate coherence from within. It cost them tremendous amounts of energy, as it did us.

And it only shows the divine orchestration of this game of life.

In the end, it’s all about oneness and remembering love.

Yet now, as the end game unfolds, we must not loose our focus. And for the sake of writing this, I have to use the language of polarity, us and them, when in truth. there’s only one. Us.

Nonetheless.

Their purpose changes form, and we need to respond from our new higher vantage point. They continue to play their tune, but we are no longer meant to dance to it. The invitation is not conflict or confrontation, but putting into practice the qualities we for so long have sophisticated and refined, our mastery.

We’re stepping into a phase where things may get ugly if we don’t pay attention. Emotional purge is on our doorstep. Everything is surfacing now.

This is the phase where we must not let distraction pull us from devotion. The initiations come disguised as repetition, but they are merely echoes of what has already been integrated.

The task is to remain steady in divine neutrality, to meet each reappearance of the old field with recognition, love, and release. No argument, no resistance. Only acknowledgment and a calm return to focus. By doing so, we signal completion. The old contracts dissolve through resonance alone.

Even if it feels like abandoning those who once siphoned our energy, it is, in truth, an act of love.

I can hear their higher selves are saying: “I will test you one last time, so that you remember who you are.” When we hold that knowing, every loop becomes a blessing. We bless the play and step off the stage. The lesson ends not through battle, but through choosing the higher path.

The true architects of New Earth are not the loud ones. They are the quiet builders, those who have been tempered through years of invisible training. Life itself has been the playground : the financial trials, the heartbreaks, the collapses, the long stretches of unknowing. We have been refined like diamonds, learning to alchemize lead into gold, learning trust, to know humility, discernment, love, harmony, and balance.

Each of us, wherever we were placed, be it in music, art, healing, parenting, or partnership, has been in the same cosmic boot camp of becoming.

The human theater is merely the disguise for a deeper curriculum. The roles we chose, were never the point. They were the alchemical vessels through which the soul could sculpt the qualities required for the next creation cycle. These qualities, anchored compassion, embodied coherence, the ability to hold frequency through collapse, will be the true currency of the coming age.

Something vast is converging. Within the next decade, the scaffolding of this world will begin to transform beyond recognition. Those who have trained in silence are the ones who will stabilize the new systems, communities, and architectures of light. Their presence will be the bridge. Their fields will be the technology.

We are not waiting for New Earth to arrive. We are remembering that it is already here, through our everyday experiences and guidance beyond the veil, coded within us, unfolding through the frequency of who we have become.

Whether you walk as a catalyst, a stabilizer, a bridge, or anything in between, I honor you.

I’m in awe of the living tapestry of consciousness we’re all weaving together.

With love and reverence for our shared becoming, and journey towards higher consciousness✨

Maria