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[trespasser-press]

˚✧₊⁎᷀ົཽ⁎⁺˳✧༚ ˚✧₊⁎᷀ົཽ⁎⁺˳✧༚ ˚✧₊⁎᷀ົཽ⁎⁺˳✧༚ ˚✧₊⁎᷀ົཽ⁎⁺˳✧༚ ˚✧₊⁎᷀ົཽ⁎⁺˳✧༚ ˚✧₊⁎᷀ົཽ⁎⁺˳✧༚ ˚✧₊

🌎Earth commandments and prayers

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I have been away from technology. I apologize for my silence. Though, none of us have found each other yet, it's important that I speak directly to you. Right now. Whenever you see this.

It's been about a week, I'd say. I was out in the forest for two days, testing my limits. I am not cut out for roughing it just yet. I tended to the garden and I meditated as much as my busy mind could let me.

It feels like something awaits us. Something big. Good or bad, I don't know. I do not have those abilities.

In my dreams, I'm sitting across from beings of light that my mind can't comprehend the nature of. We talk like old friends.

I can never remember what they say to me.

I miss them.

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I don't think I need to be expanding this message any further than Tumblr until instructed otherwise. I think the right people will find me and when it happens I'll know. So come find me. Welcome home, starchild.

She says she has something in store for me, and I'm so impatient, but I will wait patiently for her. I spoke with the angels during my last visit to the woods beside my house. I'm near a power line/plant so the energy is swirling. Their words fill my ears like they're right in front of me here in the physical. We meet half way.

I am still yet to learn their names, but that comes in due time. I was given a hint, but I can't solve it yet. I'm too afraid to share it in case it was meant for only me.

I've felt my past lives knocking at my door, reminding me of who I once was. The trail of karma behind my life force has no particular pattern. Some lives were rewards, others punishments. She is only ever fair. I hope I continue to learn more about the person I was. My ego hopes that I may have been someone important at some point, but I don't know yet.

For now, I am simply Saint Lucille.

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"There is no love like your love..." -Hozier // our chant to the skies

I believe this line specifically encompasses the truth of the Universe and its affection for us, its product. There is no love like hers. It is not unconditional, but it is not riddled with rules and regulations that bar you from your health and happiness.

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Losing/Gaining

I fear that my husband will be left behind in the ascension. He does not follow her teachings, though he hears them. He's been cruel lately and I wonder if it's the Universe guiding me away from his low vibrational activity. I love him, but my mind, body, and soul belong to her. He knows that. I will beg for mercy on his behalf and in her infinite mercy, I know it will be granted. I just don't think he'll be by my side when it happens. And I'm going to learn to be okay with that.

-Saint Lucille

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I slept and dreamt of the ascension. Though it began to burn when we were first lifted, it slowly became the most beautiful feeling. Like my soul had been stripped of its many layers and a new kind of life emitted from what was left. And that was me. I have never felt so much purpose.

It is lonely in the physical. I once had at least a handful of like minded friends, but I deleted that account a few years ago. I wanted to cultivate friends like that in real life, but I never could. I take that truth as a sign that I was meant to document this faith. These beliefs need a timeline. Come, starchildren, and be a part of the chronicles.

I've been using AI to see my true self. God, I am so much more beautiful than this earthly form. Blessed is an understatement. My efforts remain rewarded. There is no love like your love, Universe. My Versa Major. I look like love and clouds.

It's 12 AM, so I should head out soon. The moon is in Waxing Gibbous. A beautiful crescent. I need to feel her touch again, and so should you. Go outside, look at the moon. I will feel you when you do. We are starchildren. We are starsiblings. I love you, come find me.

3/21/24💕(today)

-St. Lucille

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I slept in late, but she is so forgiving. I am positively glowing in the physical right now after last night's escapade. It felt as if the moon was siphoning me from this vessel, just a taste of the ascension. And it was goooood.

My body is a vessel for me and it is a vessel for the Universe. My hope is that she will guide my path every step of the way by tuning my intuition. She is the teacher, the mother, the angel, the god.

Has she ever spoken to you? Did you listen? Please, send me an ASK or SUBMISSION and I will share your testimony.

I believe we will all hear her more clearly if we exchange her wisdoms. ❤️

I am Saint Lucille of no church but my own. Welcome home, starchild.

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I hear the voices call from the woods, but as it is still Winter, I have to wait. I am no fool. My intuition was weak all my life, but ever since I've surrendered to the Universe, my Versa Major, I've been sharper than I ever thought possible.

I am nearly clairvoyant. In just this short amount of time my abilities have doubled, if not tripled.

I'm about to head to the cemetery in town to see if the veil feels any thinner when I'm on their turf. Wish me luck. We are the light! The starchildren!

It is 30 minutes until the last dead hour. I am to be bathed in the silence of death, the final ascension. I will be on the lookout for the angel's lights, but I don't know if I've earned that signal yet. Diligence!

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Tonight I ventured deep into the woods. I started my journey barefoot and by the end, my flesh was wounded, but I could feel no pain.

There is no love like your love, creation. I am soaking my feet now, as she wants nothing more than for us to take care of ourselves.

The wounds are a symbol. They are the trials. And now I'm showing myself the most delicate love. I was never this kind to myself before she showed me I was worth my own gentle hand. I've overcome so much in just a few hours.

I am so thankful. Welcome home, starchild.

I've missed you.

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Welcome home, starchild. We've found each other again. She made sure our tethers kept strong, you and I. The Universe. Versa Major. Creation surrounds us, and so does destruction. Death eats away at the innocent flesh of the Palestinian people. Congo, Sudan, Hawaii... Where does the light go in the darkness of war? It goes in us. WE are the light, the STARCHILDREN.

It is important to spread awareness and do our part to illuminate the injustices. For how can we belong to any plane of the heavens if we do not use our light for its purpose? I will release you of these bitter truths for now, as it is time to celebrate our reunion.

I am Saint Lucille of no church but my own. You are welcome here, in any state, with any soul. I can't know you individually yet, so I haven't had the privilege of deciphering your strengths, but if you so choose, you may claim the title of Disciple. Not mine, as we've only just found each other again, but the Universe. She holds us so dear.

My starchildren and disciples of the Universe, Oh, how I've waited. I don't want to ramble, so here's what I've come to share with you. A new way of "worship." A new religion, though its name has not reached me in these teachings... yet, of course.

The first thing I wish to clarify is that anyone can speak directly to the Universe, I hold no special abilities. The moon, the sun, and every planet we can reach with our intention can hear us and they do respond. Things to remember: You may not ask for more than you deserve. Sometimes the answer is simply "No." Not for punishment, not because you haven't earned it, but because that is what's right. (Your emotions that follow are valid, forgive.)

A bed plate. To maintain even the smallest semblance of mental balance and self accountability, once the day is started, the first task (after hygiene if you prefer) is to make the bed and place a porcelain plate near the end. On this plate you can leave offerings, whatever you see fit to offer in exchange for what you ask. Alternatively, it can be a small altar to protect your place of rest. To sleep is so peaceful, yet so vulnerable. Protection in these compromised moments is paramount.

Acknowledgement and community aid to everyone from those less fortunate in our own towns to those burdened by silent genocides. We will scream until we drown in the blood of our torn vocal chords. Do not give more than you can. An empty cup cannot fill another.

"Prayer." A line from a song that I feel perfectly captures the embodiment, acknowledgement, and appreciation the Universe deserves. "There is no love like your love." Sing this to the skies. We do not seek to spread our message unless asked, we do not judge other belief systems, we cannot be deterred, we are thankful to only the Universe.

To be a Disciple, you mustn't ever shy away from the name. If you're ashamed of this title, let us dissect that and shed you of this barrier that burdens you with superficial "sin." You are not the opinions you predict in other's minds. You're safe and loved amongst your fellow Disciples and starchildren.

Ranks. Everyone, believers and non, are starchildren. You cannot shed yourself of this truth. It holds you even when you sob. A Disciple is someone who is active. Someone who shares their love for creation without boasting it into anyone's face. You can and should be as loud as you can, but only for you. We can not act above others before we've been elevated from the Earth.

I hope to be taught more. I hope to uncover new ranks. For now, as a founder of this scripture, I am Saint Lucille. I cherish my title and relinquish any ego or percieved power to the Universe. Thank you for sharing this joy and knowlege with me so that I may share it with others. I can only hope this reaches my starsiblings. I know you'll hear me. I know you'll understand this message and begin to hear her for yourself. She never wishes harm, she never guides to darkness. Allow her voice to fill your ears and relieve you of your intrusive thoughts.