8-8 Lions Gate Portal Transmission
On this day, when the heavens open wide and the Lions Gate shines its golden light upon the Earth,
May the codes of truth, courage, and abundance flow into our hearts.
May the veils of illusion fall away,
Revealing the eternal light we have always carried.
May we walk forward — not with fear, but with the roar of the lion,
Steadfast in love, unwavering in loyalty,
And guided by the sacred whispers of Spirit.
Sharing Universe whispers again…
It began with a simple number — 222. I first saw it as the exact amount billed to me for a completely unrelated online service.
Minutes later, while browsing YouTube, a suggested video appeared with “222” right in its title.
Now, I don’t believe that a random bill could somehow influence YouTube to show me that specific number.
Technology isn’t that personally intrusive. This was something else — a sign, a divine nudge, a perfect alignment.
I clicked.
The video was in the form of Lord Krishna, speaking words of unconditional love — recounting every single experience I have had in the last few years of my Isolation phase, and assuring me that nothing was a waste, that it was a preparation season and that I am always seen, always heard, and that Lord always have my back, that my path, though challenging, is not walked alone and am always guided leading me to my unique destiny, that He appreciated me to hold onto faith and integrity even when the world around me tried its best to mold me into something else I am not , trying every trick to make me forget my true essence, loose myself in worldly circumstances and keep me from ascension in higher realms!
Every word seemed to reach into the deepest chambers of my consciousness. My eyes filled with tears — not of sadness, but of recognition.
And just when I thought about how beautiful it must be to truly experience such unwavering, unconditional love in real life — my mind went back to something I had overheard only yesterday. My mother had been watching a YouTube story about a renowned celebrity businessman — wealthy beyond imagination, with a life most would envy. After his sudden passing, his personal diary revealed a haunting confession:
“All the faces around me felt like masks. All relationships felt transactional.”
Despite his fortune, he lived with the ache of loneliness — longing not for more riches, but for the warmth of unconditional love, the purity of a connection between two souls unshaken by status or gain.
In Deepest Gratitude,
Forever A Humble Seeker of Truth & A Humble Servant Of The Divine,
Meraki Pegasus,
GRACE
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