Understanding Morphogenetic Connectedness Now

We are all made of continuous pockets of energy that tend to exist: this is our quantum reality, which includes earth entities, other-worldly beings, our universe. Our entire plane of existence is a holograph transmitted from the highest plane of existence. This also means that our mind is a holograph of the highest plane of existence, which transmits our senses into our energy bodies. Our existence is an exact reflection of the highest consciousness.

We are all whole. There are no parts, because parts do not exist without the whole. Because we are one existence existing in the same quantum reality, what one “part” does in this reality affects all aspects of it, PAST, PRESENT, AND FUTURE- time is also interconnected. So on a smaller level, what one being in a species does, no matter where in the interconnected space and time, this affects the growth and behavior of the entire species. This is a superluminal connection, faster than the speed of light, because there is no separation of all space and all time, and it is called Mophogenetic Connectedness.

Conclusion: As long as one “entity” has the tendency to continuously raise it’s consciousness and improve it’s behaviors, the whole quantum reality is called to do the same.

Any thoughts?


  • Inspired by Hands of Light by Barbara Brennan.
  • Sarfatti, Jack, Psychoenergetic Systems.
  • Watson, Lyall, Lifetide: The Biology of Consciousness.
  • Bell’s Theorem.
  • Sheldrake, Rupert, A New Science of Life.
  • Quanta
  • Dr. David Bohm

In Praise of All

As my body melts away,

I am left only with

The faint sound

Of a heartbeat,

The only expression

Of human emotion in this

Godly state.

My self-expression

Lies in the collective

Golden energy of

All entities,

Earthly and outer-worldly.


I am allowed as much as

I am able to comprehend,

And with each ascension

I am to sacrifice another

Something or some-body

I once held close.

I am on a journey

To the end of existence.

With love as my guide and my master,

I learn that I have been and will

Always be perfection.

I give my tears, my fears and my

Gratituity for all that is within me

To the most high,

I and I.


Staring Out The Window

Summer heat in my stare,

Staining my panties with possession.

Who can I call to

Keep me company?

Last summer’s lover.

Breeding & hoarding

Memories to

Comfort my winter.

Like a blanket on rainy days,

And I giggle when I think

Of the look on his face.

He needed me too.

Marking my spot is my gift

To humanity.

Pleasure as a profession…

Looking for a professor,

And a profession.

I’m looking for another side

To the story,

But I hold my pride in my own arms again.


Instagtam: Kitara

Fearless Am I

I’ve been sleeping with doors and windows open,
Hearing the warm wind
Speak to me.
I enjoy late night conversations.
I sprawl on my bed,
Naked and needy,
Taking ownership of anything I can,
Turning my crowded room
Into a palace.
I say
“Goodnight king.”
When I close my eyes
I see lightbeings,
I see interactions
With childhood friends
And re-member the pieces
Of awkward moments.
Of eternal words and actions
Of relationships built on
I think
“You’ve made it, king.”
I smile and look outside.
It’s dark,
I’m safe.
I hug myself and float away,
Held by a chain,
Attempting comfort in an
Unending, underground
Existence of shadow-selves
And plastic faces.