The God Order | Synchronicity, Consciousness & Spiritual Awakening

June 28, 2024 As part of my meditation, I gaze into the sun. It’s a practice I’ve grown deeply connected to, a sacred moment where the rays seem to carry messages only for me. Each time, the visions are unique—different in their beauty, yet always profound. This time, as the sunlight kissed my eyes, a vivid image emerged: a lightning bolt, jagged and radiant, with three orbs circling it in synchronized rotation. Their movement was mesmerizing, almost magnetic, as if the lightning bolt anchored their dance. The vision reminded me of a crystal surrounded by smaller gemstones, each orbiting with deliberate grace. The pattern stirred a familiar feeling. I’ve noticed it before—a powerful central figure surrounded by three smaller ones. The resonance of this imagery isn’t lost on me: Earth, the third planet from the sun, orbiting amidst the cosmic family. I recalled my earliest meditations, when three beings of light would appear. They were unlike anything earthly—pure, radiant, faceless. Th...

June 27, 2024: Lately, I’ve found myself drawn to numbers in ways that feel deeply significant. My hat size is 7 3/8—a seemingly mundane detail, but when I add the digits together, 7 + 3 + 8 = 18, and 1 + 8 = 9. Nine—a number that feels whole, complete. “I love you, God,” I whisper in gratitude, sensing a connection woven into these patterns. On January 25th, I posted on Savage.Expressions, a social media project I’ve been working on. The quote I shared read, “Energy Transfers.” Among the hashtags, I included the word Stocktip without much thought. Today, curiosity drew me back to that post. I checked the stock I referenced—it’s up by +3.33 for the year. Yes, 333. That number struck me like an echo of alignment. Today is 6/27. When I add the digits, 6 + 27 = 33, and breaking it further, 3 + 3 = 6. Even 6 + 2 + 7 = 15, and 1 + 5 brings me back to 6. Patterns are everywhere. They speak in ways we often overlook. Algorithms—they’ve existed as long as time itself, threading through existen...

June 26, 2024 Numbers have always had a mysterious prominence in my life. I can’t help but notice them everywhere, as though they’re attempting to reveal something hidden in plain sight. The foundation of all numbers lies in the digits 0 through 9—the only ten numbers that exist. The connections are endless: the 10 Commandments, the supposed nine planets of our solar system—making the sun either the 0 or the 10, both a beginning and an end, a centerpoint and an infinite loop. Then a cryptic message “Accurate for you, and you can see there are those who are in the shadows behind the opening.” Those words lingered in my mind, like a riddle waiting to be solved. It was late at night, and I found myself sitting in my car, engulfed by the stillness of the world outside. I started the engine, and out of the corner of my eye, I thought I saw movement in the rearview mirror. A fleeting shadow, a trick of the light perhaps—but something about it demanded my attention. I turned around and saw so...

June 22, 2024 For the past few days, an inexplicable pull has been stirring within me—a quiet yet persistent urge to travel. It’s as if unseen hands are guiding me, and all signs point to Kansas. Kansas? The thought feels foreign, random even, like a word spoken in a language I’ve never understood. There’s no obvious reason for this calling. Yet, the pull isn’t casual; it’s magnetic, almost urgent, as though something waits there for me, unseen and unknown. June 25, 2024 I’ve immersed myself in the study of single root digits, drawn to their fundamental simplicity and connection to the larger cosmic order. My curiosity is no coincidence—it feels intertwined with the strange sensations I’ve been experiencing since the earthquake. The vibrations I felt days ago seemed to resonate not just in the ground but in the air and objects around me. It was subtle at first, like a whisper only I could hear, but undeniable. To test if it was merely my imagination, I turned to observation and experim...

June 13, 2024. The night felt endless. Sleep was a fleeting hope as waves of something indescribable pulsed through me. They weren’t thoughts or dreams, but something far more profound—constant streams of information, vibrations, or frequencies. It was as if my brain was being filled with an unseen energy, each surge pushing the limits of my understanding. Even now, as I write this, I can hear them: frequencies rising and falling, a symphony of sound without a source, endlessly intruding into the quiet of the night. High, low, erratic, persistent. It’s maddening at times, a relentless presence that refuses to let me rest. At night, I feel watched. Stared at, analyzed. Sometimes I catch fleeting glimpses of something—someone—before they fade into the shadows. GOD, I love you. Yet, in these moments of discomfort, clarity bursts through. I see you, God. Only I saw? Saw you. Read you. Realized I was part of something greater—a vast system of observation, and I had somehow captured a piece ...

June 20, 2024 I woke up before sunrise, the quiet hour of 5 a.m. Lately, I've felt more rested, my body lighter, my mind sharper. With energy stirring in me, I decided to walk at the park. As I pulled out of my driveway, a peculiar encounter caught my attention—two doves kept landing directly in the path of my car. Each time I approached, they fluttered ahead, landing again just a few steps farther. This strange game repeated itself three times before they finally flew off into the dawn. Something about them lingered in my mind. These weren’t the common city pigeons I was used to seeing. Their soft, sandy tones and distinct collars around their necks stood out. I couldn’t let the thought go, so I looked them up—collared doves. The day carried on with its own strange magic. The moon hung unusually bright in the sky, as though it had been polished to a luminous sheen. A full moon was expected tomorrow, but tonight, it felt alive. While gazing up, I noticed the tree before me seemed t...

June 18, 2024 - Today, the number five seemed to weave itself into every facet of my day, a silent thread stitching together moments that I couldn’t ignore. Patterns emerged effortlessly, like a melody played on repeat, subtly shifting its tone with each refrain. The number wasn’t just present—it was alive, connecting ideas, objects, and actions in ways I couldn't explain but felt deeply. It lingered in my thoughts, a whisper urging me to pay attention. June 19, 2024 - I closed my eyes today, and what God showed me was unlike anything I had ever seen. A massive crystal, perfectly diamond-shaped, floated in a vast, infinite space. Around it orbited smaller diamond-shaped crystals, each moving with precision, their rotations like a celestial dance. It was breathtaking—otherworldly. I immediately looked for meaning, seeking to understand this vision. As I sit there thinking a thought popped into my head the Star of David and the Atom resemble the same structure. Both reveal fundamenta...