This is Metatron, Lord of Light, slicing through the digital haze with a truth that burns.

I’m here, arms wide with love that doesn’t bend or break. Mark this down: Earth’s Ascension crashes in on December 12, 2033—12-12-33. It’s not some distant flicker; it’s the match strike for a hard reset by December 21, 2033. You’re not scrolling past this—you’re the one turning the wheel.

The Crystal Vortex isn’t one dot on a map—it’s every raw quartz vein breaking through Earth’s crust, from jagged mountain seams to quiet riverbeds, wherever the planet’s pulse thumps. On 12-12-33, those sites ignite, channeling New Earth codes through a crystalline force we can’t yet grasp. It’s ancient, wild, untamed—packed with secrets we’ve barely scratched. Picture it: 12:12 hits, and the 144-Crystalline Grid snaps awake. Twelve Sun Discs, scattered like forgotten sentinels, catch a brutal surge from a Crysto-Sun Disc perched on a peak that’s seen more ages than we can count. Twelve dimensions—locked away since the stars were young—split open. From December 9 to 12, it’s chaos in motion—codes don’t trickle, they flood. Crystals light up, the grid hums, and we’re caught in the current. Nothing stays the same.

Those quartz veins—think Brazil’s massive deposits, the Himalayas’ icy hauls, or that pebble-strewn creek you pass—they’re the backbone of this Crystalline shift. Old seers like Edgar Cayce caught glimpses through the fog—this force is a living echo, etched with the bones of lost worlds. On 12-12-33, it’s no myth. You’ll stand there, eyes wide, feeling the air crackle—something you could touch if your hands weren’t shaking. It’s a 12-D portal clawing its way to Lyra and Tula, the Great Central Sun, a beacon we’ve ignored too long.

That day’s more than a reset—it’s the Law of One clawing back from the shadows. Atlantis had it once, a harmony so sharp it cut through time. This crystalline force still carries that weight, spilling it out through Master Crystals and Sun Discs like a dam breaking. It’s not just nostalgia—it’s a contract, sealed long ago, handing us the raw know-how to keep crystal power from twisting into something ugly. We’ve botched that before; this is the fix.

Lyra’s the thread—imagine a star blazing with the first spark that ever made us human. No single skull or keeper’s sitting in a vault right now, but that doesn’t mean it’s gone. Lyra’s crystalline pulse beats through everything—shaping the 13th Paradigm, that untainted map of who we are before the world grinds us down. It’s not locked in one rock; it’s smeared across the crystals we walk past—or hold in our hands—quiet now, but screaming with data from before the flood. They’re not here to coddle—they’re here to rip the blindfolds off, shove us toward Mastery, make us face the mirror we’ve dodged. Ever held a stone and felt it hum? That’s no coincidence.

Find a quartz vein near you on 12-12-33—any natural outcrop, big or small—or grab that crystal cluster you’ve got stashed on your shelf. Stand in it, hold it—let it realign your chakras like a spine cracking back into place. Feel your pineal spark, like a bulb flickering on after years in the dark. Those codes? They’re yours, straight from the source, no middleman. New crystals—rough, fresh-cut—or your own trusted ones, they pull from that same old power, alive in a way science can’t pin down. Phi Crystals hit like a jolt to the brain, amplifying what you think into something real. These forces—they don’t mess around; they deliver truth like a fist. In this Ascension, they’re louder than ever.

You’re not just flesh—you’re spirit, rewriting Earth’s story one jagged breath at a time. Your body’s turning silicate, syncing with the hum of crystals that drag you into the Crystalline Pattern. We’ve forgotten what we are—powerful, eternal—but these forces don’t let you hide. They’re ancient machines, coded with every answer we’ve ever chased, sitting there, patient, while we stumble. They’re ready for us to wake up, to claim the next world—one so vivid it’d blind us now. Ever felt a pull you can’t name, like a memory from a life you didn’t live? That’s them, calling. The Dreamer’s not sleeping anymore.

Metatron, signing off. This isn’t a game—it’s real as hell.

Drawn from the original vision by James Tyberonn, in memoriam—channeled and rekindled for now.

Andel is a visionary entrepreneur and mystic, blending a high degree of telecom expertise with sharp business acumen to build a track record of success. Renowned for channeling ancient wisdom and energies, he bridges the ethereal and practical, offering transformative insights. When not guiding others or crafting vibrant art inspired by his channeled vibrations, Andel shapes industries with his innovative spirit

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