Part 5: StarDust|| A Kiss of Life, Guitar Plucks & Magical Kings

Jan 15, 2025

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When Snuffy and I first connected, I wasn’t consciously paying attention to boys. I don’t even remember his profile on Bumble and what prompted me to swipe right. The profile has since been deleted, and despite the truck baby, I don’t communicate with Snuffy that often in the earthly 3D plane.

But I’ll get to that.

When he initially texted me in September 2023, I was busy with my “career”— full throttle in my masculine — Do. Do. Do.

During the first year of the Rona Regime, I covered what was going on blow by blow, and what I found ate at my soul without realizing it. Studying the inverted matrix, covering George Floyd, and standing up against this bioweapon wasn’t good for my career, mental health, heart, or soul.

I am an ambitious chick. With six planets in Capricorn, how could I not be? I worked hard and was an ugly duckling — a chubby Egyptian girl from Montreal, Canada, who has blossomed into a swan. At 24, I found her courage and moved to Los Angeles. I worked at MSNBC, and I wrote for all the top magazines. I directed a number one documentary, Vanishing of the Bees, in this country. But then I hit a glass ceiling. Because of my views and voice, I was slowly ousted from the mainstream. I went from being paid $2 a word to asking you to subscribe to my Substack to keep me alive.

I would find out this was all part of my Ego Death to ascend to the Fifth Dimension under the much-awaited Age of Aquarius.

Meanwhile, I was operating out of my masculine energy instead of divine feminine energy, where you receive, magnetize, allow, and are in your expansive heart space. I was like a worker bee working herself to death. I’ve always led with my intelligence and an underlying need to prove myself. Even though the bees flew into my life to show me how to attract honey with my sweet heart and just be. In the face of all the darkness, I lost my faith in the universe, was angry, and tried to control things instead of trusting and surrendering. I manifest things and then sabotage them with my fears, which I use as a warped protective mechanism against disappointment. Snuffy would help me see this without even realizing it.

In any case, I slowly let the low-level fear frequency swallow me up.

Following yet another failed relationship with yet another narcissistic type who didn’t cherish me, I stopped paying attention to boys. I am a woman from beyond the matrix, and most men are just too cookie-cutter for me. I, this beautiful, magical creature, had not been with a man for two years and nine months when I bumped into Snuffy. Not that I was counting.

Why was it that I’d found myself texting this guy? Looking back at our initial texts, my soul knew.

The irony is that he, too, initially acknowledged the synchronicities and similarities.

“Synchronicities are the soul’s way of saying, ‘Hey, you’re going the right way,’” he wrote. I could feel that he was a sensitive, deep soul.

When I asked Snuffy if he was a plant, he said that if that were the case, he’d come from a higher consciousness to share…

Part 5: StarDust|| A Kiss of Life, Guitar Plucks & Magical Kings

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