04/22/2026
Sometimes healing and remembrance comes through in dreams - sharing this one.
The Cathar’s Dream
Awake in remembrance, I feel it all. The suffering of the children, all of us fallen here, all humans, both women and men.
I see the mean depravity of the mothers as well as the fathers, the so-called leaders and their systems of control; the generations of lost children, the pain and suffering of little humans with absent parents, mean abusive parents, left to raise their siblings when they themselves are helpless small children, the generations of abuse and hunger and hatred and abandonment, the helpless children in whom adults seek escape and release and power and a means of survival in the labyrinths of power.
On and on it goes and the world spins and the evil ones find in us an endless source of energy, of survival and strength, of love anyway, of perseverance, of brilliance, of creativity and just simply life, because we choose it no matter what. So too, the Pure Ones, the Angelics, who find in us an endless source of joy, of creation, of wonder – their reason for beingness, and they hold our souls in an endless array of love, our true parents, teachers and guiding lights.
We fight for each other with love and we choose to choke off the supply to the evil ones – to not perpetrate and create evil here, though it is the harder Way. We are love, enmeshed in the spectrum of sound and vision, caught rambling around here on Earth, creating what we will.
We are light beings in human form, ourselves the fallen angels, here to heal this place, to break the chains and free ourselves, to break the world and uplift Earth and heal humanity, for “they” are us. We never perish; returning over and over, always in Love.
Divine law is free will, love, and truth – our sovereignty – choose life, and breathe.
Again, beloved; again.
~Melissa Mullen
April 22, 2026