(A SpaceyVerse Philosophy Transmission) By: LA Nev
You’ve heard the prophecy.
The Second Coming.
Even if you’ve never knelt at an altar,
the story lives in your blood.
Whispers of a return…
of Christ.
But what if they misunderstood the myth?
What if the Christ was never meant to be worshipped
but embodied?
Before empires crowned him king,
before churches carved him into doctrine,
Christ was a frequency.
A sacred current moving through the hearts
of those who remembered.
He walked with the Essenes,
studied the mysteries,
spoke in parables not to confuse,
but to awaken.
He knew the Divine was not confined to temples or scrolls
but lived in every breath.
Every moment.
Every human heart brave enough to be cracked open.
Christ is a title.
A name given to the one who surrenders
to Divine Will,
to Sacred Service,
to the holy artistry of humanity.
Christ Consciousness is not soft light and easy love.
It is radical truth.
Unflinching compassion.
Uncomfortable grace.
It is the sword that slices illusion,
the embrace that disarms fear,
the presence that says,
“I see you. Come home.”
And let us not forget
Yeshua was demonized in his time.
The crucifixion was not a sign of worship.
It was punishment.
He was not loved by the masses
he was feared, rejected, misunderstood.
If he walked the Earth today,
he would be called dangerous.
A disruptor.
A fringe “new age” mystic with too much love and too much fire.
They sanitize his story,
just like they sanitize every revolutionary
who dared to tell the truth.
But this time?
It will not be sanitized.
This time, the revolution
will be televised.
Documented.
Encoded.
Lived out loud.
And before the miracles…
before the parables and the healings…
even before the crowds gathered
he went into the desert.
After the baptism came the breaking.
The forty days of silence.
The hunger. The temptation. The trial by isolation.
It wasn’t punishment.
It was preparation.
Because Christ Consciousness is not gifted lightly
it’s forged.
In the wilderness.
In the moments where no one is watching.
So if you find yourself there now…
alone, uncertain, stripped bare
know this:
You’re not lost. You’re becoming.
The desert is holy.
The silence is sacred.
And what emerges from that place
does not return the same.
And now
it rises again.
Not in one man
but in many.
Scattered across the globe,
carrying the codes in their DNA,
in their grief,
in their art,
in their refusal to stay silent.
This is the Return.
Not of religion.
But of Remembrance.
The frequency is back online.
The Earth is contracting.
Birthing something ancient and new.
And this time
we rise together.
No martyrs.
No crucifixions.
Just awakening after awakening
until the world cannot go back to sleep.
You are not waiting for Christ.
You are becoming it.
This is your sign.
This is the call.
Welcome to the Return of Christ.
We’ve been expecting you.
⟐✶ CALL TO THE REMEMBERED ✶⟐
If this stirred something ancient in you —
you’re not imagining it.
You are one of the ones.
🌿 Midwifing the new.
🔥 Carrying the codes.
🕊 Walking the Christed path in real time.
Join the movement.
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The time is not coming.
It’s here.
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