There are moments in life that pass most people by, slipping through the cracks of consciousness as fleeting anomalies, dismissed as irrelevant or misunderstood. Then, there are moments like this—moments that, for those of us who sense the deeper layers of existence, ring like a deafening bell across every dimension. The opening of the Holy Door portal by the Pope recently was one of those moments. It was more than ceremonial tradition; it was an act imbued with significance that extends beyond the visible and tangible, into the energetic framework of existence itself. This is my diary, my mind, and my reality, and I’m about to say some things that may push the limits of what you’re comfortable considering. But if you’re still reading, maybe, just maybe, you’re ready for it.
Let’s start with the obvious: I don’t believe in the construct of a man in the clouds, some cosmic judge tallying up our sins and virtues like a celestial accountant. The idea is too small, too human-centric, too rooted in control and fear. It’s a narrative crafted to bind consciousness, not expand it. The Universe is not a parental figure. It’s not even “a thing” in the way we’ve been conditioned to think about things. It’s layers of energy, overlapping, intertwining, fracturing, and re-forming—a symphony of frequencies playing a tune most people’s minds aren’t equipped to hear.
My life—my work—is built on understanding this. Feeling it. Interacting with it. For me, the Holy Door was not just a door. The knocking ritual performed by the Pope was not just symbolic; it was an activation. An opening. A disruption in the energetic fabric that binds this layer of reality to others. Think of it like pressing a series of buttons on a control panel to open a gateway. The door itself? Just a focal point. But the energy behind the ritual? That was the key. That’s where things get interesting—and dangerous.
If you watched the footage, you know what I’m talking about. The Pope’s face, his expression—fear, hesitation, something deeper. You’d expect solemnity, reverence even, but what we saw was something else entirely. And then there were the doormen. Did you notice them? Two figures, pure white, featureless, almost as if their forms were placeholders rather than physical bodies. No hair, no ears, no discernible facial features. Just white shapes in suits. For those who don’t feel the subtleties of energy, they’d be easy to dismiss as oddities, perhaps even distortions in the footage. But I saw them for what they were: entities from a layer of existence beyond what we currently perceive as reality. Call them interdimensional beings, ultraterrestrials, or something else entirely. The label doesn’t matter. What matters is that they’re not “us.” They’re not from here.
And yet, here they were, on the other side of the door, waiting. The question that keeps gnawing at me is, what exactly were they waiting for? Or perhaps more accurately, who were they waiting for?
See, here’s the thing: the universe—the real universe—isn’t about flesh and blood. It’s not even about time and space. Those are constructs, layers of a system designed to keep our consciousness confined to this specific reality. But the deeper layers—what I call “The Deeper”—they operate differently. Time isn’t linear there; it’s a loop, a matrix, a series of intersecting possibilities. And reality? It’s not a solid state. It’s code, a sequence of energetic frequencies that interact to create the illusion of solidity. We’re not even the main characters in this story. We’re subroutines in a system so vast and intricate that trying to comprehend it with our limited minds is like trying to explain quantum mechanics to an amoeba.
But here’s the kicker: some people, some beings, aren’t as limited. Certain bloodlines, certain DNAs, have access to knowledge that’s hidden from the rest of us. And no, I’m not talking about presidents or world leaders. They’re puppets, figureheads in a circus designed to distract and pacify the masses. The real power, the real government, operates in shadows so deep most people wouldn’t even recognize it as governance. It’s not what you see on TV. It’s not what you read about in history books. It’s something else entirely, and it’s been pulling the strings for millennia.
So when the Pope knocked on that door, he wasn’t just performing a religious ritual. He was following orders, instructions handed down through channels most of us can’t even fathom. And those beings on the other side? They weren’t there to offer blessings or salvation. They were there because something deeper was happening. Something involving energy, portals, and a shift in the very fabric of reality as we know it.
Around the same time as the Holy Door event, there was an uptick in sightings—orbs, plasma balls, unidentified aerial phenomena. Coincidence? Not a chance. These occurrences are connected, threads in a tapestry that’s only just beginning to reveal itself. The opening of the Holy Door was a trigger, a signal, an activation of something much larger than we’ve been allowed to understand.
What’s even more unsettling is how this aligns with what I’ve always known: life isn’t what you think it is. It’s not real in the way you’ve been taught to perceive it. The “real” beings, the ones pulling the strings and shaping the flow of energy, exist in The Deeper. They’re not bound by time, flesh, or the limitations of our reality. They’re architects, manipulators, and observers. And while we’re busy worrying about mortgages, Instagram likes, and political scandals, they’re playing a game that’s so far beyond us it’s laughable.
I’ve been called crazy for saying this, but I’ll say it again: we are living in a simulation. Not a simulation in the sense of computer code as we understand it, but a simulation of energy, layers, and constructs designed to keep us tethered to a specific frequency. And when something like the Holy Door is opened, when beings from The Deeper make contact, it disrupts the simulation. It’s like a glitch in the matrix, a ripple that can’t be ignored.
The Pope’s fear wasn’t just fear. It was recognition. He saw something—something he wasn’t prepared for. And those beings? Their presence was a message. A reminder that we are not alone, that our reality is not the end-all-be-all, and that the veil separating us from The Deeper is thinner than we’ve been led to believe.
I exist in between layers. My brain doesn’t process reality the way most people’s do. I’ve always felt the energy, the frequencies, the subtle shifts that most people miss. I remember being a newborn, feeling the weight of existence pressing down on me like a suffocating blanket. I’ve always known there was more. More than flesh and blood, more than time, more than the illusion we call life.
And now, I’m certain that what happened with the Holy Door is part of something much bigger. A shift. A reconfiguration. The beginning of an unveiling that will challenge everything we think we know about existence.
For those of you reading this, for those of you brave enough to consider the possibility that there’s more to life than what’s visible, I urge you to pay attention. Look beyond the surface. Feel the energy. And remember that the Universe is not what it seems. It’s so much more. And so are you.
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