QUANTUM HYPNOSIS: THE SOUL JOURNEY OF A COSMIC GUARDIAN AND THE DIALOGUE WITH THE SOURCE

QUANTUM HYPNOSIS: THE SOUL JOURNEY OF A COSMIC GUARDIAN AND THE DIALOGUE WITH THE SOURCE

This is the preceding chapter of our client’s soul journey, which directly inspires the song “Dialogue with the Source.” It beautifully illuminates why, in her current incarnation, she is exceptionally sensitive to energy and shares a profound, innate bond with the forest. Throughout this past-life regression, we encountered mystical cosmic entities that defied human language, so I named them based on my intuitive feelings. I hold a deep hope that future sessions will allow us to explore their world even further.

 

 

Our Cosmic Journey Begin

I perceive a dense, ancient forest enveloped in a thick blanket of mist, where luminous white figures float serenely through the air. Although it is daytime, the sky is simultaneously ablaze with shimmering stars, and the atmosphere feels incredibly crisp and pure. The trees are extraordinarily tall, growing perfectly straight toward the heavens without a single branch. I find myself flying. This celestial landscape feels profoundly familiar to my soul.

High up in the canopy of one of these towering trees sits a humble cottage woven from palm-like leaves. It is a modest, cozy dwelling with a simple wooden floor and primitive round bowls, suggesting someone resides here. The keeper of this treehouse looks like a creature straight out of an animated cartoon! ^^ They skillfully climb the trunk to reach their home. They are tiny beings, mirroring the whimsical characters I used to watch in cartoons. ^^ Nourishing themselves on leaves and wild fruits, they are short, plump, entirely hairless, and feature large, prominent ears and pronounced teeth. Dressed in simple garments crafted from tree bark, this particular being projects a masculine energy… and he smiles warmly at me.

Their home is devoid of a kitchen, and inside the wooden bowls is a glowing yellowish liquid they drink for sustenance. As I observe my own form… hahaha… my limbs are short, my skin is a vibrant green, and I look remarkably similar to him! I touch my ears and realize they are enormous… (laughs). The client giggles alongside me during the hypnotherapy session. (laughs). As I feel my ears, the skin feels distinctly rough and hairless; my face is intricately wrinkled, yet it radiates an undeniable youthfulness. The other being shares this wrinkled skin and forehead, paired with a large nose, wide eyes, elongated eyelashes, and prominent teeth. While I cannot discern my own gender in this form, the other entity feels deeply familiar to my soul. I simply sit and watch him eat, feeling no need for food myself.

Our Daily Life: We can leap to incredible heights! I jump from one massive tree to another—it is absolutely exhilarating. My body is small, roughly the size of a thermos, yet very chubby. We descend to the forest floor, bounding toward a pristine stream of brilliant blue water. We navigate behind the rushing waters, passing through a hidden waterfall to access a colossal subterranean cavern. The cave is breathtakingly beautiful, adorned with sharp, majestic stalactites, crystalline blue water, and countless sparkling embers of light. We are the protectors of this sacred sanctuary… and we wield magic. By simply raising my hand and projecting my thoughts, I seal the cave’s entrance. And then… oh, we can fly! Looking around the cavern, the sparkling lights are mesmerizing… Wow, each tiny ember is actually a sleeping sprite!

These forest sprites glow with a radiant yellow-orange aura. They possess four translucent wings, much like a dragonfly, with the most enchanting faces, each wearing a tiny crown. Looking closer, they are not identical clones; there are distinct males and females. I begin channeling my magic to nourish these sprites, helping them mature. I extend my hands and focus my energy… there are so many… wow, countless spirits sleeping within this massive cavern.

 

The Incarnation and Mission of Earth’s Guardian Angels

(How are these sprites born, and why are they gathered in this cavern?)

Originally, they manifest merely as microscopic specks of cosmic light. My companion and I then bestow upon them the capacity for consciousness and breathe life into them, expanding their energetic forms until they crystallize into physical sprites. We raise them, nurturing them with sacred energy; they are truly like our own cosmic children. My companion and I take turns meticulously inspecting every single spark of light containing a developing sprite. Once a sprite has fully matured, we cradle it in our hands, whispering its divine mission into its consciousness… and oh, we miss them terribly. The sprites weep, filled with profound sorrow at the thought of leaving us, yet they must depart to fulfill their destiny; they must descend “down there.”

(Where is “down there”?)

It is a world far, far away… a world they are destined to protect. These sprites will descend to Earth to accompany and guard human children. The exact moment a child is born, their designated sprite is already there, catching them when they stumble and soothing them to sleep. This guardian sprite accompanies the soul throughout their earthly journey… until the child no longer remembers them. Eventually, as humans grow, they forget these magical companions and cease to believe in them. It brings immense sorrow (Crying). I feel a deep wave of grief during the quantum healing hypnosis session as I watch those children forget my sprites (Crying)…

Yet, these loyal guardians still try their best to follow the child, even when the human can no longer perceive their presence. They remain steadfast beside them through adulthood and old age. When the human finally passes away, the sprite is still there… before dissolving into a cloud of golden stardust. These sprites possess highly individualized personalities and unique abilities; each sprite is bound to only one specific human soul.

(Do the sprites choose which babies they accompany?)

They all originate from my primordial intentions. I grant them the energetic frequency to perfectly match the specific child they are destined to guard. Children who maintain their purity often perceive and communicate with these sprites. Whether the sprite is male or female, children see them clearly until they lose their innocence, at which point the veil drops. Tragic situations occur when parents inadvertently place energetic seals or curses on their children; they don’t comprehend the spiritual damage, but it severely harms the guardian sprite. The sprites are forcibly separated from the children, leaving the young souls wounded early in life, allowing darkness to invade their energy fields.

When darkness infiltrates, the sprites can no longer draw near to soothe the child, causing the human to express intense anger, hatred, and dangerous impulses. The sprites fight desperately to reach them. If the parents do not spiritually intervene, the sprites will attempt to embrace the children in the astral plane, entering their dreams to comfort them.

During the session, I perceive one sprite completely trapped. The parents are Americans, and their actions have terrified the child. They aggressively told the child that fairies do not exist, claiming the child is mentally ill and hallucinating, while demanding the sprite stay away. I cannot comprehend why they act this way. The child is encased in a field of dense black light, their energy field completely torn apart. The sprite tries to heal the fracture but cannot connect or enter the child’s dreams to whisper that they are loved and protected. The sprite exhausts her power trying to mend this spiritual wound. The child’s energy field is entirely ruptured… Oh (voice trembling)… the child has committed suicide…

In the spirit realm, the child’s soul finally reunites with the sprite. The child tightly embraces her, crying that they always believed she was there, but during their physical life, the sprite simply could not pierce through the overwhelming density of the darkness.

A sinister dark force is actively attacking many children on Earth, surrounding them to sever their connection to the higher realms. This darkness is heavily fueled by televisions and smartphone frequencies. These technological waves are becoming increasingly dense, wrapping around children and tearing their energy fields apart. They become listless, unable to hear the subtle whispers of their sprites. Over time, the darkness thickens, further isolating them. Children raised in bustling cities, constantly exposed to these dense frequencies, lose their connection to the magical realms very early in life. Conversely, children in rural areas can maintain this cosmic connection, and some individuals preserve it even into old age.

(How do you observe all of this?)

Within my cosmic mind, I can perceive everything without limitation. I only need to know the exact moment a soul is scheduled to incarnate on Earth, and I will manifest a matching sprite. When the cosmic message arrives that the timing is right—though I am unsure who transmits it—the guidance is crystal clear. It is not conveyed through human language, but rather as an energetic blueprint stating that a child will be born with specific traits and requires a companion. I take that thought-form and co-create a sprite with the exact personality and power needed. I do not create them randomly; the blueprint I receive dictates the precise characteristics and abilities the sprite must embody.

(Can you intervene in their life on Earth once the sprites are with the children?)

No, I cannot intervene. I am permitted only to observe and transmit extra universal energy to the sprites, much like when I was raising them in the cavern.

The Collapse of an Era and the Return to The Source

Returning to the treehouse, I see it is an empty sanctuary with open windows, thatched with palm-like leaves—more like a spiritual rest camp than a permanent residence, situated near the stream and the sprite cavern.

Now, traveling to my actual home… I perceive a magnificent structure resembling a castle… oh, it is a white stone sanctuary surrounded by an ocean of vibrant flowers, nestled in a cozy meadow. Inside, there is a hearth-like view and a beautiful stringed instrument resembling a harp. It is a quaint, intimate home. I walk inside and see myself reading ancient books written in a beautifully crooked script, resembling Sanskrit or Thai. The floor is adorned with a red woven carpet, and the house is filled with these ancient manuscripts. It appears I reside here in solitude. The ceiling is extraordinarily beautiful and unique, swirling with multi-colored, brilliant lights. Outside, a breathtaking garden of flowers blooms.

(What do you look like at this moment?)

In this space, I appear as an old, short woman with large ears, a prominent nose, and a wide, gentle mouth. I look like my original green self, radiating an immense kindness. This form wears very simple garments, yet her entire being is enveloped in a brilliant, luminous aura. Interestingly, the green male entity from the treehouse is different from this old woman. His skin is green, and he wears a rustic skirt made of brown bark. I intuitively feel these two beings belong to entirely different cosmic species… they are completely distinct, yet they have been devoted companions for eons.

(Do they still visit the cavern to tend to the sprites in their old age?)

Yes, I can still see numerous sprites sleeping peacefully. These two guardians have grown exceptionally old; they have been here for so long that they no longer compute their age.

(Do they eventually dissolve or disappear?)

I witness the old woman peacefully reclining on a wooden boat, surrounded by an abundance of beautiful flowers. She appears incredibly ancient, draped in pure white robes. The vessel floats serenely down a shimmering, golden river. It looks as though she is merely sleeping, but I know she has passed away. Several beings approach; wielding sacred magic through wand-like instruments, they gently lift her body onto the boat. These beings share her facial features, yet they wear tall, cone-shaped green hats and their physical forms resemble what humans would call aliens. They wear no clothing, only these pyramid-shaped hats upon their heads; their skin is a light gray, paired with large, mesmerizing eyes. They look exactly like the extraterrestrial figures frequently seen on YouTube.

(What happened to the sprites in the cavern after the old woman passed away? Is anyone left to care for them?)

Oh… I see the sacred cavern has plunged into absolute darkness… Why is that? The cave is entirely black, devoid of any sparks of light—it is utterly vacant. I no longer see the green companion there. That loyal figure… is consumed by an overwhelming sorrow. He sits alone in a different, smaller cave, feeling profoundly miserable and heartbroken.

Suddenly, a massive wave of grief washes over me… so many souls have perished… it feels as though I am standing in a devastatingly mournful place, surrounded by death… uh… I believe I am on Earth, but the landscape is entirely desolate… oh, it is a catastrophic global flood. Wow, the cosmic entities are showing me this scene, and it is terrifying. Countless people have drowned, and the entire horizon is swallowed by water. The imagery looks incredibly ancient. The humans appear massive, far taller than the humans of today. Everything lies ruined, submerged in a boundless sea. I see lifeless bodies floating, completely destroyed, mirroring how my hometown looks during a severe flood, entirely consumed by water.

(What year did this event occur?)

… It occurred exactly 1,500,000 years ago…

That is precisely why the sacred cavern’s light was extinguished. And that is why the old woman passed away… because an entire earthly species had just been completely wiped out. The imagery of the old woman showed her energy being violently siphoned away; the collective trauma caused her to age instantly and pass away.

Ah, I am looking into a cosmic water basin now, and I can see the entire Earth submerged under water… Oh… I don’t know where this infinite deluge originated, but water covers everything, and I see millions of souls escaping… they manifest as tiny specks of white light, like clouds, ascending as they escape the physical plane.

(Why didn’t the green-skinned companion perish?)

I see him… he is incredibly old, frail, and shriveled, yet he does not die. He is just deeply lonely and heartbroken. He survived because the green-skinned species naturally belongs to the specific planet where the cavern is located. They are simply helpers anchored to their home planet. This smaller cave he is in is different from our original sprite cavern. His true nature… oh, he looks like a benevolent ogre from a cartoon.

(So, does every distinct species on Earth have a different guardian sprite?)

Yes, there is always a grand spiritual hierarchy. Someone is always in charge. One cosmic guardian is responsible for one specific planet and the unique species evolving upon it, tracking their path and protecting them.

 

Returning to The Source

(Where was the old woman originally born?)

Oh… she was individuated directly from… The Source… I cannot find human words to describe it… it is a magnificently bright, infinite ocean of light. I perceive an energy source resembling a colossal, brilliant lamp, but infinitely larger and warmer, radiating pure love. The old woman was birthed as a spark from this light.

Suddenly, a consciousness manifesting in a form resembling Jesus Christ appears. This being is entirely luminous, with golden hair, radiating a majestic halo. This divine consciousness co-created the old woman, emanating a profoundly warm, all-powerful energy. I see it clearly now… they created many celestial guardians just like her, not her alone. Ah… I see what happens after the old woman passed away—she transformed back into a brilliant golden speck of light and returned directly to this divine being. She merged seamlessly back into this magnificent consciousness, returning to the great light. The Source radiates infinite streams of light. Initially, there were no physical forms, just brilliant sparks of light, and from those sparks, unique souls like the old woman took shape before traveling across the universe.

Following this realization, I guided the client to merge fully into the old woman’s light speck, traveling back to dissolve into the grand, eternal light source… And there, we shared a deeply moving, loving Dialogue with the Source.

Once again… we are filled with boundless gratitude to be guided to these marvelous, universal truths.