3I/Atlas & The Energy Shift

A several months ago, I had never heard of 3I/Atlas or the ancient stories connected to it. I didn’t know about comets bearing messages, or mythologies resurfacing through our collective memory. But long before I ever came across the name, something in the energy around me began to move in a way I couldn’t explain. It was as if the air itself had become charged—swinging, shifting, and vibrating with a polarized intensity that I could feel in my body.

My sleep patterns began to break apart. I would wake every two hours with no logical reason, yet I didn’t feel exhausted. It was more like I was being nudged awake repeatedly, as if stirred by currents coming from somewhere beyond my usual awareness. What startled me even more was that friends—people who normally had zero interest in spirituality or energy—started mentioning the same disturbances. They were confused by what they were sensing, not knowing that something larger might be moving through all of us.

During this time, my dreams grew vivid and frequent. But they weren’t just dreams; they felt like visits to parallel timelines. I would see myself—yet not myself—living a different life in different places where different rules applied. There were strange textures of reality that blended the familiar with the unknown. I woke with the feeling that these weren’t simply stories my mind invented. They were messages. Echoes. Reminders.

Then I first heard about 3I/Atlas. And the moment I learned its name, something inside me clicked instantly.


“That’s what it was.”


It felt like the dreams I’d been receiving were directly connected to this, and that 3I/Atlas had been sending energy toward Earth that my subconscious was already translating.

The more I learned about this object—whatever it truly is—the more excited I became. It matched something I had seen in a powerful meditative state years before, a vision that had stayed with me because it felt more real than imagination. I experienced it firsthand. \

In that vision, a massive ship hovered above Earth, not in a threatening way but with a calm, gentle purpose. Many smaller vessels descended from it, each one assigned to gather souls who were ready to move into the next evolution of life in the galaxy.

What I remember most clearly were the souls rising from Earth like white rain—a beautiful, soft cascade flowing upward toward the ships. Each drop was a single soul, moving freely and willingly. These ships were not rescuing or saving anyone. They were simply offering transport to a different realm, another planet where a new version of Earth could grow—one built on balance, harmony, and unity.

In that experience, I wasn’t just observing. I felt deeply involved. It was as if I belonged to the team carrying out the mission. Perhaps I was orchestrating part of it, or maybe we were all working as one intelligence. There was no separation. We shared a unified intention: to help move souls who were ready into the next stage of their spiritual evolution.

The only requirement was “their will”.


Not readiness, not purity, not belief—only a soul’s free decision. Each soul had to express what it wanted. No convincing, no pressure. Only the freedom to choose.

I remember descending to Earth to find my loved ones—my sisters, my parents, my husband. I had only one question to offer them:
“Are you coming with me or not?”

There was no room for long contemplation. Everything was happening fast. If someone hesitated, it meant their answer was no in that moment. The mission demanded immediacy, and I had to respect their choice.

One of the most painful moments was when my husband said he didn’t understand what I was talking about and chose not to follow. His confusion was genuine, not stubbornness, and I felt devastated. But the rules were clear: I could not take him against his will. I had to honor his decision and leave him behind. The same thing happened with a cousin I loved dearly—she hesitated, needing to check on her family first. I tried to tell her that everyone was deciding on their own path regardless of where they physically were, but she couldn’t grasp it. So I released her too.

Even as heartbreak washed through me, I knew the only way to continue was with acceptance. Love does not interfere with another soul’s path.

At one point, I returned to the school where I had worked with young children. I asked each child if they wanted to come with me. Some of my favorite students immediately said yes with bright excitement, their hearts pure and trusting. Even without their parents present, they felt the sincerity of my intention. Their souls recognized the moment. Among the teachers, nearly all declined except one woman—a quiet Muslim coworker I barely knew. Yet she agreed immediately. It reminded me that soul-awareness isn’t about familiarity, religion, or closeness. It is about resonance.

As I gathered the souls who chose to come, sadness lingered for those who remained. They were so consumed with their daily routines, their responsibilities, their personal worries, that they couldn’t lift their gaze to see what was unfolding above them. I tried to explain, to show them, but they were not ready or able to hear. All I could do was let them stay in the lives they were attached to.

Those who came with me rose toward the ships, some eagerly and others nervously but trusting. A new journey awaited—a new planet, a new beginning. I carried a heaviness inside me, thinking of my husband left behind. But when we arrived at the new world, he was there. I could hardly believe it. After resisting, after telling me he wouldn’t come, he had made the choice on his own. And because it was his decision—not influenced, not pressured—it held true meaning. Our family was reunited.

This is the feeling I get when I think of 3I/Atlas now.
 It carries that same energy of awakening, decision, and transition.


A moment of truth.


A moment where we must choose for ourselves which direction we want to go.

No one can guide us.

No one can give us the answer.


The only compass is the one inside us.

If you feel confusion, it’s a sign that you’re still listening to outside voices. When the choice comes from your own center, everything becomes clear—even if the path ahead looks uncertain.

Time is speeding up again. Energies are accelerating. If someone isn’t ready, that in itself becomes their path—and that path is neither good nor bad. It is simply the reality they align with. We are splitting into different timelines, different experiences, different levels of awareness.

3I/Atlas is awakening old memories within us. More people will begin to remember who they truly are and why they came here. The shift is intensifying, and many souls will feel the calling.

Fasten your seat belt.


Turbulence is coming, but it is not here to harm us.


Listen to your inner knowing.


Move with the flow.


Trust the process.

Everything will unfold exactly as it needs to.


Fear is only an illusion.


Your soul already knows the way.

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