11/30/2025
✨ YOU ARE LOOSED: FOR WHOM THE BELL TOLLS ✨
(final expanded version for Facebook — scripture → dream → collective)
We begin this morning with the words spoken in Luke 13:12:
“And when Jesus saw her, he called her to him, and said unto her,
Woman, thou art loosed from thine infirmity.”
These words are not symbolic today.
They’re not metaphor.
They’re not commentary.
They are a decree.
A release.
A command.
A bell ringing through the collective field.
Between 3 and 6 a.m., while fever pulled heat through my body and my voice thinned into silence, the dream came. I found myself in an airport — a threshold, a gateway, a place between lives. Security stopped me, not because I carried danger, but because my identity had shifted. I was mistaken for someone I no longer am. The instinct I carried — the “large cat” — was flagged because intuition and spiritual authority are no longer possible to hide. I crossed a street others told me I shouldn’t cross. I retrieved my “wallet,” the symbol of my true name. And I watched a plane leave without me — an old timeline departing, a path I was not meant to chase.
The dream was not mine alone.
It was a message on behalf of everyone walking this same threshold in their own lives.
A collective dream carried through one body.
Today is a 3-3-3 day, an 18 day, and a 5 day, meaning:
333 — mind, body, spirit aligning
18 — life returning, a long cycle completing
5 — freedom, movement, the breaking of old patterns
All three numbers announce the same truth:
the long cycle has ended.
The collective has been running from its own new beginning. Many have avoided opportunities that required becoming someone new, clinging to a familiar suffering simply because it was known. People repeated patterns, held onto identities formed from trauma, stayed in dynamics that drained them, and kept bending themselves around the expectations of others. But today, the collective stands at the point where staying bent is no longer possible.
The shift is unmistakable.
The past represents a life that became too small for the soul.
The present is the moment where the heart refuses to lie to itself.
And the future rises with strength — not force, but clarity.
The kind of strength that comes from remembering the self rather than performing it.
Marcus Aurelius said it cleanly:
“You have power over your mind—not outside events. Realize this, and you will find strength.”
And today, the collective remembers exactly where that power lives.
The field has been holding two timelines — the old pattern and the new identity — waiting for consciousness to collapse one into form. The dream revealed that collapse point. The old plane departed. The new path opens only when the self steps forward under the right name. This is the U-turn of the soul — the moment the inner compass realigns and destiny pulls itself back on track.
The collective is walking away from emotional stagnation, survival loops, inherited burdens, and identities shaped by pain rather than truth. And we are walking toward clarity, stability, inner grounding, forward movement, and alignment with who we were always meant to be. This is not escape. It is release. It is the moment the pain-body loses its hold, the moment the old narrative disintegrates because it cannot coexist with the new consciousness rising behind the eyes.
Eighteen years the woman in scripture was bent.
Eighteen — Chai — life.
Eighteen — the number of the pyramids — the geometry of rising.
Eighteen — completion before resurrection.
And today carries that exact spiritual signature:
what bent us cannot continue.
What held us down cannot move forward with us.
The long cycle — the psychological cycle, the spiritual cycle, the karmic cycle — is complete.
Life-force is returning.
Identity is re-forming.
The spine is straightening on the collective level.
What falls away now is not a loss.
It is divine subtraction.
It is the clearing required for the blueprint to reveal itself.
Underneath everything:
old chains are dissolving
new soul-tribe connections form
clarity sharpens like a blade
ancestral weight breaks
the new identity begins to breathe
the architecture of destiny begins to assemble itself
This is not destruction.
This is construction.
And the bell that tolls today is the bell of awakening.
Not for one person.
Not for one woman in a synagogue 2,000 years ago.
For everyone who can hear the call vibrating through their life right now.
You are loosed.
You are rising.
And the collective rises with you.