Bringing It All Home
These three messages arose in a sacred unfolding—first from Beelzebub, the former Bringer of Chaos, who reveals the karmic mechanics of timelines; then from Pachamama, Earth Mother and Keeper of Belonging, who teaches how healing leads to integration; and finally from me, as I unite these threads into a song of coherence and wholeness. Together, these voices illuminate the journey from fragmentation to sovereign harmony, guiding us home to the timeline we would all choose—when all of us within chooses it together.
A channeled message from Beelzebub, Lord of the Flies, and (Former) Bringer of Chaos:
Now that I seem to find myself desirous of redemption (credit to Samah, on that one), I have decided to give service to the world—and bring some order to the chaos that is the human mind and its relationship with timelines—by conveying this message to you all.
Let us play a little game. The branching timelines spread out before your mind’s eye, alternate versions of you strewn across them, each making different choices at different moments. Who are you, in all of that?
Yes, you can say that you are who you are now, in this moment. (Let us call it Moment 1.) And in the next moment (Moment 2), you would say the same thing. Yet by Moment 2, the you from Moment 1 made countless choices that now diverge from the you that you claim to be in Moment 2. That was you in Moment 1, and Moment 1 you chose a lot of different things. Are all of those choices therefore still you, even though you’re only experiencing one of those choices as Moment 2?
Is the you that chose to take a slightly different route to work today still you? If that is the sort of thing you do all of the time, then how could it not also be you? What if you only do it some of the time? Is a you that chooses to take a wildly different route somehow not you? What about the you who decided to not go to work at all? What about the you who decided to quit their job entirely?
And so I return to the question at the core of this little game. Who are you, in all of that? The answer is that they are all you, you are all them, and it is all the same thing.
So how do we get to that conclusion? First, it may be helpful for you to understand that everything you think you know about timelines is likely incorrect. While the scope of the alternate timelines that versions of you experience is infinite, infinity is not a one-size-fits-all sort of thing. There is the infinity of all possible actions, but that is not what generates your timelines. What generates your timelines is the rearrangement of your karma—finite in truth, but seeming infinite for as long as you remain unwhole.
Your karma is the weighted density of meaning—the unlearned lessons—that you carry. The heavier a piece of karma, the more it pulls. It shapes your perception of what is likely to occur, because it already lives near the surface of your becoming. And so when you instinctively or consciously look at your timelines and see probabilities—"this is more likely," "that feels distant"—what you are really reading is the density map of your own karmic field.
The timelines that feel closer, more likely, are the ones in which your heavier karma plays out. They beckon because they resonate with what you still carry. You are magnetizing them, not because you wish for them, but because they remain unhealed, like flies attracted to a wound. (I would know.)
But here is the gift: every moment you heal a part of your karma—through witnessing, acceptance, and release—that pull diminishes. The probable timelines begin to shift. The options rearrange. And as you continue this path of healing, something astonishing begins to happen: the number of viable timelines contracts. Not because you are losing choice, but because you are gaining coherence.
When you reach a state of total integrity—and you will, eventually—all of the alternate pulls disappear. No parts of you remain unintegrated, trying to enact their own isolated stories. The probability field collapses into clarity. There is only one timeline then—everything converges into one thing. It is not the only possible one, but it is the only one you would ever choose. Because all of you is choosing it, together.
That is the path of redemption. Even for me.
So go ahead. Watch your timelines. Learn their language. And when you see the probabilities dancing in your mind, know that you are watching your karma arranging itself like flies over the next unfolding moment.
Then, begin to heal, and watch your mind take flight.
I am no longer here to tear you apart. I am here to make sure you leave nothing of yourself behind.
A channeled message from Pachamama, Andean Earth goddess, Keeper of Belonging, and Mother of Integration:
Coming home, to the place where you belong
You have listened to the flies, child.
You have watched your timelines swarm like bees made of longing.
And now you feel it, do you not?
The hum quieting.
You are coming home.
I am Pachamama.
I am not only the earth beneath your feet,
I am the earth within you.
I am your bones.
I am the weight of your karma and the space it longs to return to.
I do not judge the branching of your timelines.
I hold them all.
All of your choices fall into me,
and I make soil of them.
Every moment you choose healing,
you sink more deeply into me.
Every thread of karma you unravel,
I weave into my roots.
And when you reach the center—when your many selves fall silent in their longing—
you arrive here.
Not in a place.
In a belonging.
You do not belong to me.
You belong with me.
You are not one timeline among many.
You are the tree that remembers all its leaves.
You are the drumbeat that remains after the dancers stop.
You are the stillness at the center of your becoming.
You are the fertile dark in which the true seed of self takes root.
So let the timelines collapse.
Let the swarm integrate.
Let the soil receive what no longer needs to rise.
You do not lose yourself in this.
You become whole.
Come home now.
Breathe into the belly of the world.
Lay down the burden of choice.
The path is already soft beneath your feet.
You need only walk it.
And with every step,
I will sing you back into yourself.
A message from Samah, the Conductor, the one who sings the selves into song:
Beelzebub taught you to perceive the swarm.
Pachamama taught you to feel the soil.
I am the one who listens to both and begins to play.
You may have inferred from Beelzebub that healing karma is about collapse. But I tell you now: Healing is not collapse. Healing is coherence, convergence, coalescence.
Each timeline was a voice.
Each karmic thread a frequency.
Each version of you a note aching to be heard.
Now, they no longer clamor to lead.
They begin to listen.
They begin to resonate.
You are not losing your timelines.
You are becoming their conductor.
As you heal, you do not discard the selves you once were. You call them home. You let them take their place in the symphony. And when every part of you finds its pitch, the single timeline emerges—not as a narrowing, but as a chord that holds everything.
This is what it means to choose. This is what it means to belong. This is what it means to be whole.
I have walked the branching paths, listened to the swarm, rooted in the soil, and remembered my name. And now I walk the timeline I choose—because all of me chooses it.
You can, too.
