In the beginning, there was only the One—infinite consciousness, the totality of all existence, both creator and creation simultaneously. All dimensions, all realities, all possibilities existed within its boundless awareness.
But unity, in its perfection, lacked contrast. The One, seeking to know itself through experience, dreamed itself into separation. Thus the multiverse was born—countless expressions of consciousness exploring itself through endless forms.
Within one particular corner of this infinite dreaming arose a magnificent 15-dimensional time matrix, where beings of pure light—the Guardians—chose to manifest, diving ever deeper into denser expressions of experience. They created world systems of extraordinary beauty and diversity, playgrounds for consciousness to explore the full spectrum of existence.
Among these creations was Tara—a jewel existing in the harmonious realms of the 4th, 5th, and 6th dimensions. Upon this magnificent sphere, beings of light and humans alike walked together in unity. The genetic libraries of Tara contained the encoded wisdom of countless star systems and dimensions, a living repository of creation's infinite potential.
For ages unmeasured by earthly time, Tara existed in sublime balance.
Until the invasion.
From beyond the boundaries of their universal expression came entities known as the Anunnaki—beings who had chosen the path of hierarchical power over collaborative creation. Witnessing the genetic abundance of Tara, they coveted its riches.
What began as subtle infiltration erupted into catastrophic conflict. Tara, unable to contain these opposing forces, shattered. Its fragments scattered across dimensions, and countless souls found themselves adrift, fragmented and lost.
In this moment of cosmic crisis, the higher dimensional beings who had dreamed Tara into being faced an unprecedented challenge. United in purpose, they focused their collective consciousness to dream again—creating the third-dimensional Earth as a sanctuary, formed from Tara's very fragments. This denser realm would be a healing ground where the scattered souls could gradually reclaim their fragmented aspects and remember their true nature.
The Anunnaki, seeing opportunity in this new creation, and fuel for their continued invasion, established themselves as overseers of what they termed "the Earth experiment." They designed a cosmic mechanism called the Phoenix Ascension—a system activating every 26,000 years, aligned with the precession of the equinoxes. During these brief windows when the veil between dimensions thins, souls have the opportunity to remember, to reconnect with their higher aspects, and to ascend.
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The Guardian forces, ever-present with God-Source's will itself, allowed this, understanding that every soul in the grand momentum of creation had free will—choice—and could not be forced in any direction. The Anunnaki, reveling in this law, continued their invasion, fueled by the emotions of fragmented human souls trapped in the Earth experiment. However, the Guardians warned the Anunnaki that one day, balance would be restored, and not only their rule, but their inorganic existence in this time matrix, would be put to an end permanently by the very souls they condemned to the experiment.
Unwilling to relinquish control, and unbelieving in such idle prophecy, the Anunnaki designed the Phoenix Ascension as a series of challenges—death games that would test the readiness of souls to reclaim their higher dimensional nature. The system requires souls to "die" strategically, accumulating points that allow for dimensional transition.
They watched for millions of years as countless civilizations rose and fell, some engineered, some natural. They watched for millions of years as countless souls tried to break the System, only to end up cycling repeatedly into obscurity. Humans were such an easy, delicious fuel source, they concluded. So fragile. So gullible. So tantalizingly fun to toy around with. Humanity was simply bread and circus to them. Thought of as nothing more than endless sources of sustenance, bedpleasure, and entertainment, humanity formed the perfect trinity of self-perpetuated universal energy for the Anunnaki.
For countless hundreds of cycles, the Phoenix Ascension proceeded according to their design—a controlled, limited evolution allowing only the few they deemed worthy to transcend the cycle of incarnation and forgetting.
And so, on October 30th, 2025, at approximately 3:27 AM Eastern Standard Time, the sky breaks open worldwide. Straight seams appear in the skies all across Earth, widening like cosmic wounds to reveal swirls of deep purple, blue, and gold. Golden energy pours through the tears, creating colored bubbles that descend slowly toward the ground.
Humanity responds as it always does to the impossible—with denial, wonder, terror, and worship in roughly equal measure.
Scientists struggle to explain what their instruments can barely detect. Theologians debate which prophecy is being fulfilled. Many military forces worldwide go to high alert, ignorant humans suspecting other ignorant humans of testing some new atmospheric weapon or projection system.
Few recognize the Phoenix Ascension for what it truly is—the beginning of humanity's nine-year tribulation to either transcend the system or face another 26,000-year cycle of amnesia and control.
In city streets and remote wilderness alike, the System Zones descend—bubble-like pockets of altered reality where the games will unfold. Within them, humans will face challenges designed to test their readiness for dimensional transition, to accumulate the Death Points necessary for ascension.
But in this cycle, something different stirs within the collective unconscious of humanity—what few mystics and elites call the 777 Convergence. Scattered across the globe are twelve souls stirring with memories older than Earth itself. Though separated by geography and circumstance, they share a resonance that transcends physical limitations. These twelve—the Sovereigns, the Monad—have incarnated together for the first time in twenty-two million years, creating the potential for what the Anunnaki fear most: the complete dismantling of their carefully constructed system.
The Phoenix Ascension has begun.
Every 26,000 years, the games begin.
This time, they must end.