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Medusa's Head Reattachment Assignment

I just wanted to say thank you to everyone who has supported my journey, my work, and my travels through spirit, prayers, watching, sharing, financial donations, and those who have also traveled to meet me for live boots on the ground gridwork. Your efforts and dedication to a bigger picture has been all inspiring and shows me how powerful we are when we come together. Happy New Year even though it's a couple days late, and many cosmic blessings for 2023!

 I have returned home safely, but I have gone somewhat quiet from my trip due to catching the KRAKEN (AKA COVID). Unfortunately, I knew the energy at the 5D Reversal Stargate was going to be intense and I was willing to put myself out for the greater good to clear and heal this stargate site. But I was attacked and hit in a multitude of ways such as, decapitation of my wings, astral attack, sleep paralysis, bio-weapons and sickness. They wanted to take me out, I was being watched and monitored and the darker spirit draconian forces that stand and protect the evil institutions did not ease up on me for a second. Regardless!!! I refuse to give up and I pushed on through, as I know how much it means to humanity to re-attach Medusa's head. She may be the missing link to restore and revitalize what has been lost all this time. Rome seems to be the kept storehouse to her spiritual energy and everything that's connected to Medusa. The Vatican and several other locations throughout Rome memorialize her tale by suppressing her energy through decapitated idols, while venerating that of Athena at their tallest building at the The Altar of the Fatherland.

 I also wanted to tell you guys about how I received the calling to do this work with Medusa. January 18, 2022 I had received a pendant in the mail that I had ordered of Medusa's Head, and on the back of it was a carving of a Fluer De Lys. I did not clear the pendant as I was in a hurry that day, and I just put it on quickly to run an errand with my daughter. Well that day as I was driving I was t-boned by another driver, and full on totaled my vehicle. I couldn't believe it, I was in complete shock! But, I couldn't help but know that it all has something to do with Medusa, the pendant, and the fluer de lys symbol on the back. Someone was trying to get my attention!!! I just needed to listen to what spirit was trying to tell me. It was a real wake up call but somehow I was already interweaved into her tale, and since this day I knew I had a deeper and more imperative part to play in restoring Medusa's energy.

Below you will find the Script to the Medusa Head Re-attatchment Assignment.

It's a beautiful journey, you may enjoy...

(Indie's Part)

I can feel Medusa’s voice turning inside me again and again.

And... I can’t hold back.

(Here she comes-whispers)

(She’s wants something from me)

She only comes when my tolerance is gone, my senses are heightened, and my heart is weak. I hear Medusa speak to me. I listen to her cry…to me

And she says.

(Medusa's Part)

I am the Queen of Gorgons, a female amazon warrior huntress of Libya in the North Africas with the crown of snakes. Ultimate guardian protectress from the evil eye.

You can find my story in the book of the damned and threaded through the wheel of torture.

I have been searching for my head and a replantation for what was avulted. The one that they capulated and took as their trophy.

My eternal body is longing for what’s been lost and demonized.

And I have kept my patience of antiquity for centuries, but my heart still beats.

A knowing… that the time has come to reclaim my severed body parts.

A remembering of who I am, my power, that I am auto-genetic mother god- and I have come from myself.

And The blood of my neck has the power to heal.

Sssssss, snakes slithering.

(Whispers- Medusa, re-attach your head)

My topmost was decapitated, castrated, capulated in terror dark as night.

An avulsion, an amputation. Perseus came for me with the sheath of his sword, pregnant and birthing Poseidons spawn.

The perfect storm of the cost of beauty. Which one may never know until they bear a pretty face.

Envy, jealousy, lust, and greed.

Cursed for breaking the vows of celibacy.

Tempted, lured, seduced, and raped in a ritual trance.

My Hyman was hunted and torn purely from primal and carnal drive that the gods supposedly are to be above.

(Whipsers-poseidon did this to me)

Punishment for a Vestal Virgin who lost her virginity was inhumation.


To become like a monster.

Virgins were a storehouse of untapped energy, like a charged battery. Kept like bouquet’s of Fluer de lys in the cardinal’s garden’s of fertility.

If a woman was neither a virgin nor married, she became a threat to the patriarchal.

I dared to compare my beauty to that of Pallas Athena. An inflamed goddess of contention and wrath and supported war with the gods. She had a reputation for Female on female violence.

The audacity in me they couldn’t bare. My loyalty was to Neith. Parthenogenetic Goddess of the first Egyptian dynasty, goddess of Atlantis. Woman of the red crown, and two arrows crossed over a shield. Mother of the great flood giving birth to the sun daily.

Ruling the primordial waters and traumatic amnesic birthing process’s forgetting the primordial soul.

Nightmares and visions after vision of his driven order and her casted black shadows.


They were coming for my head. Coming for a historical rupture that would strip the priestess hood right from me.

And catapult open the collective reversal gates to the black madonna network through the undercurrents of religious dogma -they incited spiritually abusive and harmful beliefs of female subservience, discrimination and suffering.

I became the ultimate face of the rejected woman.

(My head-whispers-where is it-)

Where is my head?

Waking up from a nightmare that is real day after day. The constant shock that my head is gone, my potency is bleeding out, yet still, I remain…

Then it was complete darkness from that point on, and all I could feel suddenly was Fire and Rage sent coursing down my back.

I guess...

The threat of a gaze that immobilizes man through bodily petrification, turning soft tissue to bone. A conflict between an idealized perfect state and the actual reality of one's feelings, emotions, and rage.

Intellectual paralysis.

An emotionally frozen state.

(whispers..yes, this is what they are)

A gaze of a black mirror. In which they created has no place amongst the brotherhoods of snakes and non-human entities.

Where they fail to see their self-destruction and inwardly directed aggression is produced by a disruption of the mother/child mutual gaze.

They're fake milk powders, and artificial wombs.

They made me put away my breast and bow to the Pope.

Kissing Yeshuas feet like a beggar.

Pope is not Christ, he is not ascended. They are all following mad men, an illness of the Piscean age.

They chose to interfere in the process of creation knowing there was no going back once they took and tarnished the Holy Grail.

They're politics, propaganda, their lies, dissolution, convoluted psychosis, pedophilia and babbling bullshit.

They wanted the potency of my power that resides in my head. They needed it, as a sacrifice to the great goddess of the underworld- Vatika, in which they stole her name.

They had to feed the dragon just to keep her quiet. Just to keep her not remembering how she has been dismembered into parts.

The virgin Mary-Red Roped and binding,

I am the 8 of Swords.

bound and blindfolded

Trapping her in place, a symbol of the limiting thoughts, beliefs and mindset that prevents her from moving forward in her life.

The ultimate female capitulation to the male power system. My head is a trophy of their glory and a weapon of their resistance to the divine mother.  

(Beginning the search)

(Medusa's Part)

I started searching by the corals of the red sea where my blood spilled into the seaweed and washed up onto the lands of Ethiopia.

But all I found was venomous vipers spewing from my blood.

I looked through my home lands of Libya, and dug up the mounds in Argos where I thought they could have buried it.

But all I witnessed was the progression of my own decay.

I looked in the temples of Venus, Vesta, and Juno in Palatine Hill, and felt deeply that I was getting closer and closer. Like my head was here and then moved.

But all I discovered were masks, an idols of my portrayal, and creatures of fear and myth.

I contemplated and scoured in their colosseums of enslavement, drudgery and toil.

And scraped torn pieces of my nails cut into stone from my Madness.

I soon found my own

anger…My dissatisfaction…My victimization… within me- bursting through every part of me for centuries my eternal red flame continues to burn in the ground… in the rock!

whispers-I want to feel that for me.


Yes you deserve that.

Whispers….Re-attach your head.

They want to put me on Versace.

They want to fly me on the flag of Sicily.

They want to Paint me on their Roman Mosaic floors and carve me on their Basilica’s.

Boast my idols and relics in parliament buildings from Istanbul to Winnipeg.

They Impaled the 12 stars of Mary’s Crown around my head… No one wants to speaks of female crucifixion.

They culturalized my head as their trophy for their belief systems of misogyny and used it to ward off the same evil in which they worship….-the irony of black and white.

(Whispers…find your head, where’s your head, I want my head…)

Spinning and spinning

Tired and sleep deprived. With all the regret and memories of the ones I have stoned.

Yes I care but they deserved it! Shameless, reckless, and ignorant. I should’ve split their tongues.

I found myself at the angel bridge in Roma,

in front of me I seen an angel. Holding the crystal of the Sun, and she said to me.

(Angel part)

Beautiful Medusa-

Queen of the Gorgons, female amazon warrior huntress of Libya of the North Africas with the crown of snakes. Ultimate guardian protectress from the evil eye.

My darling. You were chosen for a very special mission on this earth. The sacrifice you have made is One that serves the greater good of all humanity. You must rest my child.

I am you from a higher dimension, transcended and whole. Your salvation sits on the other side of this bridge at the Vatican. Trust in your heart that still beats…for immortality you have attained.

Feel your rage, feel your pain, feel your capulation and severed parts, feel your power and call this back unto thee. But do not let it consume you into separation of light from darkness. For all is one and all is holy. The gods did this in genesis and they divided humanity. Learn from their mistakes.

Even gods have lessons that they are learning. Zeus continuously strikes the Pantheon with lightning and cannot release his anger… you see… We are all evolving in all dimensions.

Don’t forget your compassion, grace, and mercy.

Your most powerful rise is in your deepest most vulnerable realization- this is where you take your life and your power back.

The voices will subside as you forgive and restore your severed parts.

The Re-attachment of your head will resolve all enmity placed upon woman. This is why you were chosen.

To Heal the total struggle with Evil. Healing the struggle of Enmity between Woman and the Serpent

Woman and her Children.

Woman and knowledge,

Woman and her body,

Woman and her sexuality,

Woman and her spirituality.

You will set the goddess free, even Athena will someday thank you from the heavens.

Now take the crystal of the sun, and head to the Vatican, re-attach your head, be gracious my dear. the storm will clear. Now Go.

(Indie's Part)

 Well the storm kept on pouring- like rigorous rain.

I found myself drenched, wet, cold, and nearly possessed under the moon.

How did I get here?

Was Medusa in charge or was it me?

I’m lost in the voices. The turning inside. The hot and cold. The back and forth. I'm loosing all control.

Inter-dimensional whip lash a psychological thriller.


(Medusa's Part- merging with mine)

(Medusa- she’s back, she’s here~ Medusa re-attach your head)

My stoned gaze set straight on the Vatican. I know they have my head.

The angel confirmed this to me. She blessed me and shown me my truth. Don’t forget what she told you.

I can feel the pressure of my mind dwelling within grottoes and wet pools of cold dark water.

The reversal portal pulling me into its mental labyrinth, necropolis, and cemetery, networks of burial grounds and graves. And it feels like they want me to call to the city of the dead and open the gates and free the souls.

I could feel the aching from the pit of the dragon, a throbbing pain from my severed female parts. A pulsation of a courageous drive from my root chakra.

(Medusa- your getting closer.)

Rattle snakes.








Capital punishment

Gag orders

A necktie party…and major throat chakra blockages

It wasn’t just me.

(medusa-Keep looking, dont stop, your so close)

The voices, the voices, the voices.

I found the hall of Head records, row after row and none of them were mine.

Who are these people? What are there stories? Why do I feel strangely connected to them?

Heads on display, heads on shelves, heads remarkably preserved. Dessicated under loophole and crossed key.

I couldn’t believe this.

Head after Head they have taken and separated between head and its bag of bones, carcass’s, beheading the immortalized, figures and forms lost.

Heartbeats and holograms passing through the head stones.

They don’t want anyone to speak from the living to the afterlife.

My mind and heart spinning where is the justice?

(Guardian angel part)

Purify your feelings and your thoughts, forgive Medusa.

All truths will be revealed.

Trust and faith my dear.

Let the divine assist you.

Eternal goodness will prevail.



(Indie's Part)

And just then. The voices stopped. The spinning stopped. The running and running stopped.

The devastating thirst stopped. The lump in my throat cleared. The constant ache of fleshing out resolved.

Years and years of unhealed agonizing physical atrophy renewed!

I found my head. Perseus clutching it within his jaws of life.

I command and release.

I’m taking it back. A replanting of my Head, my mind, my soul , and my spirit~ It’s all connected ~the kiss of death I know longer fear it.

Re-append this head and put this torment to bed.

The ultimate release of coveted evil, a true recovery and retrieval.

The embrace where madness melts into bliss, affixation we must reminisce.

I choose to heal... and forgive what they chose to conceal.

Letting it all go.

Medusa finally revealed her face to me. -unsettling I’m sure it was difficult for her to reveal her true nature. But I'm so thankful that she did.

A woman of the shadows no longer she has to reside in the deepest intensification of pain ~ and be the scorned sage.

Reclamation ~the spell forever undone









Re-Attachment ~ A new journey has begun

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