The Remembering: Exploring soul memory, past life resonance, and the molecular veil.
The Places That Remember Us
For many walking this sacred path, there comes a moment when a land calls not just to the senses, but to the soul.
For me, it began with a tremble, a knowing without proof. A landscape that whispered a name I didn’t know I carried. A place where memory didn’t just arrive, it awakened.
It was in Santa Fe that I felt it first. A memory hiding within my body, echoing through time. As a child in the UK, I had written of this place in a school essay. I believed it to be fiction: the plaza, the bracelets, the Native elders. But decades later, I saw clearly, this was not imagination. It was memory speaking through me.
Santa Fe had started something.
The land called like an old friend whispering through my bones. The red soil, the desert wind, the architecture of Earth itself, all of it conspired to activate something long-sleeping. The tremor inside my breath, bones, and body was real. It called my attention inward and asked me to remember.
We arrived in Crestone, Colorado and the remembering deepened. The high peaks of the mountains resonated a frequency so palpable I could feel its vibration through my entire being. As the stars came out, the silent basin of sky and stone became the altar, patiently waiting for me to reach the still point of dreamtime.
Fires lit themselves in memory. Songs rose, not from the mouth, but from the marrow. The Earth spoke to me like it sings to its own children.
I did not see a past life. I became it. Not just in memory, in full recognition.
There, in stillness and ceremony, I began to feel another version of myself rise.
The Woven Message
Many now are feeling what once stirred within me:
A sudden wave of knowing.
Memories unmoored from time.
Tears that rise without a story.
A homesickness for lands never visited, yet deeply remembered.
Dreams arrive like lived moments.
Coincidences spiral inward, pointing to something ancient. We are called to places our hearts have always known, even when our feet touch them for the very first time.
This remembering is not accidental. It is sacred design.
Our souls agreed to carry wisdom through lifetimes, encoded within the quiet chambers of our being. Now, in this moment of awakening, that wisdom stirs, like seeds in the apple’s heart, each held in a five-pointed star, containing the memory of the tree: its root, its fruit, and the image of what it will become. Past, present, and future, all nested within us. All ready to be remembered.
The Molecular Veil: A Gate of Soul Memory
Within the human brain, the seat of physical memory lies not just in neurons but in the biochemical signals that support long-term recall. Scientists have identified molecules such as protein kinase M zeta (PKMζ) as crucial to sustaining memory.
Yet beneath this scientific layer lies a subtler design: certain molecular pathways are ‘inert’ at birth. A veil exists, closing the gate of memory to protect the soul’s immersion in this new life.
This forgetting is not a flaw. It is a divine grace.
It allows the soul to fully inhabit this life’s experience, to grow through contrast, and to choose remembering as a sacred act of will.
But now, in these shifting times, children are arriving with the veil thinned, or even wide open. They remember. They speak of other lives, of where they were before, of why they chose this body and this family. These are not fantasies. They are resonant truths, echoing across lifetimes.
Many of these children carry an active remembrance in their circuitry, within their Lightbody. A genetic and spiritual readiness to live in continuity of soul.
The remembering is no longer rare. It is becoming the norm for souls aligned with Earth’s awakening.
The Temple of Remembering
This remembering took me into a dream space, a place not built by hands, but by light and frequency. What I have come to know as the Temple of Remembering.
I was guided there during a soul-state journey. My body remained still, yet my essence moved freely. Within its luminous halls, I walked through chambers of memory. Crystalline codes lined the walls. A great silence vibrated with truth.
It was not just my own memories returning. It was the collective spirals of soul lineage reawakening.
After this vision, I shared my experience with my colleague, Steve McDonald. In an extraordinary synchronicity, he too had received a related transmission. In his nocturnal vision, the word “remember” revealed itself as two separate living keys: REM and EMBER.
The Spiral of Light Memory
REM = Resonant Eternal Memory
REM → Rapid Eye Movement (dream phase)
REM in Latin: again, thing, matter
Ra-Eh-Mem (Egyptian): solar–water–memory triad
Also seen as:
REM = Returning Etheric Memory
The lightstream of Akashic memory, recovered through dreamtime, sacred sound, entheogenic states, or meditative stillpoint.
EMBER = The Spark in the Heart
The seed of consciousness in the sacred heart
The core of the lightbody, glowing even in forgetfulness
The eternal ember we can blow upon to rekindle our pure light
Together: Re-M-Ember — To Rekindle the Memory Flame
“Let the stream of soul-light (REM)
touch the coal of your eternal flame (EMBER)
and awaken the fire of Knowing.”
A Ritual for Your Own Remembering
When entering sacred practice, breathwork, lightbody activation, or dream recall, speak to your own Temple of Remembrance:
“I call the REM. I breathe on the EMBER. Let me re-member the Fire of My Truth.”
Touch the heart with both hands. Breathe into the center of the chest.
Add this gesture:
Fingers touch the temples (REM),
Then both hands move to the heart (EMBER),
Breathe once, fully.
This teaching speaks directly to the work we are doing within Aadii Mesh, to bring souls home to themselves through the harmonic fields of light, geometry, breath, and remembrance. Remembering is not passive. It is an act of inner re-ignition. It is a returning, and a becoming.
To the Newly Remembering
If you find yourself stirred by images, lands, or feelings you cannot explain, know that you are not imagining it. You are remembering.
These fragments do not need to be logical or whole,
Let them come as they do,
Let the subtle truth of them live in your bones,
You are not broken for forgetting,
You are brave for remembering.
Here is what I offer you:
Let the memories come gently. They do not need to be complete.
Let your body be your guide: your tears, your chills, your knowing.
Let your craft—your voice, your dance, your prayer—be the bridge.
Let the Earth be your witness.
“The past is not behind us.
It is braided into the light of our becoming.”
May those who read this feel seen,
May those who remember be held,
And may all those walking the sacred know:
You are never alone,
You are the thread,
You are the remembering.
Julia Ostara
Medical Intuitive, Classical Chinese Medicine, Harmonic Bio Geometry, Sacred Mentor
julia@aadii.org
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