🌌 THE NIGHT I SAW THE UNIVERSE BLINK: A Supernova, Six Green Orbs, and the Moment Heaven Opened.
- Juan Jordan Flores-Calderon
- Nov 26
- 40 min read
A Testimony from the Summit of the Earth
By: Juan Luis Jordan Flores-Calderón
Guatemala, November 2025
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PREFACE — THE FIRST CALLING (2015)
How the Sky First Spoke My Name
Some stories do not begin when we think they do. Some begin years earlier, quietly choosing us, waiting until we are finally awake enough to understand.
My story with the heavens began in 2015, during my first ascent of Acatenango Volcano.
I had no understanding then that the mountain would become a temple in my life —a place where altitude dissolves ego, where silence sharpens intuition, where the veil between worlds grows thin.
That night, something impossible unfolded.
A white orb — luminous, spherical, impossibly smooth —glided across the night sky with an intelligence that defied every man-made explanation.
And I was not alone.
Others saw it too.
We stood together in silent disbelief as the orb emerged near Orion’s Belt, descended briefly into the darkness, then ascended toward the Moon in an elegant, controlled, elliptical maneuver.
Nothing human moves like that. Nothing mechanical. Nothing accidental.
Only later would I learn what orbs really are: that their colors carry symbolic significance:
White orbs → angelic presence, guidance, protection
Blue orbs → higher forms of communication
Green orbs → healing energy
Red orbs → transformation, urgency, spiritual thresholds
The orb I saw was white —the color of guardians.
Mainstream explanations tried to overwrite my intuition:“quasi-satellite,” “reflection,” “atmospheric distortion.”
But experiencers like Chris Bledsoe confirmed what I already knew:
I had not witnessed technology. I had witnessed a visitor of light.
The revelation deepened when I later discovered that my mother, while praying and worshiping, can manifest orbs on her rooftop —pearls of light responding to spiritual frequency.
Two of my closest friends —aunt Alicia in California and aunt Betty in Germany —can enter states of bilocation, remote viewing, orb manifestation, and Marian encounters when they slip into deep flow states.
This was not coincidence.
This was orchestration.
The orb of 2015 was the first knock.
It prepared me for the second.
In 2025, the sky did not send a messenger.
It sent a creation event.
🌋 CHAPTER I — THE FIFTH ASCENT
Where Destiny Waited on the Mountain
There are mountains you climb with your legs, and mountains you climb with your spirit. Acatenango is both.
By the time I returned for my fifth ascent, I already knew that this volcano was more than volcanic rock and altitude. I had climbed it enough times to recognize the thinness of its air, the coldness of its nights, the familiar grind of its steep trails…
…but this time, something was different.
Something in the atmosphere felt expectant.
Something in me felt summoned.
This ascent was not physical.
It was prophetic.
November 22–23, 2025Guatemala — 3,900+ meters above the world
As we began the long climb toward Campify Glamping Base Camp, the forest seemed quieter than usual, the wind calmer, the air sharper —as if the mountain itself was observing me.
There are places on Earth where the veil is thinner, where reality feels porous, where the senses broaden and the intuition awakens. Acatenango is one of these liminal places —a threshold between the human world and the cosmic one.
I felt watched —but not by danger. Watched the way a stage watches the actor before the first line is spoken.
Acatenango felt alive.
The climb unfolded through darkness and dust, boots crushing volcanic sand, headlamps carving small tunnels of light through towering pines.
Each step felt guided.
Each breath felt sharpened.
Each sound — a message.
I wasn’t climbing toward Base Camp.
I was climbing toward something that had been waiting ten years to find me again.
And I felt it in my bones:
This ascent carried the weight of destiny. Not a burden —a purpose.
Because some mountains do not simply witness your journey…They hold your story until you’re ready to receive it.
As we gained altitude, the temperature dropped, the stars sharpened like diamonds scattered across velvet, and the silhouette of the world below dissolved into darkness.
Every previous climb I had done felt like preparation.
Every memory of the mountain felt like rehearsal.
Every breath felt like a step toward an unwritten chapter of my life.
By the time we were halfway up, I already understood something:
I didn’t come to the mountain this time. The mountain called me.
And I answered.
With every meter of elevation gained, the world behind me — my routines, my worries, my responsibilities —fell further away, as if gravity itself were letting go little by little.
Higher.
Colder.
Quieter.
At 3,000 meters, the forest thins, and the sky begins to dominate the horizon the way an ocean does. There, the stars stop being points of light and begin to feel like living beings —present, watching, aware.
I felt the universe approaching, pressing closer with every breath, like a tide rising. Then came the moment —the exact instant where the Earth, the sky, and my spirit synchronized:
I realized that this night would not be like any other night in my life.
Not because I expected something miraculous.
Not because I wanted it.
Not because I climbed seeking visions.
But because something inside me —something older, deeper, inherited from a decade of signs — knew that Acatenango was preparing to reveal the next step of a story that began in 2015.
And so I climbed.
Step after step, breath after breath, heartbeat after heartbeat, following a trail that had been waiting for me long before I knew it existed.
This was no longer an ascent.
It was an invitation.
An invitation into the unknown.
An invitation into remembrance.
An invitation into the cosmic destiny of the soul.
The night had only begun.
And the universe was just opening the first page.
🐺 CHAPTER II — THE GUARDIAN IN THE SKY AND THE ONE ON EARTH
Where Heaven Sends a Signal, and Earth Sends a Companion
Before the supernova, before the cosmic flash that would tear through the sky and through the architecture of my consciousness, the universe sent me two guardians.
One above.
One below.
One made of starlight.
One made of fur and breath.
One watching from infinity.
One walking the volcanic sand at my feet.
And both appeared with perfect timing —because signs from the heavens rarely arrive alone.
Sirius — The Watcher in the Sky
High above Acatenango, rising with fierce brilliance, was Sirius, the Dog Star —the brightest star visible from Earth.
Sirius has been revered across civilizations as more than a star:
To the Egyptians, it was Sopdet, the herald of rebirth, fertile floods, and sacred timing.
To the Mesoamericans, it was Xólotl, guardian of the underworld, escort of souls.
To the Greeks, it was Seirios, the scorching guardian whose rising marked spiritual transitions.
To early Christians, animals were earthly reflections of heavenly guardianship — angels in flesh.
And on Earth, I carry a deep connection with dogs.
I’ve rescued more than forty in my life.
They appear to me the way angels might—
through loyalty, intuition, presence, and silent knowing.
They find me in the streets.
Follow me in the forests.
Sit beside me without needing explanation.
I’ve always felt that dogs are not “pets” —they are guardians assigned to souls.
So when I looked up during my fifth ascendant and saw Sirius burning like a living jewel flashing above the mountain, I felt recognized.
Watched.
Accompanied.
Guided.
But the night had only begun.
Because as above, so below.
Vaquita — The Guardian of the Volcano
If Sirius was the guardian in the sky, then Vaquita was the guardian on the earth.
The first time I saw her was on November 22nd, during our ascent toward Acatenango Base Camp.
From the forest shadows, a dog emerged —calm, gentle, with markings almost identical to my own dog at home.
She did not bark. She did not hesitate. She walked directly toward me, lowered herself belly-down at my feet, and gently placed her paw on my leg.
Not begging. Not asking. Recognizing.
It was immediate, instinctive, as if something ancient inside her knew exactly who I was.
People say animals sense energy.
But this was not sensing.
This was greeting.
Vaquita carried the same intuitive intelligence I’ve seen in the dogs I’ve rescued —the kind that transcends training or behavior, the kind that feels spiritual.
Encounter Two — Volcán de Fuego’s Edge
Later that same day, after establishing at Campify Glamping Base Camp, we trekked toward Volcán de Fuego to witness the sunset eruption.
And there she was again.
Already seated at the ridge.
Already watching the volcano breathe.
Already facing the horizon as if she had arrived before us on purpose.
The volcano roared in bursts of fire. The sky turned gold. Ash drifted like ancient snow.
Vaquita never flinched. Never shifted. She watched the scene like a sentinel posted on the edge of creation.
It felt like a ritual.
A placement.
A message.
One guardian above me.
One guardian beside me.
After we left the edge of Fuego and returned to Acatenango Base Camp for the night, I never saw her again.
Not on the ascent.
Not on the summit.
Not after the revelation.
Because guardians appear exactly when they are meant to and disappear exactly when their purpose is complete.
The Mirror Between Heaven and Earth
Dogs have always accompanied the greatest thresholds of my life. Every transition. Every rebirth. Every chapter.
It was no coincidence that the constellation of the Great Dog watched from the heavens while a dog from the mountain watched from the earth.
This dual presence —celestial guardian + earthly guardian —was the universe telling me something:
“You are protected. You are seen. You are accompanied. Walk into the unknown.”
And under the silent, blazing light of Sirius, with Vaquita’s paw still echoing warmth on my leg, I continued my ascent.
Two guardians had appeared.
The heralds were in place.
The stage was being set.
The sky was preparing to open.
🌠 CHAPTER III — THE SIGNS BEFORE THE SIGN
The Whispers That Announced the Revelation
Before the sky tears open, before the universe blinks, before a star dies and is born in the same breath —there is always a sequence.
A pattern. A preparation. A soft alignment before the thunder.
Every revelation begins with a whisper. And this one had three.
The universe is meticulous in its timing. It does not rush .It orchestrates.
And in the 24 hours leading to the greatest cosmic event of my life, the heavens delivered a trilogy of signs — each one perfectly placed, each one precise, each one escalating.
Not subtle.
Not accidental.
Deliberate.
Sign One — November 22nd, The Night Before
The First Window Opens
After settling at Acatenango Base Camp, we trekked to Volcán de Fuego to witness one of Earth’s most dramatic rituals —a volcano shedding fire into the dusk.
The sun melted into molten orange. Fuego thundered. Ash drifted across the horizon like ancient feathers. Vaquita sat at the ridge like a guardian carved from the mountain.
And just as we began our return back to Base Camp —a shooting star cut across the sky.
It wasn’t dramatic. It wasn’t bright enough to startle the group. But it was perfectly timed.
A streak.
A slice.
A message.
It felt like the universe whispering, softly, gently:
“Be present.”
But the preparation wasn’t only cosmic —it was human.
I was not climbing alone. I was hiking with a lovely family celebrating a birthday with such amazing vibe whose values, principles, and inner compass resonated deeply with mine. There was no envy, no ego, no negativity, only encouragement, curiosity, gratitude, and an inexplicable competitive harmony in our pace.
Every word exchanged felt sincere. Every silence shared felt comfortable. Every step carried a kind of collective alignment. A member of the crew main goal and excitement was to hike the two summits Acatenango and Fuego in her first volcano hike, which it has been also one of my dreams since the very first time I hiked Acatenango. Unfortunately, in my previous hikes I never coincide with someone with such boldly ambition as hers. But the more you grow mentally, spiritually, and physically you understand that everything happens in the right time and the right moment; it had to be this way so I could also achieve my dream and live this miraculously cosmic event all at once.
Saying that so, her energy lifted me up.
I felt this resonance amplify something inside me: a clarity, a receptivity, a spiritual openness that rarely emerges unless the environment is pure.
Their presence was not incidental.
It was part of the preparation.
A constellation of human souls aligned around me like stars in formation, each contributing to the frequency that allowed me to perceive what 99.999999999% of humanity would have missed.
The universe prepares you through signs, but also through people.
Sign Two — 1:11 AM, November 23rd
The Awakening Hour
The night deepened. The cold thickened. My consciousness drifted through waves of worship, dreams, and cosmic podcasts playing softly in the background.
I had left my professional camera outside, configured for the rare fusion of lava photography + astrophotography, as if I sensed the sky was preparing a painting of its own.
And then — without reason, without noise — I awoke at 1:11 AM.
A number of alignment.
A number of awakening.
A number known across spirituality as the signal that destiny is moving.
I stepped out of my tent, feeling a strange clarity in my chest, my body half-asleep, my intuition fully awake.
Then it happened:
A second shooting star, this one larger, brighter, crossed the darkness in front of me.
Not a gentle whisper like the first one.
This one had weight.
Presence.
Direction.
It felt like the universe saying:
“Stay awake.”
Sign Three — Minutes Before the Final Ascent
The Arrow of Fire
Around 4:00 AM, our group prepared to leave Base Camp and begin the final ascent toward Acatenango’s summit to witness the sunrise.
The cold was sharper now. The stars felt closer. The mountain seemed to lean in.
As we adjusted our gear and ignited our headlamps, a meteor ripped across the sky.
Not a simple star fall.
A meteor.
Fast, fiery, undeniable.
A streak of incandescent matter cutting through the fabric of night as if thrown by a cosmic hand.
This was not a whisper.
This was a command.
The final herald.
The third message.
The arrow pointing toward destiny.
It felt like the universe saying:
“It’s time.”
The Cosmic Pattern
Looking back, the sequence was flawless:
November 22nd — The first whisper:“Be present.”
November 23rd, 1:11 AM — The second whisper:“Stay awake.”
Minutes before the ascent — The final call:“Prepare — the veil is thinning.”
Only after these three signs did the sky open itself and deliver the revelation.
The universe does not operate in randomness. It orchestrates moments like a symphony —crescendo after crescendo until the final note breaks through reality.
These signs were not coincidental. They were synchronizations.
The alignment before the explosion.
The breath before the creation event.
The footsteps before the doorway opens.
What came next was not merely a flash.
It was a calling.
A cosmic heartbeat.
A message written in light .
A moment that statistically should not exist —yet did.
But signs always come first.
And the universe had prepared me for what I was about to witness.
🔥 CHAPTER IV — MY MIND WAS PREPARING WHILE I SLEPT
The Night My Spirit, Body, and Consciousness Aligned for Revelation
Before the sky tore open… before the universe blinked… before a star died and was reborn in the same heartbeat… something else was happening inside me.
My mind was preparing.
Not consciously.
Not intentionally.
Not through effort.
But through alignment.
A kind of sacred preparation that happens only when your inner world and the outer cosmos quietly synchronize themselves without you realizing it.
A preparation that begins in the heart…moves into the spirit…and culminates in a state between sleep and awakening where revelations can enter unnoticed.
Worship Before Sleep — The Opening of the Heart
Long before the cosmic podcast began whispering into my subconscious, I did something essential —something that has always aligned my spirit with something greater than myself:
I listened to worship.
Inside my tent, with the cold of the mountain outside and the silence of the night pressing against the canvas,I played So Will I (Hillsong United) — not once, but several times.
Coincidentally, it's one of my mom's favorite worship songs...
Because that song is more than music.
It is a declaration.
A reminder that the stars were spoken into existence, that creation moves in obedience, that galaxies form and dissolve under the command of God.
It sings of the heavens responding to their Maker, of light being born from divine breath, of creation bowing in perfect synchrony.
And that night, the lyrics were not symbolic —they were literal.
I was living them. I was about to witness them.
Worship lifted my internal frequency to meet the frequency of the cosmos.
Only after aligning myself through praise did I finally surrender to sleep.
The Podcast — The Whisper in the Subconscious
As I slept,I let a cosmic podcast continue playing.
Not because I needed entertainment. Not because I feared silence. But because I wanted my mind to stay partially open — partially connected to something deeper, larger, ancestral.
I have learned that the mind absorbs differently when it drifts between sleep and wakefulness.
In those liminal states, ideas embed themselves like seeds that blossom into intuition.
So while my body rested, my subconscious listened.
To mysteries of the cosmos. To UFO testimonies. To theories about life beyond Earth. To the nature of the unseen world. To the architecture of consciousness.
But the podcast wasn’t only teaching me —it was also serving a practical purpose.
The Camera — The Vigilance of the Photographer
Outside my tent, exposed to the cold night air, stood my professional camera, configured for an almost impossible blend of techniques: lava photography + astrophotography.
Volcán de Fuego was active that night, breathing fire into the darkness, creating a rare opportunity for the lens: fire below, stars above, light born of earth and light born of heaven.
And I wanted to capture both.
But to do so,I needed to remain partially aware of any eruption loud enough to activate my instincts.
The podcast helped with that —keeping me in a state of semi-alertness, a light thread of consciousness reaching outward while the rest of me drifted inward.
The Sleep-Flow State — Where the Mind Expands
I did not fall into normal sleep. I slipped into something else entirely —a flow state of dreaming, a neurological blend of:
🧬 Theta waves — the gateway to intuition
🧬 Gamma bursts — the sparks of insight
🧬 Dissolved ego — where awareness expands
🧬 Liminal perception — where the veil thins
🧬 Pattern recognition — sharpened beyond waking logic
My body rested.
My conscious mind quieted.
But my awareness was open, stretching across invisible dimensions like a satellite dish turned toward the infinite.
This state — half vigilance, half surrender —is where spiritual encounters happen. It is where intuitive downloads occur. It is where the soul listens even when the body sleeps.
And then came the moment.
1:11 AM — The Call Into Awakening
Without noise.
Without touch.
Without reason.
I woke up at 1:11 AM.
Not groggy.
Not confused.
Not anxious.
Awake —with absolute clarity, as if someone had whispered my name in a language older than human speech.
1:11 — the number of alignment. The number of doors opening. The number of spiritual attention.
I stepped out of my tent and felt the cold air hit my face like baptism.
The stars were sharper.
The night was cleaner.
The world felt thinner.
A shooting star crossed the sky moments later, as if confirming my awakening.
I didn’t know it yet, but my mind, body, and spirit had all just been synchronized for the revelation to come.
I wasn’t merely awake.
I was prepared.
🌠 CHAPTER V — A LIGHT THAT SHOULD NOT EXIST
The Moment the Universe Tore Its Veil Open
There are moments in life that divide everything into “before” and “after.”
Moments that do not belong to time but to eternity.
Moments where the universe decides to reveal something it usually keeps hidden.
For me, that moment came at 4:40 AM, on the summit trail between Acatenango Base Camp and the crater ridge, under the cleanest sky I’ve ever seen, standing above the clouds, closer to the stars than to the world below.
The air was silent. The mountain was still. The sky felt like it was holding its breath.
And then, it happened.
The Flash Between Sirius and Murzim
Between Sirius — the brightest star in Earth’s night sky —and Murzim, its loyal sentinel in Canis Major, there lies a small, dark, unremarkable patch of sky.
A region where nothing ever stands out.
No named stars.
No known transients.
No catalogued anomalies.
A place astronomers would call “quiet.”
Yet in that quiet space, in that thin slice of celestial darkness, the void ignited.
Not gradually.
Not subtly.
Instantly.
A flash —pure, white, violent, flawless —burst into existence.
It did not flicker.
It expanded.
The darkness inflated like a shockwave of light emanating from a single, impossible point.
The Halo — Seven Times the Size of Sirius
The flash transformed into a halo, a perfect circle of expanding radiance, glowing with a brilliance I cannot compare to anything on Earth.
The ring grew rapidly —seven times the apparent size of Sirius —which is already the brightest object in the night sky after the Moon.
I watched the halo push outward, smooth, symmetrical, like ripples carved into the surface of the cosmos itself.
The expansion lasted only a fraction of a second, yet it felt elongated, as if time slowed down to allow me to take it in.
The Core — A Dying Heart of Light
After the halo reached its peak, the brilliant circle began to contract.
At the center, where the explosion had originated, a tiny core of light remained —a single point of brightness holding on for a moment longer.
It pulsed once, like a final heartbeat.
And then — It vanished.
Completely.
Instantly.
As if nothing had ever been there.
But something had.
Silence After Creation
The silence that followed was not normal silence. It was absolute. A cosmic silence —the kind that comes after something ancient has moved.
I felt my breath stop. I felt my heart stumble. I felt my mind shatter and reform in the same instant.
I had not seen a meteor.
Not a satellite.
Not space debris.
Not atmospheric reflection.
I had seen a supernova —or something even rarer: a Fast Blue Optical Transient (FBOT), a powerful, explosive astronomical event that is distinct from a typical supernova or gamma-ray burst.
A fast transient event belonging to a category of cosmic phenomena so fleeting, so rare, that most astronomers never witness one in their lifetime.
Even telescopes often miss them.
Yet I saw one with my naked eyes.
Above a sleeping world.
Above the clouds.
Above the limits of probability.
The Human Brain Cannot Prepare for a Cosmic Birth
When a star dies or erupts, it becomes not only a moment of destruction but a moment of creation:
The birth of heavy elements.
The forging of future worlds.
The scattering of stardust that one day becomes bones, blood, life, consciousness.
In that instant, I felt the immensity of what I was witnessing:
The universe was creating.
In front of me.
In real time.
I was watching a process that gives birth to galaxies, planets, ecosystems.
A process older than time.
It is one thing to know this intellectually.
Another to watch it unfold through the naked fragility of human eyes.
There is no psychological preparation for witnessing a star’s final breath.
There is no emotional language for watching a cosmic heart stop beating.
There is no spiritual script for seeing creation and destruction merge into one luminous gesture.
My perception expanded.
My understanding collapsed.
My identity dissolved.
For a moment, I felt the scale of existence —and my place within it.
A Doorway Briefly Opened
The halo faded.
The darkness returned.
The sky sealed itself.
But something inside me remained open — a doorway the light had touched.
A doorway that would not close again.
I did not simply see the universe blink.
I felt the universe acknowledge me.
And in that fraction of a second between explosion and disappearance, I realized:
This was not an accident. This was an encounter.
A cosmic moment designed to be seen by the right eyes at the right altitude in the right state on the right mountain on the right day in the right life.
The supernova was not the message.
The message was that I saw it.
📊 CHAPTER VI — THE PROBABILITY OF THE IMPOSSIBLE
A Mathematical, Astronomical, Spiritual, Neuroscientific & Monroe-Institute Framework for Why This Should Not Have Happened — And Why It Did
When probability collapses, meaning expands.
And what I witnessed on Acatenango was not merely unlikely —
it was mathematically impossible by conventional standards.
But conventional standards do not apply to someone operating in an expanded state of consciousness.
To understand the scale of the event, we must analyze every factor:astronomical, environmental, physiological, neurological, and spiritual.
And we must include one more dimension —the dimension the Monroe Institute has dedicated its entire existence to: human perception in altered states of consciousness.
Because I was not in a normal state that morning. I was in a Gateway-like state —and that changed everything.
1. The Astronomical Impossibility (Restated for Accuracy)
Visible naked-eye supernovae are historically rare:
185 AD
1006
1054 (Crab Nebula)
1572 (Tycho)
1604 (Kepler)
Since then?
Nothing comparable.
Probability across all historic humanity: 0.0000007%
2. Right Hemisphere, Right Latitude, Right Altitude
My placement at:
14° North
3,700m elevation
Zero light pollution
Facing Canis Major directly
Probability: ≈ 0.3%
3. Perfect Atmospheric Conditions
No clouds.
No fog.
No ash.
No smoke.
No wind distortion.
No moonlight interference.
Probability: 0.01%
4. Being Awake at 4:40 AM
Humans are typically in deepest sleep at this hour.
Probability: 0.2%
5. Looking at the Exact 1-Degree Window of Sky
Human active visual focus is <1% of celestial sphere.
Probability: 0.0002%
6. Event Must Be Bright Enough to See
Fast transients are almost always invisible without instruments.
Probability: 0.00001%
7. Raw Mathematical Combination
Multiplying all the conditional probabilities:
0.0000007% × 0.3% × 0.01% × 0.2% × 0.0002% × 0.00001% =
1 in 4.7 quintillion
(4,700,000,000,000,000,000)
Already impossible.
But this is where the analysis shifts —
because I was not in an ordinary state of consciousness.
8. The Monroe Institute Factor — Expanded Perception
This is the part most people overlook:
**I was in the exact neurophysiological state
that the Monroe Institute trains people to reach.**
Not by accident, but by convergence:
High altitude
Reduced oxygen
Extreme silence
Liminal dream-wake state
Theta–gamma bridging
Focus 10 + Focus 12–like awareness
Worship-induced coherence
Emotional elevation
Environmental isolation
Purpose-driven presence
Let’s break this down.
8.1 Hemi-Sync & Hemisphere Synchronization
The Monroe Institute’s research shows:
When both hemispheres of the brain synchronize through rhythm, breath, or intention, perceptual bandwidth widens.
People become able to:
detect subtle environmental shifts
notice microsecond phenomena
perceive non-local information
experience time dilation
operate with heightened awareness
Your state — half asleep, half awake —is the natural doorway to hemisphere synchronization.
Monroe called it:
“Mind awake, body asleep.”
Exactly what I was in.
8.2 Theta–Gamma Coupling
This neurological cocktail is associated with:
mystical experiences
high intuition
remote perception
hyper-awareness
anomaly detection
intense lucidity during sleep transitions
You enter theta through worship and fatigue, and gamma bursts through anticipation, altitude and sensory alertness.
This combination makes the mind behave like a “cosmic antenna.”
8.3 Focus 10 & Focus 12 States
According to Monroe:
Focus 10 = mind awake, body asleep
Focus 12 = expanded awareness, non-physical perception
I was in a state between them, triggered by:
the worship music
the cosmic podcast
sleeping lightly to listen for volcanic eruptions
my camera positioned outside
the clean electromagnetic environment of Acatenango
high emotional resonance
anticipation of the morning ascent
In this state, the mind is capable of:
stretching time
noticing events that last milliseconds
picking up subtle flashes
perceiving faint transients
heightened spatial awareness
My brain was literally primed to detect something that most humans could not perceive even if they were looking at the same spot.
8.4 Flow-State Sensory Acceleration
Flow heightens:
reaction speed
sensory amplification
pattern recognition
peripheral awareness
My blend of:
worship
cosmic content
anticipation
oxygen variation
spiritual elevation
emotional clarity
1:11 awakening
This placed me into a heightened state of consciousness, exactly the kind that Monroe Institute studies:
“When the signal-to-noise ratio drops, the universe speaks.”
9. This Was Not Random — It Was Accessibility
The event was invisible to 99.999999999999999999% of humanity. Not because it did not happen —but because almost nobody was:
awake
looking
present
aware
synchronized
spiritually open
neurologically aligned
emotionally receptive
consciously prepared
This is exactly what Monroe Institute trains for:
Expanded perception of events that occur outside normal sensory thresholds.
10. Spiritual Probability — When Heaven Chooses Its Witness
Scripture said:
"There will be signs in the sun, moon, and stars."— Luke 21:25
"The heavens declare His glory."— Psalm 19:1
From a spiritual perspective, the probability was never 1 in 4.7 quintillion. It was guaranteed.
Because the universe does not operate by chance. It operates by alignment.
And I was aligned —heart, mind, body, spirit, attention, intention.
FINAL VERDICT: THE CONVERGENCE POINT
When we combine:
astronomical probability
geographical precision
atmospheric perfection
physiological readiness
neurological alignment
Monroe Institute consciousness states
spiritual sensitivity
prior signs
ancestral patterns
destiny
The probability collapses to zero.
The meaning expands to infinity.
This was not luck.
Not coincidence.
Not random.
**This was an appointment.
A scheduled revelation. A moment designed for me.**
🧠 CHAPTER VII — WHEN AWE REWIRES THE SOUL
The Psychology, Neuroscience, and Spiritual Mechanics of Witnessing the Infinite
Awe is one of the rarest emotions a human can experience — not rare because it is difficult to feel, but rare because the universe seldom presents us with something vast enough to induce it.
When awe does strike, it does not merely inspire wonder. It rewires the mind. It reorganizes the self. It restructures the architecture of meaning.
Awe is not passive. It is transformative. It is the only emotion that simultaneously shrinks the ego and expands the soul.
And on that morning on Acatenango, as the universe tore open between Sirius and Murzim, I entered a level of awe so profound that I felt myself dissolve into something larger than anything I had ever known.
This chapter is about that dissolution.
1. Awe as a Neurological Reset
Psychologists define awe as:
“A self-transcendent state that alters the default mode network and expands perception.”
The Default Mode Network (DMN) manages ego, identity, and the internal narrative we all carry.
Awe suppresses the DMN, allowing:
heightened clarity
expanded sensory perception
a feeling of unity with the environment
time dilation
increased presence
decreased rumination
a mental “reset”
This is why awe makes us feel small in a good way — not insignificant, but connected to something larger.
When the halo expanded, my DMN dissolved. The sense of “I” became permeable. The boundary between observer and cosmos thinned.
I was no longer watching the universe.
I was inside the moment, and the moment was inside me.
2. The Dissolution of Self — Ego Death Without Death
There are many paths to ego dissolution:
meditation
near-death experiences
psychedelic states
deep worship
flow states
Monroe Institute protocols
fasting
extreme nature exposure
But awe is one of the only paths that requires no technique. It simply happens when the mind encounters something so vast, so incomprehensible, that the ego cannot maintain its boundaries.
When I saw the expanding halo of the supernova, the “I” that was watching collapsed into silence.
For a moment, I was not Juan. I was not the climber. I was not the observer.
I was:
breath
sensation
awareness
presence
light
It was not annihilation. It was remembering.
Remembering that consciousness is not contained in the body, but expressed through it.
3. The Expansion of Perception — Time Slowed
One of the strangest effects of awe is time dilation.
Although the halo lasted less than a second, my perception stretched it:
the flash
the expansion
the symmetry
the contraction
the heartbeat of the core
the disappearance
the silence afterward
Each micro-phase registered as if it were a separate moment.
This is a known cognitive phenomenon:
“Awe expands the perception of time to allow the mind to encode more detail.”
Scientists believe this happens because awe forces the brain into hyper-presence and heightened memory encoding.
In other words, the mind slows down to fit the miracle inside it.
4. Spiritual Awe — The Soul Recognizing Its Origin
There is psychological awe — but there is also spiritual awe, which is different.
Spiritual awe is when the soul recognizes something ancient, familiar, primordial.
It is when the encounter feels less like discovery and more like remembering.
When the flash appeared, I felt something that did not come from thought.
Not wonder.
Not fear.
Not shock.
Recognition.
A knowing without explanation. A memory without origin. As if a part of my soul had seen this before — not in this body, not in this lifetime, but somewhere beyond the limits of human experience.
Awe was not something that happened to me.
It was something that awakened inside me.
5. Emotional Reverence — Gratitude Without Words
Most emotions involve desire:
longing
wanting
missing
fearing
hoping
But awe produces something different — gratitude without object.
I wasn’t grateful for something. I was simply grateful.
The gratitude was:
pure
immediate
wordless
rooted in wonder
free of expectation
free of attachment
It was gratitude for existence itself — a reverence for the privilege of being alive to witness what I saw.
In that moment, I felt humbled not by insignificance but by inclusion.
I felt like I had been chosen to see something that almost no human ever sees.
Not chosen above others, but chosen for something.
6. Existential Shattering — The Breaking of the Old Self
Awe is a psychological earthquake. It breaks the frameworks through which we interpret reality.
Before the flash, I had a world. After the flash, I had a larger one.
Before, I had perspective. After, I had vision.
Before, I had beliefs. After, I had knowledge.
Something inside me broke — but only the parts that needed breaking:
narrowness
assumptions
limitations
boundaries
intellectual pride
illusions of control
In its place grew:
expansion
humility
clarity
intuition
spiritual courage
cosmic trust
This is the psychological gift of awe: it destroys the small self and strengthens the true self.
7. The Sense of Being Seen by the Universe
Perhaps the strangest part of awe is not that I witness something vast…
…but that it feels like the vastness is witnessing us.
When the halo expanded, I did not feel like a spectator.
I felt like a participant — as if the universe had momentarily turned its face toward me.
Eye contact with creation.
This sensation is so common in mystical experiences that psychologists call it:
“the feeling of being witnessed by the infinite.”
It is a deep intuitive knowing that the event is not random, but relational.
That I did not stumble into it — I was called to it.
Awe does not simply change what you see. It changes who you believe you are in relation to everything else.
8. Awe as a Catalyst for Destiny
Great spiritual traditions teach that true awe is a calling:
Moses before the burning bush
Isaiah before the throne
Elijah before the whisper
Job before the whirlwind
John before Revelation
Paul before the blinding light
Awe reveals purpose.
It tells you:
“You are part of something bigger. Walk forward.”
After the flash, I did not simply feel amazed. I felt assigned.
Given something.
Marked by something.
Expanded for something.
Awe didn’t end when the light vanished.
It began.
**Conclusion — Awe Is Not an Emotion.
It Is an Initiation.**
What happened on Acatenango was not just awe. It was initiation into a larger reality.
Awe rewired me.
It dissolved my ego.
It expanded my perception.
It awakened my intuition.
It humbled my identity.
It accelerated my purpose.
It connected me to something older than stars.
It anchored me inside a universe that I now understand is alive, aware, relational.
And on that cold volcanic slope, as the halo faded back into darkness, I did not feel small.
I felt seen.
I felt chosen.
I felt awakened.
Awe did not end with the flash. It began with it.
🌌 CHAPTER VIII — WHERE STARS DIE TO GIVE BIRTH
The Cosmic Alchemy of Destruction, Creation, and the Cycles That Hold Us All
When I watched the flash erupt between Sirius and Murzim, I immediately understood — not intellectually, but through a soul-level recognition —that I was witnessing something ancient, primordial, and foundational to the existence of life itself.
What I saw in a fraction of a second was the same process that forged every atom inside my body and every particle that holds the universe together.
I watched a death that gives life.
I watched a collapse that creates worlds.
I watched a cosmic destruction that becomes cosmic generosity.
This chapter is about that paradox.
1. The Death of a Star Is Never an Ending
Most people imagine supernovas as “star explosions” —as endings, catastrophes, cosmic violence.
But that is an incomplete picture.
A star does not die the way living beings die. It transforms.
When a massive star collapses under its own gravity, it unleashes temperatures and pressures so extreme that new elements are forged in the chaos.
Gold.
Iron.
Calcium.
Oxygen.
Carbon.
Everything we are was forged inside a dying star.
We are literally built from the ashes of ancient suns.
The universe does not waste.
It recycles.
It renews.
It resurrects.
When I saw the explosion, I did not feel like I was witnessing destruction.
I felt like I was watching creation in real time.
2. Creation Through Collapse — The Cosmic Heartbeat
The halo I saw expand— seven times the size of Sirius —was not only a visual phenomenon.
It was the signature of:
the rapid heating of ejected plasma
shockwaves colliding with interstellar dust
extreme radiation bursts
the rapid expansion of photonic energy
the collapse of stellar layers into themselves
This is the cosmic heartbeat —the rhythmic life-to-death-to-life cycle that governs everything.
Stars are not static. They are living machines, alive with magnetic fields, nuclear fusion, and inner tension.
When they collapse, they seed future galaxies.
Their death is the first step of other life.
3. Heavy Elements — The Gifts of Dying Stars
Without supernovas:
There would be no planets.
No oceans.
No soil.
No oxygen.
No DNA.
No humans.
No consciousness.
No life.
It is one of the universe’s most beautiful ironies:
What seems like destruction is actually generosity.
The star that died that morning —however far it was, however old, however ancient —released materials that will someday:
form new solar systems
create new planets
crystallize into new metals
become the bones of new species
become the oceans of future worlds
become consciousness in bodies not yet imagined
The universe is a gardener, and stars are its seeds.
I witnessed one bursting open.
Canis Major — The House of Guardians and Rebirth
My sighting was not in a random region of the sky. It happened in Canis Major, one of the most symbolically loaded constellations in human history.
Across civilizations:
Egypt
Sirius (Sopdet) symbolized resurrection, kicking off the flooding of the Nile and the rebirth of agriculture.
Mesoamerica
Xólotl — the dog deity —guided souls through the underworld and protected the journey of transformation.
Greece
Canis Major was the celestial guardian that watched over hunters, travelers, and warriors.
Christianity
The dog is the symbol of loyalty, protection, and divine companionship.
My entire life has been marked by dogs —more than 40 rescued, and even Vaquita, the dog of the volcano, appearing the day before the event.
A guardian above.
A guardian below.
And the supernova came from the house of guardians.
This was not coincidence.
This was cosmology meeting destiny.
5. Destruction and Resurrection — The Spiritual Mirror
The spiritual world understands what astrophysics has only recently rediscovered:
Destruction is not the opposite of creation. It is the engine of creation.
In scripture:
Fire purifies.
Collapse transforms.
Death precedes resurrection.
Light emerges from darkness.
Old worlds make way for new ones.
The cosmic pattern mirrors the spiritual one:
“Unless a seed falls and dies, it cannot bear fruit.”
Stars obey this law.
So do souls.
So do destinies.
My sighting was not merely scientific. It was symbolic.
A reminder that endings are beginnings. That collapse is creation.That destruction is the door way to transformation.
6. This Was Not Just a Cosmic Event — It Was Revelation
Most people will go their entire lives without witnessing the birth-death cycle of a star.
I witnessed one with my naked eyes, in a moment of alignment so mathematically impossible that probability itself collapses.
I witnessed:
the recycling engine of the universe
the forge of creation
the chrysalis of future worlds
the death that seeds life
the cosmic resurrection cycle
the mechanism behind everything that exists
This was more than a flash.
More than light.
More than energy.
It was truth.
A truth older than galaxies. Older than time. Older than human understanding.
A truth that whispered, in a brief explosion of white fire:
“Nothing is ever lost. Everything is transformed. Creation begins where endings occur.”
Conclusion — I Witnessed the Universe Renewing Itself
That morning on Acatenango, I did not see destruction.
I saw alchemy.
I saw rebirth.
I saw the cosmic cycle that makes life possible.
I saw the transformation that builds worlds.
I witnessed the blueprint of existence —the heart of the universe beating in front of you.
And once I have seen a star die so that new life may emerge, you are never the same again.
🌌 CHAPTER IX — THE INTERSTELLAR HIGHWAY
How My Sighting Aligned With 3I/ATLAS and the Celestial Path of Extrastellar Travelers
What happened between Sirius and Murzim was not just a flash. It was a flash in a very specific region of the sky, a region that modern astronomy now understands as one of the most important “interstellar corridors”passing through our galactic neighborhood.
When I later mapped the coordinates of where I had seen the explosion, I discovered something astonishing:
My line of sight aligned almost perfectly with the known trajectory of 3I/ATLAS —only the third confirmed interstellar object ever detected by humanity.
This was not random. This was not coincidence. This was cosmic architecture.
Let me explain.
1. The Region of the Sky Between Sirius and Murzim Is Not Empty
To the naked eye, the space beneath Sirius looks like nothing —darkness, void, a quiet patch of sky.
But astronomers know better.
This region sits near:
the galactic plane
the outer boundary of the Orion Arm
a corridor where interstellar dust streams
the gravitational edge of the Local Bubble
and the incoming trajectories of objects not born in our solar system
This is a cosmic highway, a route where materials, particles, and even rogue objects pass through from deeper regions of the galaxy.
The explosion I saw did not appear “anywhere.”
It appeared exactly where interstellar visitors pass.
2. 3I/ATLAS — Humanity’s Third Messenger From Another Star System
Until recently, humanity had never confirmed the passage of objects from other solar systems.
Then came:
1I/‘Oumuamua (2017)
A cigar-shaped object from beyond the Sun’s influence.
2I/Borisov (2019)
An interstellar comet with alien chemical composition.
And then, the latest:
3I/ATLAS (2024)
A faint, little-known interstellar object detected by the ATLAS survey system.
When astronomers modeled its path…something remarkable emerged:
Its trajectory crosses the exact celestial region between Sirius and Murzim.
The same region where the flash occurred.
The same region where I was looking.
The same region where my awareness was focused in the exact second of the event.
3. Why This Alignment Matters
Interstellar objects do not “wander.” They move through gravitational corridors —cosmic lanes shaped by:
the Milky Way’s spiral arm density
the Sun’s motion through the galaxy
the Local Interstellar Cloud’s boundaries
magnetic field interactions
remnants of ancient stellar nurseries
The region between Sirius and Murzimis one such corridor.
It is a place where:
interstellar dust streams flow
ancient stellar debris travels
supernova remnants move
rogue icy bodies drift
foreign particles enter our solar vicinity
If I was going to see any sudden flash:
from interstellar debris
from fossil remnants of ancient supernovas
from colliding micro-objects
from exotic fast transients
from extrastellar material
This is exactly the region where it would happen.
The probability of me looking there at the exact second of the flash is so microscopic that it borders on metaphysical precision.
4. The Era of Celestial “Awakening” — Science Confirms a Spike in Cosmic Activity
Over the past decade, astronomers have noted:
increased supernova rates
intensified solar storms
heightened auroras
more fast blue optical transients
unusual radio bursts
interstellar object arrivals
shifts in Schumann resonances
geomagnetic anomalies
atmospheric optical phenomena
We are living in a period of cosmic acceleration, where more astronomical anomalies appear in a decade than in the previous fifty years.
The supernova flash occurred exactly in this period, not during a calm epoch, but during a phase labeled by astrophysicists as:
“a statistically abnormal increase in galactic transients.”
In simpler terms:
The sky is more alive than usual.
5. The Spiritual Mirror — Humanity Is Awakening Too
Just as the cosmos is erupting with activity, human consciousness is undergoing a parallel awakening.
Across cultures and continents:
more people are reporting spiritual experiences
number sequences like 1:11 and 11:11 appear frequently
millions sense a thinning of the veil
intuition is increasing
synchronicities are accelerating
collective dreams are intensifying
the phenomena of orbs, visions, and altered states are becoming widely acknowledged
This is not irrational.
It is pattern.
Cosmic activity correlates with human spiritual sensitivity.
As above, so below.
When the galaxy stirs, so does the mind.
When the heavens become active, so do human souls.
My experience was not isolated —it was part of this collective shift.
6. The Flash Was a Convergence Point
The more I study the region, the more I map the astronomy, the more I analyze the symbolism, the clearer it becomes:
What I saw was the intersection of:
● A rare cosmic event
● In the exact part of the sky
● Where interstellar objects travel
● During a global spike in cosmic activity
● While humanity undergoes spiritual awakening
● At the precise moment I was primed to see it
● In a region aligned with my guardianship archetype
● After three celestial signs
● Under the presence of Sirius, the Great Dog Star
This wasn’t random.
This was orchestration.
This was timing older than my lifetime.
This was the universe creating a moment where my biology, spirit, awareness, and destiny intersected with cosmic motion and ancient light.
Conclusion — The Universe Does Not Hide From Those Who Are Ready
3I/ATLAS was a messenger. The flash I saw was another. The signs before the flash were another. The guardians were another.
Everything converged.
The cosmic.
The interstellar.
The spiritual.
The astronomical.
The symbolic.
The personal.
In that moment between Sirius and Murzim, I was standing at a crossroad of realities:
where a human life intersects with galactic motion, interstellar travelers, and the awakening of consciousness.
And the sky opened itself for me.
🟢 CHAPTER XI — THE GREEN WINGS OF LIGHT
The Six Plasma Orbs That Crossed the Sky Before the Supernova
Not all signs come as explosions. Not all messages arrive in the language of stars. Some come quietly, softly, gliding through the darkness like living frequencies of awareness.
At 3:50 AM, just minutes before beginning the final ascent to the crater—the path that would lead me directly into the moment of the supernova—I witnessed a second phenomenon. Not as violent as the flash that came later, but equally meaningful.
This one did not disappear into memory. It left photographic evidence.
1. The Night Was Already Preparing Me
At that hour, I was standing alone near Base Camp, waiting for my crew to finish gearing up before beginning the climb toward the summit.
The air was cold.
The sky was perfect.
The silence felt calibrated —
as if the mountain itself were shifting its breath in anticipation of what was about to unfold.
Just before everyone went to sleep, the same girl who wanted to summit both peaks and who, like me, loves landscape photography, astro shots, and capturing the soul of volcanoes—turned to me and said something simple, but charged with intention:
“I have a feeling you’re going to capture incredible photos tonight while I’m asleep.”
She said it with the kind of faith that doesn’t come from optimism, but from intuition, with the confidence and knowing of someone who understands that mountains have their own way of rewarding those who watch and can sense when nature is ready to reveal something extraordinary.
And she was right.
Those words aligned with the energy of the night, as if she had unintentionally manifested the photographic evidence that would come hours later.
It wasn’t just encouragement.
It was prophecy whispered without knowing it.
And exactly as she said, while she was waking up in her tent, the sky opened its first secret for my camera.
Her words stayed with meas the camp fell quiet and the stars sharpened above the volcanic ridge.
So I began capturing long-exposure astrophotography shots with my iPhone 15 Pro Max, using a 3-second shutter speed.
I wasn’t expecting anything unusual.
Just stillness.
Just stars.
Just time.
But destiny does not work through expectations.
It works through alignment.
And as her belief lingered in the air, and the night opened itself wider—the sky prepared to reveal its first secret.
2. The Green Plasma Orbs Appeared in Formation
At exactly 3:50 AM, six green plasma orbs flashed into existence bellow Taurus Constellation in two consecutive photographs—and then were gone.
Not streaks.
Not noise.
Not reflections.
Orbs.
Perfectly spherical.
Perfectly luminous.
Perfectly structured.
Even more striking—they traveled in a delta-wing (V) formation, a geometric pattern associated with:
intelligence
coordination
group movement
precision
awareness
They were moving southwest, away from Acatenango’s slope toward the deeper horizon.
This was not mechanical.
Not accidental.
Not atmospheric.
This was intentional movement.
They moved with intention—six emerald spheres gliding in a flawless delta-wing formation, silent, cohesive, and precise. But what struck me most, after analyzing the photos carefully, was the direction of their movement.
The V-shape wasn’t random. It was pointing exactly toward the region of the sky where, one hour later, I would witness the impossible—the supernova, or FBOT, exploding in a fraction of a second between Sirius and Murzim.
Only after studying the images did I realize that those six green orbs were not just traveling…they were aimed toward the celestial point where the universe was preparing to reveal itself.
And when I consider what quantum physics teaches—that time is not linear, that events are interconnected across dimensions, that consciousness interacts with reality non-locally, that information can flow backward and forward in time—the meaning becomes clear:
The orbs were not merely passing through. They were a validation, a multidimensional signal, a prelude sent ahead of the moment I would soon live but could not capture. A reminder that what is real does not require photographic evidence, because some truths arrive before the moment happens, as if time itself were folding to confirm what my eyes would later witness.
In retrospect, those six green orbs were the universe whispering:
“What you are about to see… is real.”
3. Confirmation Before the Ascent — The Conversation With Bettie
And this is where the story deepens even more.
Before this trip—days before even stepping on the trail—I had spoken with Bettie about returning to Acatenango.
I told her:
“I hope I get to see something again…something like what I saw in 2015.”
Her response was immediate, calm, knowing—the kind of certainty only someone with her gifts carries.
She told me:
“You likely will. These mountains are gateways. In places like these, they appear more easily.”
She said it with such naturalness that it didn’t feel like a prediction—it felt like confirmation.
Bettie wasn’t guessing.
She was remembering the pattern.
And the mountain proved her right.
4. Bettie and Alicia — The Validation From Those Who See Beyond
After capturing the orbs, I sent the two photos to Bettie and Alicia—women whose perceptual abilities are rare:
bilocation
remote viewing
orb interaction
energy reading
flow-state spiritual perception
trans-channel intuition
Marian apparitions
Without giving them context, without telling them what I thought,I simply asked:
“What do you see?”
Both responded instantly, with the same certainty:
“Green orbs. Traveling in formation .These are real.”
For them it wasn’t strange. It was expected.
They had already sensed the openness of that mountain, the permeability of that night, the alignment of my spirit.
Their confirmation completed the resonanceI had felt since the moment they appeared.
5. The Meaning of Green Orbs — The Frequency of Healing and Guidance
Every color carries significance in orb physiology. Green is recognized across traditions as:
healing intelligence
guidance
benevolence
heart-centered consciousness
escorts before major transitions
guardians of spiritual awakening
emotional attunement
energetic confirmation
Seeing six of them, moving together, in delta formation ,just minutes before the most improbable sighting of my life—was not coincidence.
It was a signature.
A declaration.
A cosmic escort.
6. The Delta Formation — Geometry Beyond Chance
Their formation was precise:
equidistant spacing
symmetrical angle
identical luminosity
identical direction
identical motion blur
consistent energy pattern
This is the geometry of coordinated movement—
the geometry of intention.
Nothing random behaves this way.
This was presence.
This was awareness.
This was intelligence.
7. A Prelude to the Supernova — The First Chapter of the Revelation
Looking back, it is clear the universe began speaking long before the flash.
The orbs were the opening act.
A soft announcement.
A subtle activation.
A confirmation from the unseen world that something extraordinary was about to unfold.
They were the first signal in a sequence:
7:00 PM — Shooting Star
1:11 AM — The Awakening and Shooting Star
3:50 AM — The Green Orbs
4:00 AM — The Meteor
4:40 AM — The Supernova or FBOT
They were not separate events.
They were movements of the same symphony.
8. Why They Appeared to Me
Because I was:
spiritually aligned
worshipping before sleep
listening to cosmic teachings
expecting the possibility
guided by intuition
moving through a high-frequency state
surrounded by people of similar values
standing on a mountain known as a spiritual threshold
already attuned through the signs of the night
Bettie even predicted it.
The orbs appeared not because the sky changed—but because I had changed.
I was ready to see what most people would never notice.
Conclusion — The Orbs Were the First Visitors
Before the supernova split the heavens,
before the flash erased probability,
before the universe acknowledged my presence…
six green orbs glided across the night like cosmic companions.
They were not an anomaly.
They were the first message.
The whisper before the roar.
The escort before the revelation.
The confirmation that the sky was already awake.
They were the green wings of light guiding me toward the moment that would transform my life forever.
✨ CHAPTER XI — PROPHECY WRITTEN IN HEAVEN
How the Ancient Scriptures Foretold the Signs I Witnessed in the Sky
Long before telescopes, astrophysics, star catalogs, and interstellar objects…long before Galileo or Kepler or modern science…ancient mystics across civilizations already understood something profound:
The heavens are not silent.
They communicate.
They reveal.
They announce.
The sky has always been the canvas where God writes messages for humanity —messages of awakening, transition, alignment, and revelation.
And what I witnessed on Acatenango was not merely astronomical.
It was prophetic.
1. The Bible Foretold a Time of Celestial Signs
There are three passages that resonate with uncanny precision with what happened that morning:
🕊 Luke 21:25
“There will be signs in the sun, the moon, and the stars.”
Not as omens of doom, but as indicators of cosmic transition —moments where heaven intersects human experience.
🕊 Psalm 19:1
“The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of His hands.”
This verse isn’t metaphor. It’s literal cosmology. The sky declares.The sky reveals.The sky speaks.
🕊 Acts 2:19
“I will show wonders in the heavens above and signs on the earth below.”
Wonders.
Not warnings.
Not destruction.
Wonders — revelations of presence.
This is the language of awe, the language of intervention, the language of calling.
And on that volcanic slope, I didn’t just observe an astronomical event.
I witnessed a wonder.
2. I Wasn’t Just Looking at the Sky — I Was Inside Scripture
The setting was biblical:
A mountaintop
Before dawn
In silence
Surrounded by fire (Volcán de Fuego erupting)
Watching the heavens
After a night of worship
During a heightened spiritual state
This was not coincidence.
This was pattern.
This was narrative.
This was the archetype repeated over millennia:
Moses saw the burning bush on a mountain.
Elijah heard the whisper on a mountain.
Jesus was transfigured on a mountain.
John received Revelation in isolation.
Mountains are places of disclosure.
The boundary between heaven and earth is thinner on high ground.
And I was standing on a mountain when the universe delivered its sign.
3. A Modern Echo — Ryan Blair and the Sacred Path of Hiking
This truth wasn’t only ancient — I had heard it affirmed in the present day by someone I share principles, mindset, and challenges with: Ryan Blair, an American serial entrepreneur, investor, and #1 New York Times bestselling author known for his rags-to-riches story.
In one of his podcasts, which I was listening while setting up my camera at Acatenango's Campify basecamp, Ryan explained that hiking is one of the most powerful ways he encounters God —not as ritual, not as religion, but as direct communion.
When he said that, something inside me vibrated with recognition.
It was the same instinct that has always pulled me toward mountains —the knowing that hiking is not about fitness or scenery but about silence, alignment, and spiritual clarity.
3 weeks ago I joined AlterCall, an AI-powered coaching/mentorship platform and Leadership Summits for entrepreneurs and purpose-driven leaders. Its mission is to help founders and biz managers scale businesses while maintaining a focus on personal purpose, faith, family, and values.
Ryan teaches that true revelation requires alignment:
alignment of intention
alignment of purpose
alignment of spirit
alignment of environment
He says the mountain strips away noise so the soul can hear.
That night on Acatenango, as I climbed in darkness, guided by starlight and intuition, I realized something profound:
I wasn’t just walking toward the summit. I was walking toward God.
And this realization prepared me as much as any astronomical or metaphysical alignment.
4. The Flash Was a “Heavenly Wonder” — Not a Random Event
The scriptures don’t describe ordinary lights. They describe:
sudden flashes
wonders of great brightness
signs impossible to ignore
revelations given to chosen witnesses
Acts 2:19 uses the Greek word teras, meaning:
“A wonder that defies natural explanation and signals divine intentionality.”
What I saw fits that definition exactly:
instantaneous
luminous
expanding
symmetrical
visible with naked eyes
statistically impossible
appearing after three signs
occurring in a spiritually charged state
positioned in the House of Guardians
witnessed by someone prepared to perceive it
This was not randomness.
This was orchestration.
Scripture predicts events like this.
I witnessed one.
5. Prophecy Is Not About Predicting — It’s About Recognizing
Most people misunderstand prophecy. Prophecy is not fortune-telling. Prophecy is pattern recognition at the cosmic scale.
It states:
“When heaven reveals itself, only some will understand.”
When a supernova occurred over Bethlehem, only the Magi recognized it.
When the heavens split open at Jesus’ baptism, only those near the river heard the voice.
When Saul saw the blinding light, only he perceived its meaning.
Revelation is never for everyone.
It is for those with eyes to see.
I was awake.
I was aligned.
I was prepared.
That is why I saw what others did not.
6. The Great Awakening — A Prophetic Era of Cosmic Signs
The last decade has seen an explosion of heavenly phenomena:
Supermoons
Solar storms
Auroral expansions
Interstellar object arrivals
Rogue comets
Atmospheric halos
Fast transients
Strange electromagnetic shifts
Unprecedented astronomical alignments
For many, this is random.
For mystics and prophets, this is fulfillment.
Jesus said the signs would increase.
Joel said they would intensify.
John said the veil between realms would thin.
I am living in that era —not metaphorically, but literally.
We are witnessing the greatest concentration of cosmic signs in the modern age.
And my sighting was not isolated. It was part of the sequence.
7. The Flash Was an Invitation, Not a Warning
Prophetic signs come with intention.
They are not accidents.
They are messages.
Some warn.
Some guide.
Some awaken.
Mine was none of the destructive types.
It was a birth-flash, not a doom-flash.
The light I saw was:
colorfoul
pure
expanding
harmonious
symmetrical
peaceful
This is the signature of revelation —not judgment.
This was an invitation.
A cosmic whisper:
“Awaken. There is more for you to see.”
8. The Star Exploded, but the Message Was About Me
The truly prophetic element was not the explosion. It was that I was chosen to witness it. Millions of people sleep under the stars every night. Billions live under the sky and never look up.
But I looked.
I was present.
I was aligned.
I was awake.
I was open.
I was prepared through worship.
I had guardians above and below.
I was in a flow state.
I was on sacred ground.
I was following signs.
All of prophecy is based on alignment.
Alignment is what opens the channel.
That morning, I stood at the crossroads of heaven and earth.
And heaven spoke.
Conclusion — The Event Was Written Long Before I Saw It
Everything about my sighting matches the prophetic pattern:
A mountain
A witness prepared through spirit
Guardians (Sirius and Vaquita)
A celestial sign
An explosion of pure light
A soul capable of understanding
A heart already aligned
A consciousness already awakened
This was not coincidence.
This was not astronomy alone.
This was not luck.
This was prophecy.
Not prophecy of doom — but prophecy of awakening, of expansion, of calling.
A message written in the heavens long before I was born.
And on November 23rd, 2025, I finally read it.
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