The Untold Story of 222

Sometimes there just aren’t words.

I feel quite tearful even writing this right now.


On Saturday, during our journey to Atlantis,

as I’ve mentioned a couple of times,

there were 12 people on the journey in real time,

and it was very clear that that number was precisely the number

that were supposed to take the journey together the first time.


While we were in the gorgeous temple of Light,

there were specific light beams that people were invited to go to

and to stand under and to receive specific codes and numbers flowing through…

and while I was sharing these instructions, the number 222 kept flowing through my lips.


Over and over again, I said it.


And at the time,

I knew there was a reason for it,

but I didn’t know what it was

— this is the beauty of these journeys and indeed this work.


I am, in many ways, on the treasure hunt with all of you,

and that’s what makes it so fun. I have crazy access behind the scenes,

and one of the greatest gifts I possess is trusting that what comes through is coming through

for a reason that even my conscious mind may not understand, but I recognize the energy of it.


After the journey, I went to get a mani-pedi (of course) and the number 222 kept showing up.

It literally flashed at me from inside one of the utensils and again and again i saw it all day.


I’ve been hearing from many of you that you also have been tuning into that specific number.

In addition to there being 12 on the initial journey, there was a very specific formation that took place inside the temple where everyone was invited to stand under a specific light beam and receive their codes. It was very clear that the formation connected in some way to the Kaballastic Tree of Life. But I couldn’t remember if there were 12 or 10 aspects to the Tree of Life, so yesterday, I googled the words Tree Of Life and the Number 12 to see. And guess what came up?


I have chills in my feet even sharing this.

Every google find that came up was a specific stanza from the bible,

and guess what number the stanza was?

You guessed it. 

Revelations 22.2

The River of Life
1Then the angel showed me a river of the water of life, as clear as crystal, flowing from the throne of God and of the Lamb, 2down the middle of the main street of the city. On either side of the river stood a tree of life, producing twelve kinds of fruit and yielding a fresh crop for each month. And the leaves of the tree are for the healing of the nations. 3No longer will there be any curse.

It seems that the Tree of Life and the number 12 are part of a very specific and incredibly beautiful stanza that essential closes the whole Bible. My heritage is Jewish and these passages were all completely new to me. And what’s even more remarkable is that it not only seems to be the closing pages of the bible but the very stanza described is pretty much a direct description of the journey we took together. 

If you have done the journey, you will 100% recognize almost every aspect of the Journey it in these words, and not only the scene described, but also the notion of Unity and Forgiveness and how in essence, the divide and the fact that the “curse” as the stanza puts it, is over. I have tears in my eyes as I write this.

The world is shifting quite rapidly, and the veils and thinning and thinning and thinning. Make no mistake about, we journey to these other realms to heal and inspire and to bring back and anchor the frequencies to these lands. We do not jet off too disassociate from this realm, we jet off, so that we can come back clearer, more inspired and aligned and with the Knowing in our Souls that we here in this lifetime to Know Joy and Love and Freedom. What an incredible reminder of the back-end support we have, every moment of every day. Bless you. Bless Me. And bless this Journey we are on together. And of course, if you are resonating with the number 222 and you feel the calling, join us on the journey to Atlantis. It is available at any time. Just like these frequencies of community, connection and divine divine transcendence. 

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