Encoded in Bulgaria – Part I

It was one of those places I didn’t have a clue what to expect.

“Well . . . what made you wanna go there?” asked my American aunt, over the phone, her tone reminiscent of fear and confusion. “A friend,” I replied, “met her in Mallorca and she’s from here.  We’re gonna hang out in the city for the week and adventure towards the seaside the following week.”  The truth is, Bulgaria was one of those places always waiting on the backburner for me.  I used to own a coffee table book, “The World’s Most Legendary Places,” and I remembered Bulgaria boasted three different legendary ancient sites.  I liked the idea it was an eastern European country somewhat out of my comfort zone, and to add to it, I had no preconceptions or false imaginings going in to it, clouding my experience.  So, still segregated to non-EU countries to keep with immigration requirements, Bulgaria was the next place after Croatia, and I hopped on a 4-hour flight from Dubrovnik to the capitol, Sofia. 

My friend, whose name in Bulgarian translates to, PeaceFlower, scooped me up from the airport and dropped me at my Airbnb looking onto a view of the city’s idyllic, Mount Vitosha.  Needless to say, there was culture shock after having spent a peaceful two weeks of writer-mode in my quiet village of Rozat, Croatia, purposefully avoiding crowds.  Sofia is a vast, bustling city, with all the noises and sensory exploitation that comes with it.  Adding to the culture “shock” comes the sounds of a Slavic language so foreign to my Romance-language-trained ear, yet with its sing-songy tone– softer sounding than Russian. There is a stereotype that these cultures are “colder” or harsher than your warm Western vibe, but after interacting with the people, I immediately felt their kindness, warmth, and openness.  

Happily couped up in my airy and bright Airbnb penthouse, my days were again filled with Unforgetting’s editing, and in the early evenings, I would venture out with my girlfriend in the crisp weather to walk the city’s beautiful, South Park together (the New York equivalent to Central Park), taking in the balmy firs and spruces, weeping willow trees and myriad of flowers.  When Friday came, we ventured to the downtown, had a drink at a cool hipster bar spinning vinyls, then ate at Check Point Charley, and sampled the national drink, rakia, made from grapes and will shock any tastebuds…think a mix between moonshine and brandy.  Bulgarian food is surprisingly delightful and boasts flavors that share influences from both a Slavik heritage as well as Mediterranean, Turkish/ Greek flare. One such example is Kyopolou, also known as Ajvar in other Slavik countries, is roasted red pepper and aubergine dip that I could devour by the spoonful.  At dinner my friend and I and two other Bulgarian males, shared impactful conversations about their country’s history and government, their restrictions, and the impact such measures had on their culture. It was my first time visiting a country with a communist history; a seriousness which struck a chord in me that had never been plucked. 

What I’m about to share now is a personal process I wouldn’t typically divulge in most conversations because, well, people might think me “out there” or crazy.  Gradually, something strange was happening to me. Although it was an experience difficult to articulate, because it stemmed from the subtle realm, it is pure truth.  So, the next day, as I was continuing work on the novel, and I noticed my back and neck hurting unusually for no reason.  I was so uncomfortable I decided to lay down in bed and write from there.  Gradually, I felt lethargic and even got a headache.  Am I getting sick, I wondered?  No, I didn’t have nasal or chest symptoms.  Do I have Covid, my mind continued?  Nope, I still had my taste and smell, and again, it doesn’t feel like a virus or a typical cold.  

That night, I was awoken from sleep, and in the midst of hazy sleepiness from the foot of my bed I “watched” as I felt bands of energies sweeping towards me, in what I can only describe and remember to be, continuous, clear-colored streams.  Somehow, I easily “tuned in,” and right away heard, “these are light codes coming in to you.”  Oh…I thought–I must have been quite compliant in my delirious state–right… I felt gratitude and simply went back to sleep as the waves continued.  Again, I was awoken in the night, but this time from both chills and fever sweats…body and headaches continuing.

When a mystical message and experience happens to you, what I can say is there is a process that occurs where your rational mind–the identifying ego–however you want to name it, battles with clarifying and integrating, what the hell happened? Or, what the hell is going on?  I had to overcome the strangeness of not fully understanding an experience which had never happened to me– at least not on a conscious level.  So, I did my research and sure enough, found my EXACT symptoms and was able to identify everything as a healing crisis– apparently from the light codes.  

Healing crisis can occur in anyone, for different individual reasons, and anytime some drastic shift in energy field is prompting an upleveling, for example.  A great big detoxification.  In turn, the body “sheds,” removing unwanted or obstructing forces resulting in a bit of physical discomfort.  Luckily, I have a couple of Intuitive friends that speak this language, and after consulting with one, found reassurance that what I was experiencing was true.  She also confirmed that our current planetary shift was warranting just these kind of occurrences, and that light codes coming in were now a new norm.  She encouraged me to rest my body, giving it the proper care it needed, and to drink plenty of water to aid in the flushing.  My symptoms ensued for days, and I continued to rest my body listening to what it required, napping and nourishing it as the shedding continued.  Luckily, this airy penthouse with wrap around balcony, gave me green views that nourished my soul during my time indoors, and I could be comforted in my curiosity to know more about these light codes.

So there, I said it.  I shared my experience, and I must say, it feels pretty liberating to not worry how it’s received.  Thankfully, part of this blog platform is for me to have the space where my voice is freed up and my unique authenticity is shared to the ethers.  I am exercising my EXPRESSION– especially since having grown up without my voice being heard or doing so.  Healing this voice by speaking my truth, in whatever form that may mean, has become a practice for me.  I’ve learned from experience that anytime anyone can act on and for their own authenticity–even when it’s difficult–by doing so, it ripples out, and usually has a grand effect on those involved.  Bring on the waves… 

Light codes still sounded and felt esoteric to me.  I wanted to learn and understand more about these things, and upon research found out that they’re like “your personal frequency transmissions or cosmic fingerprints. Every living being is encoded at birth with a specific set of codes that they are to transmit during their lifetime…” They are also: “Divine frequencies encoded with healing, information from the Universe and messages that can unlock higher frequencies of Love and Light available to you. Light Codes can support you in raising your vibration, activating your dormant DNA and tuning into your own Power, your own talents and gifts. They are everywhere and can be perceived and activated during meditation, deep states of relaxation, contemplation in nature, through Sound, Light Language, sacred geometries and feeling sensations.” https://www.andrealuizari.com/post/light-codes-your-dna  Ultimately these codes help you to align with your highest potential– if that has ever been an intention or goal.

With a lot of time to rest, and little endurance for shaping my chapters, I also dove into a series on Gaia, Initiation, with Matias de Stefano, that I found deeply, deeply interesting, about the origins of our ancient, human ancestry, the dimensions of the universe, DNA coding, and divine design, etc… My consciousness was definitely being flooded with new information and considerations as my focus and willingness to understand such phenomena was expanding more than ever. This program fulfilled insights I had been seeking to discover.   

Light codes and their understanding continue to unravel for me as my mind opens to its reality, and in turn, more truths are revealed and uncovered in my world.  After reading a recent book, Ana the Grandmother of Jesus, I am even able to relate these light codes to one thing Jesus established during his mission here on this planet.  One thing his presence did was plant codes that would help humanity transcend their natural order of subsisting, and uplevel and thrive in a braver existence with deeper fulfillment and untapped powerful potentials.  

Do I feel any differently?  It’s hard to tell.  But what I do know is I had asked for upleveling towards fulfilling my greater purpose here on this planet…aligning with my higher, truer self, and integration with my wondrous potential.  Light codes, activations, detoxifying and healing are just some of these steps there along the path.  And remember, you do, absolutely receive what you are deeply yearning for.