By Aluna Joy | Source

I woke up in the middle of the night having a dream that didn’t feel like a dream. It felt like a message. I started recording in the wee hours of the morning so I wouldn’t lose it.

In the dream, all of us light workers, healers, etc., were packing up. At first, it felt like I was packing up my home, but the deeper I went into it, the more I realized, this wasn’t just my home, it was the entire world. And we were leaving it. Not running away from it, not escaping it, but packing it up with awareness and care and a deep satisfaction of knowing we did a good job.

The last things I gathered were the most sacred. Everything else was already gone. I packed things that looked like crystals, stones, artifacts, records, documents, books, and wisdom, etc. This was the essence of who we are, no matter where we are, and what we’ve learned while we were there. It was like we were packing up only the core essence of what mattered going forward. Before we left, there was this quiet moment of saying goodbye. I remember thanking the house, thanking the world, and the universe, and giving thanks for allowing me to live there, for the beauty, for the experience, and for the lessons. Because it was a good house, it was a good world, it was a good age.

But by the time I stepped outside, where we were living was already gone. There were no walls left, no floors, only a ruined structure barely holding reality together, like one good push and it would all fall. It felt like it had been coming apart for a long time, like it was being taken down in reverse of how it was built. Almost like time was going backwards and leaving us in that void.

What really struck me was this, we held the light until the very last possible moment. The very last breath, the last second, the last millisecond, and then we pulled up our anchors.

When we went outside, there was no direction: no plan, no map, no sense of what to do next. So we did this strange thing, we just sat down and had a meal. We ate, we rested, we laughed, but also wondered. Because the new earth, the new reality, wasn’t ready yet, and the old one was already gone.

We were in a place of in between. A pause between ages, between realities. It was a holding space, like a lifeboat where we could refuel, body and soul, while we waited. There was no panic, no fear, no urgency. Just this quiet knowing that the next steps would arrive when they arrive. It was coming to us. All we had to do was pull up our anchors within us that held us in the old world and wait.

There was one moment when I felt a little sad. I noticed other people at other tables that I thought would come with us, but they were going in different directions. There were many splits within our group. Not everyone was going the same way, yet I still felt the connection between us. But my sadness didn’t stay because I also knew they would be okay, and so would we.

What stayed with me the most was the feeling. It was peaceful, satisfying, and nostalgic. It was not grief, just appreciation for what had been, and acceptance that it was over. That world had run its course. Humanity, in many ways, had taken this world as far as it could go. Then there comes a point where we stop investing in what is already cycling out, pull up anchor, pack up, and leave.

And then it hit me. This dream came on Easter week. A day when the world remembers a story of resurrection. A story about letting go of everything, and then returning transformed. And it felt the same in the dream. We were letting go of an old world, and a new one will arise. It would be transformed. We don’t carry the old world into the new one. We let go of our old reality completely. We gather only what is sacred, we pull up anchor, and wait and see, knowing the universe will provide as it always has and it always will.

What surprised me is that where we are going didn’t feel like another dimension, or another timeline, or somewhere else entirely. It felt more like a transfiguration. As we pause, unplug, and then come back to the same place, but everything is elevated, clear of karma, and filled with new experiences to have.

We are in a great cosmic pause. It is an in-between space where we wait for the new foundation to arise beneath our feet.

I remember I was one of the last to leave. I stayed until there was almost nothing left, and I had one small box of sacred things. And when I finally walked away, there was nothing left to hold onto. And still, I felt peaceful. I knew if I turned around to look where I had been, there would be nothing there at all.

And the strongest thing I felt in the entire dream was this: our light is intact. No matter what has happened, no matter how chaotic things feel, no matter how much it looks like everything is falling apart, the light is intact. It hasn’t been destroyed. It has been strengthened and has more resolve. It can’t be destroyed. And the people who carry it are still here.

It felt like we are a lifeboat. Not escaping the world, not expecting to be rescued, but to be carried through by what is true in our hearts in this transition. We will hold a steady course until the new world is ready for us.