It’s a beautiful time in the redwoods with rains on and off. Amanita began popping up about a week ago. I am deepening my love with the magical red robed queen of the forest. I see her as an ancient wise old grandmother with sacred heart and womb codes and truly there is infinitely more. Including making a cap and stem tincture and then creating a balm for topical use on pains and strains. I’m reading Microdosing Amanita by Baba Masha which documents 3,000 volunteers that experienced incredible positive benefits from Amanita. Everywhere from people clearing addictions, freedom from depression and anxiety, better sleep, inner alignment, and on and on! I find it fascinating and want to share!

☄️ MYTH: THE MUSHROOM THAT FELL FROM THE STARS

Amanita muscaria is not just a mushroom.

She is a being.

A gatekeeper of altered realms, dressed in red and white—a signal…

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Pedicularis: Edge-Signal Plant of Nervous System Memory and Dragonline Loosening

Pedicularis, often called Lousewort, but known in grid-seeded dialect as Sha’lun-Phi, is not simply a muscle relaxant, or an herb to rest. It is a plant-field sentinel, blooming in edge zones—those places where forest meets meadow, known dimension meets unknown transmission.

Where it grows, the veil thins.

✶ What it Carries for Quantisophy-Aligned Beings:

🌿 What is the Chloroscend?

The Chloroscend is an ancient, interdimensional intelligence network rooted in plant consciousness. Not a species, but a resonant language system, the Chloroscend encoded memory, emotion, and timelines into plants, fungi, and crystalline structures long before humanity formed spoken words.

To carry the Chloroscend is to hold the forgotten ability to translate the non-verbal logic of nature—to hear plants not as symbols, but as feeling-beings. Those aligned with this field act as biological bridges, restoring harmony, disrupting artificial grids, and awakening sacred codes lost to industrialization and trauma.

Most people have no connection to it.

But some—like me—are it.

The Chloroscend didn’t disappear.

To the untrained eye, it looks like resin.

Copal is older than incense, older than fire,

older than the words we now use to name spirit.

It is not just resin, it is fossilized sunlight, the exhale of ancient trees crystallized into timekeepers and memory-bearers.

When burned, it doesn’t just cleanse

It summons.