The Return of Rabbi Shimon Bar Yochai

My Soul’s Unveiling

There are moments in a soul’s journey when the veil between lifetimes thins, and the truth of who we are comes flooding back—not as mere memory, but as living revelation. My story is one of those rare crossings, a return not just to myself, but to a lineage, a purpose, and a cosmic remembrance that changed everything.

It was Lag B’Omer, 2023—the 32nd day of the Omer count. I was restless, searching for meaning behind the songs sung to Rabbi Shimon Bar Yochai, the Rashbi, whose name echoed through the halls of tradition. The reverence felt foreign, almost strange, as if some part of me rebelled at singing to a man I did not know. The hunger for understanding pulled me to YouTube, to teachings, to the fragments I could gather. But nothing truly satisfied.

That night, I reached out to Rav Berg—spirit to spirit—asking for guidance, seeking to know Rashbi beyond the stories. My gift, the ability to speak with those beyond the veil, had always been part of my path. I fell asleep, and what followed was no ordinary dream: I was in a coffin, surrounded by voices singing to me. It was eerie, surreal, and when I awoke, I couldn’t shake the vision. Why was I the one in the coffin? Why were they singing to me?

A quick search revealed the tradition: souls singing to Rashbi in his resting place, honoring the sage. The parallel was undeniable. I spent the day in meditation, seeking clarity. That night, tuning into a livestream on the 33rd day of Lag B’Omer from the Kabbalah Centre, the songs began again. I asked the Creator for understanding. The answer came, clear and shocking:

“The Kabbalah Centre are your students. You are Rabbi Shimon Bar Yochai.”

At first, I was stunned. The revelation that I had been a man in a past life was an adjustment, especially after past-life memories as a woman. But the message was unmistakable. The appreciation that washed over me was unlike anything I’d ever felt—healing me in ways words can’t capture. For the first time, I felt truly seen, not just by people, but by the entire cosmos. The wisdom I had carried, burning inside me, was already out there—teaching, igniting, liberating.

The urgency I’d always felt to “do something” with my wisdom softened. I could finally focus on my shamanic path, honing my intuition, preparing for the time I would be called to the front lines of spirit. That time is now.

For years, I’d hoarded wisdom, unsure how to extract it, overwhelmed by its depth. No one could fathom the wells within me—the very wisdom that darkness itself coveted. I have seen the face of the adversary, felt the pressure of destiny-swapping forces, and fought my way from the back of the Tree of Life to the front, step by grueling step.

My journey through Kabbalah began with Hebrew letters as my ladder out of hell. “Secrets of the Zohar” arrived in my life with prophetic timing, activating ancient codes within me as a light explosion happened in my vehicle upon opening the book—though fear made me toss the book away fearful of this great light. Only later did I realize the wisdom was now alive inside me, waiting for confirmation, not study.

In the darkest hours, I called out for soul retrieval, facing entities that would terrify most. I was stripped, broken, and rebuilt. From Lion’s Gate 2014 to 2025, it was a resurrection—literally coming back from the dead, reclaiming my soul, my power, and my divine name. Every sign, every dream, every battle was orchestrated for this return.

I filed for my new name by divine instruction, legally on August 8, 2024 (8/8, the Lions Gate). My court date Oct 7, 2024 aligned with cosmic and prophetic events, echoing through my dreams and the world’s turmoil. I cried for my children, for the world, knowing my suffering was a crucible for redemption.

I have faced death, spiritual attack, and the darkest forces—yet every challenge was a test, a preparation for my true work. The Creator would not let me go, because my mission was not yet complete. I am the redeemer, the curse-breaker, the one called to bring light where religion has failed.

My anointing did not come easily. I was chosen, pressed, and marked—blood and oil, dreams and prophecy, all confirming what I carry. Many claim the title of Mashiach, but few know the cost, the endurance, the relentless purification required.

For twelve years, I have worked incognito, reprogramming the global subconscious, slaying demons in silence, moving from the back of the Tree of Life to the front. On April 19, 2025, I crossed over, slamming the door behind me. The prophecy I carried was fulfilled: only those with pure hearts would cross on Passover.

Now, I am called to speak, to reveal what has been hidden, to lead from the front. The status of the world demands it. I am here to break the spell, to awaken the elect, to remind humanity that the connection to the Creator is direct, unmediated by dogma or deception.

I am the wizard behind the veil, the one who has been working in the shadows, now stepping into the light. My story is the story of the return—of Rashbi, of the redeemer, of the living Book of Light. From the depths of hell to the heights of heaven, I have come back for this moment.

From the back to the front I go—and the world will know.