The name Jill Christine would not carry the meaning and symbolism it does without the name Jesus.

Many who are spiritually awakened feel more connected to the name Yeshua, believing something deeper may have been lost through translation over time.

To me, both names are meaningful.

Throughout my awakening, I began noticing how often names, symbols, timing, numbers, and experiences connected in ways that felt far beyond coincidence.

I also want to be transparent about something.

I have never read the entire Bible.

In fact, for most of my life, I knew very little about religion at all. Religion was rarely discussed in my home, and I was never deeply immersed in churches, doctrine, biblical teachings, or formal religious study.

It was only within the past few years, after feeling guided to step into the world and share what I had experienced during my awakening, that I began listening to portions of the Bible and exploring its history and deeper meanings for myself.

What I share in this book comes through direct experience, stillness, observation, inner transformation, and what I recognize as guidance from the Divine.

The different teachings, perspectives, and experiences, many things began connecting in ways I could no longer ignore.

One passage that stands out to me deeply comes from Matthew 6:5–8.

Not because it felt religious.

Because it felt true.

In the original Greek, Jesus says:

“And when you pray, do not be like the hypocrites...”

The Greek word translated as “hypocrites” is hypokritai, a word originally used for actors or performers wearing masks.

The teaching continues:

“Go into your inner room, close the door, and pray in secret...”

The Greek word translated as “inner room” is tameion, meaning a hidden chamber, inner room, or private place.

The verses continue:

“Do not use vain repetitions...”

The original wording refers to empty repetition without presence, intention, or understanding.

And finally:

“Your Father knows what you need before you ask.”

To me, these verses speak about going within. Stillness. Silence. Inner connection. Communion with the Divine beyond performance, ritual, and appearances.

Before my awakening, I never thought about spirituality, consciousness, energy, dimensions, or the soul. They were not subjects I discussed, studied, questioned, or even considered. I had very little understanding of what many of those concepts meant.

Much of my life was quiet, inward, and focused on healing, work, raising my children, and navigating everyday life.

That does not mean my life was unhappy. I experienced many beautiful moments, adventures, friendships, vacations, laughter, and memories that I will always treasure.

What was missing was not joy.

What was missing was awareness.

I was disconnected from the deeper understanding of my soul and the purpose behind many of my experiences. The subjects that would later become central to my life—consciousness, energy, spirituality, and the soul—were not even on my radar.

I believed life was exactly what it appeared to be.

Then something happened that changed me forever.

This book is a reflection of what unfolded after my awakening in 2018—the experiences I lived, the understandings that emerged, and the questions that opened within me about humanity, consciousness, the soul, and our connection to the Divine. 

Looking back at my childhood and the world around me now, I realize how blessed I was.

My family always had food. We shared meals together daily. We took regular vacations, mostly camping trips and visits with family. I spent a great deal of time outdoors and was an athlete throughout much of my youth.

I was raised by both my father and mother until my teenage years.

I attended church and Sunday school as a child, though I honestly remember very little beyond the song “Jesus Loves Me.” During some of my younger teen years, I attended youth group with friends, though it felt more centered around social activities than spiritual teachings.

Religion was never discussed in my home.

To my recollection, the words God, Jesus, pray, and prayer were rarely spoken. I never studied religion and rarely discussed it with others.

I married in early adulthood and became a mother soon after. Following my divorce, I spent many years raising my children as a single mother.

Life as a single mother was often difficult.

I struggled with my health, finances, and the constant pressure of simply trying to survive.

For much of my life, I was extremely sheltered from the outside world. I worked from home for most of the last twenty-five years and spent very little time around television, news, politics, religion, or large groups of people.

Politics were never discussed in my childhood home, and I did not fully understand the difference between Democrat and Republican until well into my forties.

One of the few subjects that captured my attention was health and nutrition.

I only read a handful of books throughout my life, and nearly all of them focused on food, diet, and how food affects the body.

My own health challenges eventually led me to the Blood Type Diet, which completely changed the way I viewed food and the body.

By my mid-thirties, I had already eliminated soda, artificial sweeteners, and heavily processed foods from my life. I began drinking filtered water in my twenties and spent years learning to listen to my body rather than blindly accepting what society claimed was healthy.

Over time, my health changed dramatically.

Asthma disappeared.

Allergies disappeared.

Sinus infections disappeared.

Digestive issues improved.

Many of the symptoms I had battled for years gradually faded away.

I began realizing the body can function very differently when it is given clean food and enough space to heal.

I also became fascinated by blood types and started asking nearly everyone I met if they knew theirs. I was surprised to learn that many adults do not know their blood type, and that it is often not included in medical records unless it is needed for a specific reason.

The more I learned, the more I wondered why it wasn’t tracked more closely—for research purposes alone, does it not seem valuable?

Looking back now, much of my life before 2018 feels quiet, isolated, and inward.

I was not immersed in religion, politics, media, or mainstream culture.

I was simply raising my children, searching for healing, and unknowingly preparing for what was about to unfold.

Life became very different after 2018. Everything I thought I understood about reality, humanity, God, and the soul began to shift.

I became deeply connected to the Divine through intuition, inner knowing, synchronicities, dreams, sensations, and what I can only describe as spiritual communication. At times, it felt as though my higher self and body were communicating with me both energetically and auditorily.

I also realized not everyone believed in reincarnation. Speaking about past lives had always felt natural to me, even as a child. I remember laughing in disbelief when I first learned that many Christians were literally waiting for Jesus to return and save humanity. I could not believe I had reached my forties without realizing so many people viewed spirituality that way.

After 2018, subjects such as energy, consciousness, frequency, dimensions, and the soul became part of my everyday language. I became highly aware of energy and emotion. I could often sense shifts in people, read rooms, and recognize things in the body and nervous system that others seemed to overlook. Tone, intention, and presence sometimes felt louder to me than words themselves.

I began to wonder whether psychics and intuitives were accessing what some describe as an energetic information field — later labeled by many as the Akashic Records. The deeper I explored, the more interconnected humanity began to feel to me, as though an invisible force flowed through all living things.

Much like children are taught that Santa Claus sees everything, I came to feel that every thought, action, emotion, and intention leaves some kind of energetic imprint. In my experience, the Divine seemed to exist both within people and throughout creation itself.

Over time, I began viewing human life less as a pursuit of survival or external success and more as a journey of healing, growth, and remembrance. It seemed to me that fear, trauma, conditioning, unhealthy lifestyles, and the constant noise of the modern world often disconnect people from their inner knowing.

I started referring to this experience as “Earth School.” A place where souls come to learn, evolve, and awaken through life itself.

As my awareness expanded, thinkers such as Albert Einstein, Nikola Tesla, and Edgar Cayce began influencing the way I viewed consciousness, energy, and reality. I also began hearing deeper meaning in music from artists like Michael Jackson, Bette Midler, and Bob Marley — artists I came to feel were expressing truths many people were not yet ready to fully see.

Even the words of Jesus Christ began taking on entirely new meaning to me. I started wondering whether many of his teachings pointed toward deeper spiritual truths humanity still may not fully understand, even as I begin writing this book in 2026.

I want to share something that changed my life forever.

In the spring of 2018, I experienced something I can only describe as falling through a wormhole.

I had stopped near Truth or Consequences, New Mexico, and slept in my truck near Elephant Butte Lake State Park.

The stars stretched across the sky like a living planetarium.

I was looking up at the stars...

and suddenly, I wasn’t just looking at them anymore.

I was in it.

Falling through space.

Darkness.

Light.

Geometry.

Movement.

Momentum.

There was color.

Like I was traveling through something beyond time...

beyond this reality.

And the strangest part?

Part of me was still here.

And part of me was somewhere else entirely.

We’ve all had moments where our awareness drifts somewhere else for a second—where someone is speaking and we suddenly realize we didn’t hear a word they said.

This experience was much more profound.

What I experienced was not a near-death experience.

My body was never in danger.

And yet, I came back completely changed.

I didn’t meet a figure or a being.

And yet, when I came back, I carried many of the same truths people around the world describe after profound spiritual experiences:

That we are more than physical.

That the soul exists beyond the body.

And that love, unity, and remembrance are what truly matter.

But here’s what is important.

None of it made sense right away.

From the spring...

into the summer...

and into the fall...

I was being shown things.

Moments.

Insights.

Experiences.

Yet I did not fully understand what was happening.

It was like something was unfolding through me while my awareness struggled to catch up.

Before all of this happened, I had asked God to show me myself healed.

And by golly, I felt shown.

What followed was both beautiful and difficult.

There were moments filled with synchronicity, wonder, connection, and transformation.

There were also periods many people would describe as the dark night of the soul.

Emotional unraveling.

Mental unraveling.

Spiritual unraveling.

Energetic unraveling.

Yet every time I moved through another layer, something within me expanded.

During that period, I became intensely aware of the suffering, imbalance, and division happening across humanity.

At the same time, I could feel something else.

A possibility.

A knowing that humanity does not have to continue living this way.

A feeling that something is changing.

There were moments of bliss.

Moments of deep connection.

Moments that changed me permanently.

Moments I still struggle to put into words.

I began understanding Heaven differently.

Not as a destination reached after death.

As a state of being. A state of consciousness. Something we carry within us.

The understanding I gained did not come through organized religion.

Prior to these experiences, I knew very little about the Bible or religious systems in general.

What unfolded came through direct experience, intuition, symbolism, synchronicities, and inner knowing.

And then...

in the fall of 2018...

everything clicked.

I had an epiphany.

And in that moment...

it felt like I was dropped back into my body with full awareness.

Like I was zapped back down to Earth.

And suddenly...

I understood.

I understood what I had been shown.

I understood what I had felt.

I understood the energy...

the connection...

the truth of it all.

And I knew...

I had agreed to something.

A mission.

A path that would not be easy.

Because when you come back seeing the world differently...

you also see how much has been forgotten.

I began understanding things I had never been taught.

That balance matters.

That something sacred has been missing.

And that humanity has been living beneath layers of programming...

fear...

belief systems...

and disconnection.

Waking up did not make life easier.

It made life harder.

Because now I could see

.

I could feel the imbalance.

I could feel the Earth.

I could feel the gap between how we are living...

and how we are meant to live.

And then you look at the world...

and you see something very different.

People struggling just to survive.

Systems disconnected from life.

Nature responding.

Disconnection everywhere.

So I started speaking.

Sharing.

Trying to put words to something that honestly feels beyond words.

And eventually I realized something important:

I’m here to remind.

To remind you:

You are not just a body.

You are a soul.

You are part of something much bigger than what we’ve been taught.

And I truly believe this:

There is a shift coming.

A collective awakening.

Something that reaches far beyond any one person.

So I am asking...

not for belief.

Not for agreement.

Only for openness.

For curiosity.

For the willingness to zoom out and ask:

What is really going on here?

Because I have seen something.

I have felt something.

And I know, with everything in me, that humanity is capable of so much more.

Years later, I discovered modern wormhole theory traced back to Albert Einstein and Nathan Rosen through what became known as the Einstein-Rosen Bridge in 1935—the same numbers as my birth time in military format: 19:35.

One of the first things introduced to me during the awakening was Reiki and the chakra system.

Shortly before my wormhole experience, I received my first Reiki attunement and learned about the chakras—the energetic centers of the body.

Prior to that, I had never heard of them.

What surprised me most was discovering that many people have never heard of chakras at all, while others view them as a belief system or spiritual practice.

I came to understand them differently.

To me, the chakras are part of the human energy system itself.

Just as the circulatory system, nervous system, endocrine system, and respiratory system are part of the physical body, the chakras are part of the energetic body.

My awakening changed everything.

I came to understand that we are far more than physical bodies.

The body is the vessel.

The soul is the eternal aspect of who we are.

I came to understand it as our light body—the energetic aspect of ourselves that exists beyond the physical form and remains connected to the Divine.

This is what I had begun to glimpse in those early days after 2018 — what I came to call Earth School—a place where souls learn through relationships, challenges, healing, love, loss, and self-discovery.

Much of the journey involves remembering who we truly are beneath fear, conditioning, trauma, and distraction.

The spiritual path became less about religion and more about remembrance.

Remembering who we are.

Remembering why we are here.

Remembering our connection to one another and to the Divine.

The more I learned, the more I understood that true healing involves the mind, body, emotions, energy, and soul working together in balance.

I also came to understand the importance of masculine and feminine energy.

Every human carries both.

Much of the imbalance I witnessed within myself, within others, and throughout society reflected an imbalance between these two forces.

As I continued exploring these understandings, the sense of reincarnation I had always carried naturally — something that had felt true to me even as a child — deepened into a fuller understanding of soul growth, soul contracts, and the higher self.

Rather than seeing life as a random series of events, I began seeing patterns, lessons, and opportunities for growth woven throughout the human experience.

That imbalance extended into something I came to understand as Divine Union as well.

I came to understand that every soul originates as a complete expression of the Divine and enters the human experience carrying both masculine and feminine energy.

One of the lessons of Earth School is learning to bring those energies into balance within ourselves.

The more I healed, the more I realized that true union begins within.

Divine Union became less about finding another person and more about becoming whole.

It became about embodying my higher self, living in greater balance, and remembering who I truly am.

Only then can a sacred partnership reflect that same balance.

To me, the journey is not about finding someone to complete us.

It is about becoming whole first.

The more I healed, the more I realized that we often attract people who reflect our own level of healing, growth, and awareness.

In many ways, our relationships become mirrors, showing us the parts of ourselves that still need healing, balance, and love.

And above all else, through everything I experienced, one truth remained constant:

Love is the most important thing.

 I only made it to Genesis 2 before I found myself going down an entirely different rabbit hole.

Instead of continuing forward, I became fascinated by the history behind the texts themselves.

The translations.

The timelines.

The names.

The original languages.

The deeper I looked, the more questions appeared.

After noticing how wording shifted across different editions, I found myself wanting to get as close as possible to the original Hebrew and Greek meanings behind it all.

I don’t know Hebrew.

I don’t know Greek.

And then I had a realization...

AI translates.

Human beings translate.

Meaning shifts.

Interpretation shifts.

That realization stopped me in my tracks.

I understood how easily meaning can change as information passes from one language, one culture, and one generation to the next.

As I researched further, I learned that the writings making up the Old Testament were composed over long periods of time before Jesus was born, while the New Testament was written after His death by followers, scribes, and communities across generations.

That surprised me.

I realized many people speak about the Bible as though Jesus personally wrote it.

He didn’t.

What we call the Bible is a collection of writings assembled across centuries through many different human voices.

That realization changed the way I viewed it entirely.

I no longer saw it as a single book written at one moment in time.

I saw it as a collection of stories, teachings, histories, letters, interpretations, and experiences that traveled through countless hands before reaching us.

To me, it felt a bit like a giant game of telephone.

That did not automatically remove spiritual value from the texts.

It simply changed the way I approached them.

I began separating the possibility of Divine wisdom from the assumption that every word arrived untouched and unquestioned.

It also led me to a deeper question:

What is “The Word”?

Many people refer to the Bible as the Word of God.

Yet God did not physically write the Bible.

Human beings did.

That realization caused me to pause and look more deeply into what the term “The Word” may have originally meant—a topic we will explore later.

Around this same time, I found myself watching countless videos about ancient Egypt, the pyramids, ancient architecture, inscriptions, stonework, vase designs, and discoveries some researchers associate with the mud flood theory.

The more I explored ancient history, the more fascinated I became by what our ancestors may have known, built, and understood.

That curiosity eventually led me deeper into archaeology, ancient texts, and discoveries such as the Kuntillet Ajrud inscriptions—findings from the Sinai Desert dating back to the eighth century BCE.

What caught my attention was a reference that appeared to mention “YHWH and his Asherah.”

I found that fascinating.

Not because it proved anything with certainty.

Because it echoed something I had already come to understand during my awakening.

One of the clearest understandings I received was the importance of balance between masculine and feminine energy.

By this point in my journey, I had already begun noticing that same theme repeated throughout many ancient cultures.

Again and again, I found stories of Sky Father and Earth Mother, gods and goddesses, masculine and feminine principles existing together in balance.

Seeing possible traces of the feminine connected to ancient Hebrew traditions immediately captured my attention because it aligned with what I had already come to understand.

Whether the various interpretations of the inscriptions are correct or not, the discovery felt significant.

To me, it suggested that the feminine may have played a larger role in ancient traditions than many people realize today.

As I continued studying history, I noticed a pattern. Over time, the names changed, the stories changed, and the feminine seemed to gradually fade into the background. What once appeared as a balance between masculine and feminine increasingly became centered on the masculine alone.

The Goddess no longer appeared.

To me, this imbalance remains one of the greatest challenges facing humanity today.

The more I observed the world around me, the more I saw the consequences of masculine and feminine energies existing out of balance—within individuals, relationships, institutions, and society itself.

What fascinated me even more was discovering that the Kuntillet Ajrud inscriptions were found in 1975—the very year I was born.

Another moment where history, symbolism, and personal experience intersected in a way I could not ignore.

At one point in my research, I discovered that the exact birth year of Jesus Christ is not actually known with certainty. Most historians estimate He was likely born somewhere between 6 BCE and 4 BCE.

What surprised me most was not the date itself.

What surprised me was realizing I had never really thought about any of it before.

Prior to my awakening, I had never seriously studied religion, creation, biblical history, or even the origins of the calendar itself.

Like many people, I simply accepted the timeline without questioning it.

I never stopped to consider that “BC” and “AD” were tied to the estimated life of Jesus.

I never considered who created the calendar.

I never questioned how the dates were determined.

And I certainly never realized historians believed Jesus was likely born several years before year 1.

The more I explored, the more I realized how many things I had accepted throughout life without ever stopping to ask where they came from.

I also discovered that many scholars believe Jesus was probably not born on December 25, a date associated with Christmas centuries later.

Again, I was surprised.

Not because I had strong beliefs about it.

Because I had never really thought about it at all.

As I continued exploring ancient cultures and religious traditions, I noticed recurring themes appearing over and over again.

Sky Father and Earth Mother.

Gods and Goddesses.

Masculine and feminine principles existing together in balance.

Creation emerging through the harmony of both.

By this point, balance between the masculine and feminine had already become one of the clearest understandings of my awakening.

As I looked through history, I began noticing similar themes appearing across cultures around the world.

Whether those ancient traditions understood these ideas in the same way I do is impossible to know.

Yet I found the recurring patterns fascinating.

What made all of this even more interesting to me personally were the symbolic connections I began noticing within my own life.

When was Jesus born?

Somewhere between 6 BCE and 4 BCE?

I found that fascinating.

My initials are JC.

I was born on the 6th day of April — 6 and 4.

I later discovered that the name:

Jill is often associated with “Child of God,” 

while Christine is connected to meanings such as “Follower of Christ” or “Anointed.”

To me, these synchronicities became part of the symbolic language that seemed to emerge throughout my awakening journey.

Whether others see meaning in those connections or not, I found them impossible to ignore.

They became part of a much larger pattern of symbols, synchronicities, timing, names, numbers, and experiences that continued unfolding throughout my life.