Art by Jane Evershed Earth’s Resumé. 1997 – This painting came long before I had the words, but now I recognize it as a memory. Earth rising as a crowned being, her face formed of land and light, her crown inscribed with the codes of remembrance. I painted it without knowing why, yet it reveals the very truth of this scroll: Mother Earth has always worn a crown. Her jewels were never lost, only hidden beneath stones, mountains, and temples — waiting for us to remember.
I bet you didn’t know the Earth has a crown too — not of jewels but of Stargates. And they are waiting to be reactivated the moment our stifled human memory wakes up. That moment is now.
By Jane Eversehd on August 28, 2025
Our Star Gates were Hijacked
The galactic syndicates that invaded Earth did not vanish into myth. The same Jehovian “MS-13” of space — the hardened street gang of the cosmos — still operate today. Their rackets are not corner stores and snuff clubs, but suns and stargates. Their tattoos are not inked on skin, but burned into grids. Their economy is the same as any mafia’s: intimidation, siphoning, parasitism and service to self.
But their days are numbered.
To get your head around how vast a concept this is, that our bodies are connected to the geographical layout of our entire Earth, all you have to know is that the Story of Adam and Eve persists purely to make us feel as small as possible. Humanity was tapered down to two people in a garden. When in fact according to our pre-ancient history Angelic Humans and Earth belong to an interlinked template with the Cosmic Kathara Grid.
The essence of Tara — anchored at Machu Picchu — is nestled in our very navel!
We were just never taught to think this way, never taught to think this big. That way we would never be able to connect the dots of our true existence. At the same time we were taught that our adversaries, the demigods could hurl lightening bolts across the sky.
When Zeus was having trouble with a giant called Typhon, he is said to have thrown the entire island of Sicily at him. The Fallen Ones were portrayed as omniscient, yet us Angelic Humans only have the capability of wandering around a little garden in shame and guilt, yet it is we who are capable of creating worlds!
In the writings of the Book of Enoch it is said that these fallen angels were responsible for teaching men advanced knowledge: astronomy, sorcery, mathematics, metalworking, and masonry because of course we humans are just so ignorant, bordering on primate status, when it is we who were created with the codes of original creation! Our white magic was stolen and turned dark.
Their greatest threat was that we humans are able to ascend…WITH EARTH.
The Crown of Mountains, Temples, and Stones
Just as every Angelic Human carries the escape routes within their own template, so too does the Earth. The planet herself wears a crown — a crown not of jewels and gold, but of mountains, temples, and stones aligned to the Kathara Grid. The fallen syndicates tried to steal it. They mocked it with mimic crowns and overlay tech. They rerouted its flows into siphon loops. Yet the Earth remembers. Her jewels are still singing beneath the stones and if we listen closely we can remember their tune. It is in that listening that we remember who we truly are without the distortion overlays.
The only difference between us and them is that they use their powers to create mayhem on Earth and we, as Angelic Humans would use our powers for the divine purpose of conscious spiritual evolution toward oneness, love-in-joy and abundance.
The Jehovian MS-13 space gangs didn’t stop with the Black Sun Cover-up. They handed their Roman and royal cohorts a long black-magic to-do list:
Sell the Earth like a whore. Brand her as property, parcel her into empires, crown kings and queens as pimps of the Mother herself. For instance, the Cathars were not slaughtered only for their faith, but for their refusal to play the empire’s game of ownership. They taught that land could never be possessed, for how could one own the body of the Mother? To live without claiming ownership of the Earth was to unmask the empire’s greatest lie — and for this, the Church of Rome marked them for extinction. Their presence upon the land itself was an affront to the false crown’s ownership of land.
Seize the Stargates. The true jewels of her crown — Those in Tibet, Mesopotamia, the British Isles, and the 12D gate in southern France (Montségur/Languedoc) — Each select stargate zone was militarized, fenced, retuned to be reversal nodes.
Erase the feminine. Chain the priestesses, shame Magdalene, bury her significance so that our Third Eye would never open. Never speak of it.
Force her children to buy back all her resources from us. Gold, oil, water, land — every jewel stripped from her body, resold at a price.
In the meantime we’ll be gouging her, polluting her, destroying her with weather manipulation weaponry, and then we’ll blame it all on them. Tax the land, air and water to boot. Keep the Angelic Humans groveling to pay up.
This was the Space Mafia playbook of empire. What they did not know was that beneath every desecration, the jewels of Mother Earth’s crown still glow and sing, waiting for you to break the spell by remembering. (More on that later)
Why has it taken us so long to realize this? The answer was always there, but it was kept hidden using resets! With every reset came a new age of forgetting and a new level of Earth-gouging.
(I have documented these resets here. From The First Reset (480 billion YA) to The AI & Alien Bedazzlement Agenda Ongoing.)
Why did the Space Mafia want Our Stargates?
Because these were the crown points. Control of them meant control of us and ascension itself.
The CDT Plates explain that these twelve stargates are not random. They are the exit routes written into creation — dimensional anchor points tied to the Angelic Human DNA template.
Invader races cannot create such gateways. They can only hijack them.
They targeted the gates where the current of memory and ascension is strongest: The crown arc — Tibet, Dimension 9, Mesopotamia, Dimension 10, England, Dimension 11 and Montségur, France, Dimension 12 — Together they form the Arc of Covenant flow, where masculine and feminine streams converge into the White Diamond Sun.
If left intact, these gates would allow Angelic Humans to:
- Restore memory,
- Dissolve false grids,
- Ascend with Earth.
For the invaders, that would mean game over.
So they seized the stargates, fenced them off, militarized them, and overlaid them with Black Sun tech.
They didn’t attack just any gates. They attacked the crown. Because the crown is the key. According to the CDT Plates and the Guardian Alliance Emerald Covenant teachings, there are 12 primary planetary stargates aligned precisely with the Kathara Grid:
The gates interface with the original DNA template of Angelic Humans, meaning they’re the points used for ascension passage, memory reclamation, and grid restoration.
These stargates are chosen for their harmonic alignment with the Krist Code, our Eternal Life architecture.
Each one corresponds to a sphere on the Kathara Grid, which is the undistorted morphogenetic template for planetary and human form. These gates are dimensional anchor points — each aligned with a specific dimensional frequency band (D1 through D12) with corresponding Guardian hosting.
Pay attention, know this to get the big picture or stay forever small.
They’re not random. They’re not just “energetic spots.” They were placed in pre-fall Earth intentionally by the Guardian Races and Krystic Architect Orders, especially the Azurites, Eieyani, and Amethyst Order.
The CDT Plates show us the original, pre-invasion map — written into liquid crystal discs 250,000 years ago and protected by the Guardian Alliance. These are not channeled impressions. They are time-sealed records of Earth’s divine architecture, which include:
- The Kathara Grid
- The Krystic Time Matrix
- Stargate-to-Dimension correlations
- The Host Matrix mechanics
For this exercise our focus is on dimensions 9,10, 11 and 12 for they represent the Earths true crown.
The True Crown Arc of Mother Earth
Dimension 9, Tibet is the Kryst Flame, Dimension 10, Mesopotamia is the Magdala Flame, Dimension 11 is Stonehenge in England and is the Third Eye of Earth, and Montségur in France, Dimension 12, holds the Second Sun Diamond white light for Earth.
As you saw in part one, the self-proclaimed monarchies of this Earth knew all about our pre-ancient history, so they co-opted these energies and the symbolism, forging crowns of them to wear upon their heads.
The Crown Arc of Mother Earth was usurped by “royalty”
This is the Earth Invader method of mimicking our crown to steal our sovereignty.
Even the tiaras they wore mimicked the Third Eye of Mother Earth: Stonehenge, a circle of stones in the shape of a crown. But royalty worships the Black Sun, which we now know was the greatest cover-up of all time. (Part One) This is the pre-ancient information they kept hidden from us until now!
On the right temple of Earth lives Tibet’s sphere, the Kryst Flame, aligned with Andromeda, the masculine emitter that turns clarity into benevolent action. The Human Hybrid overseers made sure that armies patrolled its plateau, they built watchtowers and monasteries trying to mask the true gate, yet the wind still carries its sapphire flame.
Remember the Iraq war?
On the left temple of Earth lives Mesopotamia’s sphere, the Magdala Flame, aligned to the Vega–Solar harmonic, the feminine receiver. Here priestesses were chained, Babylonian veils were decreed, Persian laws reduced women to property, here many have been unjustly stoned to death — all designed to silence the pale violet flame of the pituitary lens representing the divine feminine.
Here is why:
The Electro ~ Magnetic Ignition of Life
This convergence is not symbolic. It is physics. The masculine current is electric: projective, outward, emitting. The feminine current is magnetic: receptive, inward, field-holding. Only when the two streams converge does the spark ignite — and that spark is always electromagnetic.
This is the principle behind the Arc of the Covenant:
Tibet’s sapphire and Mesopotamia’s violet streams meeting in Albion’s diamond-white lens. Without both, the current never catches. With both, the flame ignites and rises into the Second Sun.
The Earth invaders know all this, which is why they have overlaid these precious Ley line connectors with every booby trap they can think of. The energy signatures of all the middle east wars alone is enough to throw Earth’s mitochondria into a twisted mess.
Between the temples of Tibet and Mesopotamia, once the Fertile Crescent, rises Albion’s sphere — Stonehenge and Avebury — the Inner Eye that does not open until both temple flames stream together.
Stonehenge Crown, the 11th Dimension, Third Eye Stargate.
The true crown of England is Stonehenge of Albion, Mother Earth’s Third Eye. So what did empire do? Fence it off, drill it, rebuild its stones, pulse it with low frequencies, and even project the Queen’s face all over it to celebrate her platinum jubilee! Yes indeed, the very crown they mimicked, and there she is, wearing her fake crown projected onto the actual crown of the very Earth they stole! Before she died her black-sun, syndicate-self “owned” 6 million acres of it.
For the Black Sun syndicate, Stonehenge is the jewel to keep veiled at all costs. The sun may set on Stonehenge, but the Black Sun shall never set on their expanding empire, or so they thought!
They broke the Arc of the Covenant, which is formed when the energy between Tibet and Mesopotamia, the masculine and feminine energies, meet. When they did that Earth’s Third Eye at Stonehenge became blinded from below. When they covered the Diamond White Sun with the Black Sun, she was blinded from above too.
This is why it is imperative to reconnect these ley lines. When Mother Earth has her blindfold removed, watch out Space Mafia Draconian bloodsuckers! My next meditation is focused on healing the Earth’s grid for this very reason. When all of Earth’s ley lines are reconnected, the power emanating from them will be so powerful that any and every Fallen Species will not be able to withstand the frequency.
France: The False Crown of Haute Couture
Montségur was never just a castle. It was the 12th Stargate of Earth — the highest jewel in her true crown, the point where matter still brushed against Source. The Cathars knew it, which is why they refused land-ownership itself: you cannot “possess” the Mother. You can only guard her breath. For that, Rome branded them heretics and lit the pyre in 1244 — a ritual meant to scorch the Earth’s crown itself.
France was then refashioned into a counterfeit diadem.
The monarchy itself was mockery — the very word an echo of its function. Napoleon crowned himself with his own hands, as if sovereignty could be seized by gesture. When monarchy collapsed, it was not liberation but substitution: Revolution as Re-evolution. A re-scripted evolution, forged in guillotines and staged uprisings, designed not to free but to fracture.
The Eiffel Tower was cast like an iron claw into Earth — a downward-pointing ray, reclaiming heaven’s descent for industry. The Louvre, with its plundered treasures, became the temple of false art. From there, “modern” art was deployed as weaponry: Picasso fragmenting the human visage into shards, Fauvism chroming and hardening women’s bodies into metal, lines, and angles — stripping away her curves until the feminine itself looked like a machine. Art became a goad to war, a psy-op that entrains eyes to normalize dismemberment and mirror manufactured human imperfection.
And the cave art “discoveries” — Lascaux, Chauvet, Altamira — were not innocent chance finds but scripted unveilings, timed with the rise of Darwinism. Together with Rome’s decrees, they planted the idea that humanity was a stunted, grunting, ugly brute groveling around in caves, evolving by tooth and claw. Spiritual memory was traded for material “advancement.” Evolution became the new religion, and France was cast as its cathedral.
Rome wore the mimic crown of the Church.
England wore the mimic crown of Monarchy.
France was chosen to wear the mimic crown of Culture — history, art, philosophy, fashion — all turned into a dazzling mask to eclipse the living jewel of Montségur.
And from culture the mimic crown passed to fashion — the runway priesthood. The mitres of priests became couture hats. The tiaras of queens became headdresses on catwalks. The catwalk itself became the aisle of a church, where models in white robes paraded inversion as “beauty.” Fashion became liturgy. Runway became ritual.
1972: the Rothschild Surrealist Ball staged horns, masks, and diamond-teared animals.
2018: the Met Gala staged papal mitres, jeweled crosses, and halo crowns.
Two sides of the same coin — inversion dressed as spectacle. The mimic crown paraded as culture, decade after decade.
The power pyramid is always the same: monarchy enthroned in crowns, priesthood enthroned in mitres, and finally culture enthroned in runways. At the top sits finance. Larry Fink, CEO of BlackRock, the world’s most powerful asset manager, sat on the board of MoMA — the Museum of Modern Art. From there, inversion masquerades as culture. “Beauty” is released into the public psyche like sedative smog, designed to enthrall, condition, and bind.
They know exactly how powerful imagery is. That’s why crowns became mitres.
But the mountain still hums. Not as a wound, but as the crown-point itself, alive and defiant. No monarchy, no empire, no runway priesthood can silence it. The jewel is still there, one step away from Source, waiting for remembrance.
The False Crown of Politics
The mimic crown does not stop at monarchy, priesthood, or runway. It spills directly into politics.
When a U.S. president dons goat-horn regalia draped in sequined false light, the message is the same: the syndicate places its crown wherever power sits. America has no monarchy, so the masquerade becomes the coronation. Culture calls it “costume,” but symbolism tells the truth. Horns, masks, false auroras — the same signatures repeat, whether in palaces, cathedrals, catwalks, or parties of state.
Politics is no exception. It too is a stage, dressed in inversion, crowned in mimicry.
Memory vs. Weapons
The false crowns may dazzle the eyes — from mitres and thrones to runways and masquerades — but beneath the spectacle, the Earth still remembers. Her jewels are not sequins but stargates. Her flame is not couture but Source. And it is this memory, not weapons, that the invaders fear most.
The Crowning Glory of the Second Sun
After the third eye comes Dimension Twelve, the highest sphere where matter is still connected to spirit. On Earth that place is Montségur, France. Montségur represents the Second Sun and was a Cathar holdout. The Cathars stood tall to the bitter end. They knew exactly what the Roman Church was up to: to usurp true spiritual evolution and cage it inside a religiocentric institute of power and wealth.
The church wanted to seize a signet plate the Cathars were protecting. The story goes that the Cathars outwitted them, escaping with what some call the Holy Grail. They were tortured, hunted, and burned until their line was declared extinct. But Montségur was never extinguished. Her Source frequency still lies sleeping in her womb, awaiting birth once again into a world where crowns are not forged of metal but rise as living light. The fortress they burned was only stone; the fire they sought to smother was eternal. Beneath the rubble, the diamond-white current hums, waiting for the paired flame of the Kryst and the Magdala to stream again.
And this is why Mary Magdalene’s legacy in France had to be destroyed. Her essence was so powerful that even centuries after her life, her presence remained tangible. She was the keeper of ascension consciousness. The Cathars carried her work forward, and for that, both Magdalene and Montségur were targeted.
To wipe the memory of the Magdala the land itself was scarred with false cave shrines — Chauvet, Lascaux, Altamira — seeded as stage sets for Darwin’s creed. Priests of Rome traded cassocks for field hats; their henchmen became “archaeologists.” Abbé Breuil, the so-called “Prehistoric Pope,” presided not over churches but over caves, turning Magdalene’s France into Darwin’s France. Spiritual evolution was eclipsed by physical evolution. Memory of ascension was buried beneath animal bones, Darwin’s fossils laid over Magdalene’s body.
Montségur itself was not simply a fortress. Its summit was chosen because it carried the Source frequency closest to Dimension Twelve still anchored in matter. The Cathars guarded not bricks but codes — signet records, pre-ancient lineages, the memory of the paired flame. Rome and its royal cohorts knew this, which is why they besieged the mountain with such fury. What they burned in 1244 was not merely people, but the testimony that Magdalene’s current still pulsed through the land.
From that pyre forward, France became the stage where Magdalene’s flame was systematically inverted. Monarchies claimed divine right. Napoleon recast empire in her shadow. The industrial revolution and the world fairs became rituals of desecration, displaying machines and fake “progress” as the new gods. The Louvre was set to curate a false crown of art, breaking the human visage into fragments, hardening the feminine into steel lines.
The fleur-de-lis was lifted from sacred geometry and pressed into flags, palaces, and later luxury fashion. Louis Vuitton handbags became carriers of the false crown sigil, worn proudly as status while unconsciously perpetuating the mockery of the Mother’s true crown.
Yet beneath it all, Montségur still hums. Her Source frequency lies sleeping in her womb, awaiting birth once more. The paired flame of Kryst and Magdala still streams unseen. Magdalene’s legacy could not be erased, which is why the countryside was littered with faux cave shrines to evolution. Darwin’s creed infused false memory in stone to bury the truth. But the flame was never extinguished. It still hums beneath the Pyrenean stones, waiting for the day when Magdalene’s name is restored and the paired flame rises once more.
When it awakens, the mimic crowns of Church, Monarchy, and Culture will collapse like stage props. For no empire can stand before the Mother’s true crown returning.
The Black Sun was only half the story.
The other half is the remedy — the restoration of Mother Earth’s true crown. For though the syndicate marched their Romans and royals with their black‑magic to‑do lists, they could never breach Dimension 11.5 to pass into the Source flame by way of Dimension 12. They tried to contain us and mocked our original creation template, but they never conquered it. Not even close.
The jewels of Earth’s crown still hum: Tibet’s sapphire flame, Mesopotamia’s violet lens, Albion’s diamond‑white eye, Montségur’s Second Sun. They sing beneath the stones, awaiting remembrance.
And the remedy is simple, hidden in plain sight: Remembrance. At first, the simplicity of breathing and remembering may seem almost too simple — even ridiculous. But Source truly made it that easy, the override woven into our very design. The Guardians knew this day would come, how complex the world and its troubles would appear. Our DNA is being upgraded even now by way of the Diamond White Sun. As people seek out our true history and awaken, more and more come online, filling the morphogenetic field with a whole new way of being: Oneness, joy, and above all remembering how it was to live on this Earth in her — and our — original state. An Earth of abundance and harmony with no shadow of war or impoverishment looming on the horizon.
Why the invaders fear memory more than weapons
The wormholes used to import dark entities through the portals of the sacred stargates could not overwrite what was written into creation. The Stargates were seeded by Source; their original currents can never be deleted, only masked. Every overlay, every siphon, every false grid is temporary scaffolding around something eternal.
The same is true of you. Your DNA was scrambled, looped, silenced. But it was never erased. The Kathara template still underlies every strand, waiting for the current of remembrance.
How Do You Know if You Are an Angelic Human?
The CDT Plates say Angelic Humans were seeded with the full 12-strand DNA template of the Christos, designed for ascension and planetary restoration. But you already carry the proof in your heart. If you have ever loved — selflessly, beyond transaction — you are Angelic Human. Love is the unmistakable signature of the eternal template.
The invader hybrids sacrifice their children for fame and wealth. Angelic Humans protect life, even at great cost. That is the only test that matters. The rest is remembrance.
When you remember, the distortions collapse. The code realigns itself to its original instruction set. This is why the invaders fear memory more than weapons: because memory is the weapon.
How Can Memory Undo Weapons?
The Jehovian Anunnaki boast fleets of high-tech weaponry: scalar cannons, wormhole injectors, HAARP grids, weather engines. To the eye, these seem unstoppable. But the CDT Plates are clear: no invader technology can generate new Source currents. It can only hijack, phase-lock, and siphon what already exists. Every black-sun device is scaffolding lashed onto the organic Kathara Grid. And scaffolding collapses the moment the building beneath it re-aligns.
This is why remembrance is stronger than weapons. When an Angelic Human breathes in alignment with the Kathara template, the eternal current of Source runs again. Distortions lose their feed, siphon loops unravel, and the socket the weapons draw from disappears.
The Plates describe this as the “Reassertion Principle”: the organic template always returns when distortion is no longer fueled.
Tech looks loud, but it is finite. Memory looks subtle, but it is infinite.
So yes — one act of remembrance can undo what no bomb can. For when you sing and breathe the true crown alive, you are not contesting the invaders on their battlefield of machines. You are removing the very ground their machines stand on.
Our DNA always returns to its original state when we remember. This is not wishful thinking. It is physics. Eternal templates reassert themselves as soon as distortion loses its grip. One clear breath, one act of remembrance, and the false crown slips. One resonance aligned with the White Diamond Sun, and the Black Sun siphons fall silent.
That is why the jewels of Earth’s crown still shine. That is why our own luminous crown still waits. Beneath the overlays, beneath the thorns, beneath the mimic diadems of empire, both Earth and her children remain crowned in light. And when we remember, the coronation resumes.
So, breathe the arc alive. Restore Magdalene’s name. Relight the pituitary lens they tried to erase. See Albion’s stones not as ruins but as the Third Eye of Earth. Feel Montségur’s flame stir beneath the mountain womb. When we remember, the paired flame of the Kryst and the Magdala streams again through Earth and through us.
This is the true crown — not iron or gold, not pageantry or projection, but living current. When we embody it, the mimic crowns dissolve on their own, stage props collapsing under the weight of truth.
For those ready to step directly into the remedy, I have shared meditations* that walk the path of remembrance: the DNA Upgrade Spiral Meditation to restore the Kathara Grid within the body, and the Kathara Kryst Template Healing Meditation to bring the planetary template back into alignment.
These are not the usual fare of closed-system chakra visualizations, nor diversions into false astrology tied to the artificial control-center Moon. They are drawn from pre-ancient history — potent, effective, and hidden because they work. Our ancestors devised them eons ago for this very moment, when the time came for the sovereignty of the Angelic Humans to return through the true crown. They have now returned — and right on time.
And you can see the Earth herself preparing. Her frequency is rising, reflected in the surges of the Schumann resonance, leaping daily as she readies us for higher multidimensional experience. This is our witness: the planet evolving before our eyes, her frequency leaping as testament.
The True Crown vs. the False
The true crown covers nothing. It has no need.
It radiates from within — the living current of Source streaming through the Angelic Human template.
Only those who lack it must wear something on their heads. Ornate mitres, jeweled diadems, horned regalia — not symbols of power, but of absence.
They must wear them to legitimize themselves and the fallen deities they serve, because they have no natural crown of their own as Angelic Humans do.
They literally have to cover up for their handicap.
And in so doing, they out themselves as what they are:
human-hybrid, Earth-invader foot soldiers.
The mask betrays the mimic.
The crown confesses the counterfeit.
The Earth still wears her true crown. Her jewels still glow beneath the stones. And in remembering, we rise into the remedy: game over for the invader syndicate, and onward to True Earth.
Take a moment now: place your hand on your heart, breathe slowly, and feel the Earth’s pulse rising with yours. Let the sapphire, violet, and diamond-white streams gather through you as they do through her. This is not imagination — it is remembrance. This is physics of memory and plasma. And with every breath you join her crown in singing again.
NEXT UP!
The mimic crown ends here. Because what they could not erase from grids and maps, they tried to destroy in flesh and bone. In 1911, in France, a pickaxe struck a skull beneath the horses of resurrection. The blow fell exactly where the Kryst Flame and Magdala Flame converge — the crown they feared the most.
Part Three uncovers this final act of desecration, and why even that ritual failed. Next: Magdalene’s Shattered Crown Restored.
Peace All Ways,
Happy embracing of completely new ways of thinking and seeing!
Lots of love,
Jane Evershed
