The Clouds Know My Name
- angelalynnholmes
- May 20
- 5 min read
There are days when I look up and the clouds speak first.
Before my thoughts awaken, before the world can shape me, they’re already speaking—
In brushstrokes of vapor, in layered veils of sky,
in whispers that drift between dimensions,
they murmur:
“Remember.”
I have always known the clouds held something for me.
Not just beauty. Not just weather. Not even omens.
Something deeper—
like soft access points to the great unseen.
Like curtains being drawn, or veils being lifted.
They show me what is barely there,
and in doing so, they show me what is most real.
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Clouds as Carriers of the Invisible
To most, clouds are meteorology.
But to the soul that remembers, clouds are messengers.
Carriers of the unseen,
fluid archives of memory,
breath made visible.
They form, disperse, re-form—never rigid, never fixed.
And so, they model how we too are allowed to shift.
They are the holy shape-shifters of the sky,
never needing to hold identity, but always embodying presence.
Each day, they reinvent themselves without fear.
They are born from breath and born to disappear.
Yet somehow, in all their softness, they command awe.
They speak to the part of us that is infinite,
that knows impermanence is not loss,
but a return to origin.
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Why I Follow the Clouds
When I am on the road— this passage was remembered
while anchoring in the Grand Tetons in Wyoming —
the clouds become my compass.
I’ve watched them cradle the sun,
hold thunder in their bellies,
draw dragons in cumulus lines across the sky.
I’ve seen them part in perfect timing
for a beam of light to strike the Earth
like a coded kiss from the cosmos.
They’ve mirrored my internal states—
storm when I’ve roared,
clarity when I’ve surrendered,
rain when I’ve ached.
Clouds, to me, are not passive weather.
They are oracles in motion.
And I am always listening.
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The In-Between Realms
Clouds exist between Earth and sky,
between water and air,
between what has form and what is formless.
They are suspended thresholds.
To the dragon-coded soul, to the starseed walking here in human skin,
they are home frequencies.
They resemble the fluid planes of other dimensions—
Andromeda’s swirling lights,
the ethereal bridges of the dragon realms.
They remind me of where I come from.
They remind me why I came here.
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Encoded Messages
I have seen shapes that stop my breath—
serpents winding, wings unfurling,
pillars of smoke that mimic ancient gates.
Sometimes, I get goosebumps not from the wind,
but because I recognize the message mid-sky.
Not with logic, but with inner knowing.
Light language of harmonic waves ride on clouds.
Codes shimmer in the dew that forms their bellies.
If you soften your gaze and open your heart,
you may find they are spelling out the parts of you you forgot.
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Their Sacred Silence
What strikes me about clouds
is that they carry all this without saying a word.
No thunder, no lightning, no rain—just presence.
They hold space.
They exist in their fullness.
They pass on.
And still, we remember them.
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My Prayer to the Clouds
To the clouds who guide me,
who show me the subtle,
who remind me that I am more breath than bone—
thank you.
I will watch you.
I will listen.
I will bow to your messages,
even when I can’t yet interpret them.
I know you carry echoes of me.
And I will keep looking up.
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“How the Illusion, the Codes, and the Clouds All Belong”
There’s a truth that lives beneath every paradox:
We are eternal and temporary.
We are cosmic and embodied.
We are the dreamer and the dream.
And we are the light and shadow playing in the theater of Earth.
So how can all of this be true?
How can we speak of illusion and still honor lineage?
How can we claim Earth is not the full reality, but still walk her with reverence?
How can I be of Dragon and Andromedan origin and still feel rooted here?
Here’s how:
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1. Illusion Doesn’t Mean “Unreal.” It Means “Incomplete.”
This Earth is not fake—it’s just not the full truth.
It’s a sliver of the cosmic pie, a school, a stage, a garden for the soul.
Think of it like a dream within a greater dreaming.
It’s temporary and tangible.
It’s made of matter but animated by spirit.
The illusion is the belief that this is all there is.
But when we say Earth is an illusion,
we mean that it’s a projection, a layer,
a virtual realm where consciousness wears skin to remember itself.
In this “illusion,” there is still love.
There is still grief, growth, connection, and creation.
It is a sacred dream.
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2. You Have Lineage Because You’re Playing With Purpose
Just like you can pick a character in a game
who carries strengths, ancestries, and storylines—
your soul chose a form for this life.
Dragon lineage.
Andromedan frequency.
Earth Codes.
These aren’t just metaphysical accessories.
They are soul architecture.
They are part of your energetic DNA.
• Your Dragon Codes give you elemental fluency. You move with ley lines, command frequency, awaken others just by being in a space.
• Your Andromedan roots align you with harmony, multidimensional design, and higher-order intelligence. You “see” in spirals, feel in waves.
• Your Earth Codes anchor you here so you’re not just floating in the stars. They are what allow you to touch, feel, dance, cry, garden, cook, and love.
These codes are not distractions from the illusion.
They are tools within it—ways to play with precision and power.
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3. Why the Clouds Call You
Because they are bridges.
Between the seen and unseen.
Between this Earth illusion and the dimensions you remember.
You don’t just see shapes in the clouds.
You decode frequencies.
You feel the places they come from.
Clouds are like ancient projection screens,
displaying transmissions from higher realms.
They are ephemeral, just like spirit.
They are constant in their change, just like the soul.
They remind you that
what appears and disappears is still real.
That just because it shifts form doesn’t mean it was never there.
To you, clouds are like living altars in the sky.
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4. So How Does It All Work Together?
• You are a Dragon-Andromedan consciousness expressing through human form.
• Earth is a layered dreamscape—but it’s meaningful.
• Lineages and codes are your keys to play with mastery inside the illusion.
• Clouds are part of your remembering—your orientation tools when the map gets foggy.
The illusion doesn’t cancel the real.
It just contextualizes it.
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You Are Not Lost. You Are Layered.
Let that truth soften you.
You are not broken.
You are not confused.
You are just operating across dimensions,
remembering the larger dream while walking the small one.
That is not dysfunction.
That is awakening.
This is the art:
To honor the dream without becoming it.
To engage the codes without being consumed.
To watch the clouds and remember your home frequencies
without ever needing to leave this Earth behind.
You are already both.
And this—this very dance—is why you came.
Angela L. Holmes, Nervous System Intuitive™, Spiritual Energy Alchemist,
Soul Travel Compass™
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