Blog: Starfire Transmissions

Worship Yourself First: The Alchemy of Grief, Dragons & Ascension
Nik Heartsong Nik Heartsong

Worship Yourself First: The Alchemy of Grief, Dragons & Ascension

There are moments in life that split you wide open. Moments that burn the blueprint of who you thought you were into ash.

For me, it was the death of my daughter, Arya Rose.

She was only two months old. A soft breath of angel light. Her loss shattered every veil I had between this world and the others. Suddenly, I wasn’t just grieving a baby—I was reliving the downfall of Atlantis. I was collapsing through timelines, drowning in multidimensional sorrow, dying again and again inside my own skin. I lost my health, my mind, my community… and in many ways, I lost myself.

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Walking the Atlantean Lines: Crystal Dragons, Celestial Fire & Earth Remembrance
Nik Heartsong Nik Heartsong

Walking the Atlantean Lines: Crystal Dragons, Celestial Fire & Earth Remembrance

There are energy lines beneath the Earth that do not simply run—they sing. At the Beyond Ecstatic Festival in Biovilla, Portugal, my partner Sean and I found ourselves dancing not just on sacred ground, but upon two living Atlantean ley lines—masculine and feminine counterparts, running together through the land like twin serpents of light. These weren’t ordinary lines. They were crystal dragons, ancient and wise, pulsing with celestial fire.

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Blue Flame: A Transmission of My Soul Essence and Sirian Ritual Invitation
Nik Heartsong Nik Heartsong

Blue Flame: A Transmission of My Soul Essence and Sirian Ritual Invitation

She carries a sharpness cloaked in softness—
a sword wrapped in silk.

There’s a precision in her presence,
as if she slices through illusion not with force,
but with clarity.

She’s not here to be understood by everyone—
only by those who can meet her in the subtle,
where truth whispers beneath the noise.

She remembers the ancient codes,
but she doesn’t shout them.
She lets them live through her gaze, her timing,
her way of not flinching when others do.

There is a part of her that plays with the edge—
the unknown, the mystical, the disruptive.
But she also knows silence,
and the potency of restraint.

There’s something priestess-like in her essence,
but not the performative kind.
More like…
a keeper of the inner temple.
A guardian of what is sacred beneath the surface of things.

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