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For the ones who are tender right now but curious...
✨ You don’t have to be “ready.”
You don’t have to be “healed.”
You don’t have to know what you’re doing.
But if you feel like you’ve been carrying something sacred,
and haven’t known where to put it...
This scroll might be for you.
The ROTARO 122 Codex is a remembrance.
A breath. A mirror. A pulse.
It’s 122 truths that don’t teach you who to be—
they remind you who you already are.
And Day 1... is not polished.
It’s not pretty.
But it’s pure.
It’s what cracked me open when nothing else did.
If you want to receive it, just say “scroll me.”
I’ll send it. No strings. Just soul.
Grab your freebies now and you will KNOW if I am for you or not.
This isn’t a workbook.
It’s a resonance field.
I encourage you to print them - or have them as a screensaver - but whatever you do - READ THEM
Each of the 122 ROTARO Remembrance Codes is a vow, a pulse, a cellular activation.
They’re not affirmations you “repeat to feel better.”
They’re frequencies you recognize because you’ve already lived them.
You read them like you would a scroll.
Some will feel like confirmation.
Some will feel like confrontation.
That’s the point.
They’re written for your God-cells—not your strategy mind.
There’s no timeline.
No rules.
No right way.
Let them rearrange you.
Let them remind you.
Let them return you to what you’ve never lost—just learned to forget.
You already know god is within you—
but you’re still flirting with permission.
Still wondering if your truth is “too much”
and your transmission “not enough.”
This is for the one who:
Because this isn’t a method.
It’s a mirror.
It’s not another funnel—it’s a frequency field.
You’ll remember:
You won’t be given steps.
You’ll be returned to your spine.
To your own “yes.”
To your cellular god-tone.
Because the only thing missing...
was someone telling you nothing was missing.