Your Galactic Story

Your Unique Energy Imprints

You are a unique being in the vast time space continuum.

What kind of lives have you lived out there in the universe? And where?
Or maybe you don't believe in those kinds of things and just want a good story?

However look at it: Here is your chance!
You can order your unique Galactic Story.

The story will be based on your Galactic Astrology Report and is an adventure that will give you clues to one of your Soul's experiences during its journey through time.

The story I'm telling will be from one of your lifetimes and the one your Soul needs you to hear right now.
Maybe you will be amazed about the possibilities that lie in your Soul as potential for your life today.
You can also choose to look at the story as pure fiction.

As a QSG Practitioner and Galactic Storyteller, I am weaving the information I get from your Galactic Report into the story and using all my abilities and knowledge from other astrological systems and other practices, to give you a story full of energy and amazement.

Scroll down to read an excerpt from a Galactic story.

To order 'Your Galactic Story' send an email to libramastro@gmail.com.
Include your full name, birthplace (town and country), birth date and birth time (make sure it is accurate). 
In return you will get an email with a link to PayPal for payments.

When the payment is registered, and all the information is received, I start working with your Galactic Story.
I need 2-3 weeks to dive into your personal story to make sure that what I receive is put into words in a magical way to tell your unique story. I will email you the story when it's ready.

Practical information
Written personal Story: Approximately 10 pages
Price: 250 Euros  (Payment throgh PayPal)/ 2950,- NOK (Payment through VIPPS or invoice)

To order 'Your Galactic Story' send an email to: libramastro@gmail.com    

Welcome to Galactic Storytelling!

Excerpt from a Galactic story: 
…She knew she was different — a wanderer between worlds. She saw the truth behind illusions, understood the connections between souls, and broke down invisible barriers. Her gift was to unify, to create understanding, and to dissolve division in accordance with the karmic laws.

Polarity was her language: light and dark, strength and vulnerability. She knew that nothing existed without its opposite, and her mission was to help others realize that balance was not about choosing one side but about recognizing and integrating both. She understood that true balance lies not in taking sides, but in holding space for the whole. She was a bridge builder…

… The soul turned inward, searching. Who am I, truly? She felt split, divided—like she was two in one. Duality pulsed within her, not as a conflict, but as an essential rhythm. She was of the mind, yes, but she was also deeply of emotion. It was as though thought and feeling performed a constant dance within her—one leading, the other following, then changing places again. Her mind was sharp, her reflections deep and unending. Did that mean she would forever live in the tension between opposing impulses? Yes. She knew it, instinctively…

…"Your greatest challenge would be to live fully in the physical realm."
The soul turned her gaze toward her guide.
"But you must remember," he said gently, "you are here for the collective's journey toward higher frequencies."
She nodded, absorbing his words.
"Another of your soul's challenges," he continued, "is the deep knowing you carry—that you are there to do something important. And yet, when you try to express this purpose, you may feel out of sync with the world. Ahead of your time. You are here to hold a wisdom the world is not yet ready for. Use your gift of vision, together with your courage, to sense when it's right to share what you know."
"How will I know that?" she asked, glancing sideways at him.
"It may help to explore whether you can reach others by helping them awaken their higher potential. One of your karmic tasks is to support others through their healing journeys. A key element is to nurture their strength and trust in themselves, so they can live more authentically. Another is patience—and endurance."
She fell silent. Thoughtful. Helping others heal? She wasn't sure she was ready. A part of her simply wanted to live. But perhaps that would depend on whether the conditions were right. Especially on Earth, where money and other values were often filtered through the ego. The thought sent a chill through her. She didn't feel drawn to that particular Earth life, but she knew—it would be the final and most defining test…

… He paused, his voice steady.
"You carry ancient wisdom—meant to assist life in the progression of consciousness. It is about restoring balance by pointing back to the original blueprint for their existence. One challenge you may face is your sensitivity to the various frequencies around you. But this also gives you the power to work with energies, to help stabilize the field. In this way, you will help build a society with higher vibrations, especially on Earth."
"Aren't there many of us with that mission—to raise the vibration of humanity?" she asked.
"Yes," he said, smiling. "And each has their role in this great unfolding. But you must also remember that you are meant to live a life."

… She had felt the call. It wasn't a voice from outside, but a vibration in her chest—a primordial memory stirring. It was time to descend. Time to enter the world of form and allow the light of her soul to shine through the dense fabric of matter….

… The ship landed softly, almost soundlessly. She and her four companions stepped carefully onto the platform. A tall man with graying hair rushed toward them.
"There you are! Thank the stars. We have little time."
He was out of breath, motioning urgently for them to follow. The five youths ran behind him into a hangar filled with ships. Kala took in the scene quickly—most of the vessels were damaged, broken down, useless. It was a troubling sight. They had barely begun to process it before a slow, slick voice started to creep into their awareness—a foreign force pressing against the edges of their minds.
"Shut it out!"
The man's voice trembled with alarm, and they obeyed instantly. It was part of their training—to close themselves off from invasive signals. But for her, it was harder. Openness had always been her nature. She was a receiver, attuned to frequencies, to nuance, to anything that vibrated. To close something out felt like closing her heart. But now it was necessary—she understood that. The five of them exchanged wide-eyed glances. Without the ability to communicate through thought, as they usually did, they were suddenly alone in silence—cut off. They all knew they must not let the voice in….