My name is Regina. In 2012, I first uttered the Languages of the Self, of the Ancients. Months before this, during a Reiki share with a large group of people, I experienced the inexplicable: waves coursed through my body, and I vibrated entirely. I saw solid matter moving like waves—the ground undulated, and images in a painting rolled along. Because of this phenomenon, I found it difficult to gaze at inanimate objects for long.

My hands were intensely hot for a few weeks, so when I did Reiki on my four-year-old son, he asked me to stop. My husband felt waves pass through him when I touched his feet. I sensed a pulsing around plants, crystals, and people, and I could feel their emotions. At times, I had very physical reactions to a situation or person.

I remember a Buddhist monk walking across the street in front of me. My senses became overwhelmed without warning, causing my body to tense and shake spontaneously. During moments like this, a part of me seems to step outside my body and observe. In that instance, I sensed that I had witnessed the massacre of many monks. These moments always pass quickly; my consciousness returns to my body, leaving no residual sensations from them.

I learned the Munay-Ki Rites. The teacher spoke a peculiar light language, as she referred to it. I reacted strangely to her words, feeling a desire to respond somehow, but I forced myself to resist that ‘crazy’ thought and urge.

Many months later, the words broke free during a private network spinal analysis session. I had been trying to hold back those words, those sounds. The fear of being seen as crazy and not understanding what they were obstructed the path to release. The physical sensation of swirling in my throat that I had been experiencing for several months finally ceased.

As time passed and I spoke more, I felt like I spoke several dialects. The dialect, tone, and voice type could change depending on whom I was with.

In early 2023, I finally understood that at least 20 of these languages resided within me. I was uninhibited by the ‘medicinal’ high I was experiencing, feeling so dizzy and nauseous that I couldn’t stand. For two to two and a half hours, with every wave of nausea, a new dialect or language emerged, and at times, chanting. I literally felt ‘me’ step aside and say, ‘Well, Regina, it looks like you are not crazy after all.’

The ‘high’ seemed to break through my self-imposed internal barriers, which I hadn’t realised still existed. The many languages of the Ancients emerged, and I felt their desire to be spoken, heard, help, heal, teach, protect, warn, and give voice to what I could not express in the English and French languages I speak.

I have always felt that these languages are of the Earth rather than being what people refer to as the light language of star beings or deities. I am now certain of this. They are the languages of those I have come to call the Ancient Ones. Recently, I have encountered fragments of old Lakota and African languages that resemble some of my dialects. Very few still speak these languages, which are either dying or already extinct.