CLEOPATRA

Who I Was, What Happened, and Where I Am Buried. The Truth They Stole from Me.

Hi everyone.

What you are about to read required me to uncover my soul naked. I would not have done so unless it were necessary.

I know what it costs to say this.

History must be revised. My name must be cleared. The truth must be placed on record.

I have lived under an attribution that does not belong to me. It has weighed on my life and helped shape a distorted historical narrative. That distortion has endured. It must now be addressed.

I am aware of the exposure this entails. I do not seek glamour or spectacle. I seek justice and peace.

I am the person this account concerns. It is me. I have not channeled, invented, or drawn from any religious framework what I report here. These contents arise from sustained analytical work; from dreams—mine and others’; from regressions; and from symbolic readings approached as one approaches a dream. This work follows the dialectical tradition of Jung and Silvia Montefoschi, together with my own method and long spiritual experience.

I have gone far.

What appears here is the mature voice of Cleopatra, reborn. What unfolds in the series Cleopatra’s Truth is the process of becoming: the acceptance of a path, the decision to take it, and the return of the past—not only through memory, but through its signs and manifestations in the present.

That past was never past.

It marked my soul, and it marked my life.

What you have been given as history is a construction.

To date, I have written twenty books in this series, with more to follow. Together, they document—step by step—the process through which these contents surfaced, and the wider body of material that accompanies them.

Speaking out carries a cost. It bleeds.

Nevertheless, I must do justice to myself.

CleoAdriana

Delray Beach, FL-USA

18 December 2025