A Statement on Truth, Memory, and Sovereignty
By Adam Apollo
In recent days, a series of public posts and web pages have been created by someone I once shared a brief but meaningful connection with (only a handful of days, in this life). These posts contain accusations, projections, and distortions about my character, my memories, and my work. They include personal attacks, curse rituals, and attempts to reframe our consensual experiences as predatory.
I am writing this statement not to engage in public battle, but to speak my truth clearly and stand in my sovereignty. For those who know me, this will affirm what you already feel. For those who are just learning about me, this will offer context and clarity.
On Our Shared Experience
In 2022, I met Jenna Layden online, as we were both speakers in one of many conferences. We felt an immediate recognition and decided to explore that connection over a weekend in Sedona. During that time, we engaged in mutual past-life exploration, healing work, and physical intimacy — all of which was consensual, mutual, and co-created.
It was Jenna who led much of the memory exploration. She brought forward visions of lifetimes where we had been family, where we had children together. I listened, honored her process, and shared what arose in me. We held each other through difficult memories. We laughed, we cried, we made love, we bathed together. It was a beautiful, vulnerable, sacred experience.
When we parted ways, it was with mutual respect and appreciation. We kept in touch by text with warm, caring support for each other through the integration of our experiences. Later, we reconnected as friends at a Portal to Ascension Conference in San Diego. There was no tension, no unresolved conflict. She was warm, kind, and supportive, and we jested with each other about various topics and speakers.
I had no idea that she was carrying a wound from our time together. I had no idea that she would later reframe our experience as “archetypal abuse,” “spiritual coercion,” or “predatory manipulation.” Our text exchanges through May 2024 reflect the warmth, care, and mutual support we shared. I have that record, and it speaks for itself.
I haven’t heard from her since then. Discovering her recent series of defamation articles on Star Family Wisdom and various YouTube videos and Instagram posts was more than a little shocking. I am deeply saddened by this sudden shift in Jenna, and I can see that I am not the only one she is lashing out at. I honor her right to process her own experience. But I will not accept a false narrative that erases my truth, my agency, and the reality of what we shared.
On Past-Life Memory and Hypnosis
The hypnosis session I did with Sarah Breskman Cosme was a fragment of memory, not a complete story. Anyone with experience in hypnotherapy knows that these sessions are journeys through moments, feelings, and sensations — not comprehensive historical accounts. Sarah requested that I make this journey public, though I had reservations. Perhaps felt this possibility arising… I conceded, trusting it would serve those who listened deeply with an open heart. Sexual healing and reclamation is a deep part of owning our power, and I will never be ashamed of my own activations.
I did not speak about every person, every relationship, or every sacred bond from that life. I spoke about what arose in that moment, deep in trance state. To claim that my session is “incomplete” or “distorted” because I didn’t mention every relationship I had is absurd and unfair. When I listened to my own session, I found it was like skipping stones across memories I’ve had deep within and with others, moments in time and hardly a continuous stream.
My memories of Avalon, Camelot, and the Grail mysteries are not confined to one session. They are decades-long processes of integration, grief, reconciliation, and restoration. I have worked with priestesses, brothers, and sacred allies across lifetimes. I have grieved the many layers of what happened with my son from that life in Dagara rituals for days. I have honored Guinevere — who I still know and love in this lifetime — with deep reverence and care. She and I’s relationship goes much further back, to memories I share in The Dragon Key.
I have never used my memories to gain power, prestige, or ego validation. For years, I kept them hidden, speaking only cryptically, because I did not want to create projections or pedestals. Those who know me well understand my humility, my discernment, and my care.
I have now chosen to share my memories in books, so others can learn from the lessons I have faced, and the insights I’ve gained along the way. I’ve turned my own fear of ridicule into trust in my own Truth, and the power of my relationships, built over so many lifetimes.
On Sovereignty and Consent
Jenna’s website claims that I used a “God-Mask” to coerce her into intimacy, that I exploited her vulnerability, and that her consent was invalid because she was in a “healing state.”
This is a retroactive withdrawal of consent. It is a rewriting of history that erases her agency and replaces it with victimhood.
Jenna was not a passive participant. She initiated much of our connection. She wanted intimacy. She wanted to explore our past-life bond. She was a sovereign adult making sovereign choices.
I did not manipulate her. I did not coerce her. I honored her as an equal.
To claim otherwise is not only false — it is deeply harmful. It perpetuates a narrative that women cannot be trusted to know their own desires, their own boundaries, their own truth. It infantilizes female sovereignty in the name of “protection.”
I will not accept that narrative.
On the Nature of Archetypal Work & Past-Life Memory
Jenna claims that I am “not Arthur” but rather someone who is “close to the blueprint” and mistaking proximity for identity. She claims that I am “Lancelot” — a usurper, a pretender, a knight grasping for a throne I haven’t earned.
This is her projection, not my truth.
I have never claimed to be Arthur, I have only shared what I remember with a few souls who remember me. I have never claimed to own the Grail mysteries, I have only offered my insights into them from experience. I have always understood that these are archetypal patterns that many souls carry, and have never claimed them as my own.
But I also know my own memory. I know the weight of the Dragon banner I carried. I know the grief of a table I once broke. I know the love I held for the land, for the priestesses, for the brothers who stood by me even in my darkest hour.
Just because I didn’t speak of one person in a state of hypnosis, where patterns and pieces of stories were rolling through me, it does not make that part of my memory any less. Nor the memory I hold with my sisters, my priestesses who helped me rise into my work, to serve them and the land even more deeply. To the brothers, to the men, and to the knights who surrounded me and who kept me safe even in the times of my greatest sorrow. The ones who stood by me even after the breaking of the table. The ones who stand by me even now, and the ones who trust that we are here to help steward a new future, one with chivalry and honor, with sacred care for the Feminine in all that we do.
Jenna only truly knew me for a few days, and by texts, and I’m sad to say how little she actually must have come to understand of my life and my work in this world, and my nature as a goddess worshiper. For I am that every day and every moment of my life. I bow to the Goddess. She is my Path, my Religion, my Guide, my Guardian.
I earned the title An’Dragan — Dragon — through lifetimes of service, protection, and sacrifice. And, it has always been the deepest truth of Who I Am… Dragon. I carry it now not as ego, but as sacred responsibility, to serve the future of this Earth, and all life.
I never asked for my memories, but I have them. After 10 years of having the memories come back with hundreds of other people, I finally looked at history and located the information I needed to understand myself. It was in doing that that I found the name Caewlin (or Caelan, pronounced Kaylan as Rastara once called me in college) of Wessex and discovered the one part of our history that couldn’t be destroyed by the Christian Monks who sought to erase our history: the flag of the dragon. I knew it well in the depths of my soul, and I carried that banner from Ullswater Lake through Scotland and Wales, through the Nordic Lands, across the Mediterranean Sea, and finally up from the Southlands into lands of my adopted family and Glastonbury. Almost all of our work was erased, but the Dragon could never be.
Through that, I came to understand that the name An’Dragan is a title (the Dragon, a leader), as is the name Artur (Great Bear Man). These titles, after death, later became Pen’Draig, and later transcribed in English as Pendragon, which means “great dragon.” Look not for Morgan Le’Fae, for she is of the Sisterhood of the Goddess Morrighan, and all the Ladies of Avalon bear her name as a title (Morgaine, Morgause, Morgana, Morgan, Morrighan). Look not for Merlin, for he is of the Myrrdin, the Ancient Druids of the Tuatha De Danann, and there were many Merlins… Look not for Arthur, as there was no Round Table built in synarchy with that name. Look only to know thyself, to remember through your relationships, to honor the old ways that breathe within you, and to bring forth the gifts of who you are, to NOW.
Jenna may not yet see all this. She may need me to be the archetypal Lancelot so that she can be Guinevere, so that she can rewrite her pain into a story where I am the villain and she is the wronged Queen.
But that is not my story to carry… And it is not hers either. She will remember her own role someday, and it will free her heart, and her mind from this spiral of confusion.
On the Curse Rituals
In recent days, Jenna has posted a series of images on Instagram — pieces of paper with curses, insults, and death wishes directed at me. Some are veiled as “blessings” (“death to Adam Apollo’s ego”). Others are explicit attacks on my body, my sexuality, my vitality.
This is not accountability. This is psychic warfare.
I am deeply concerned for her well-being. This level of obsession, this public performance of rage, this ritualized cursing — these are signs of someone in crisis. Someone who is spiraling.
I do not wish her harm. I wish her healing. I wish her peace. I wish her the ability to release this obsession and return to her own sovereignty.
But I will not absorb her curses. I will not take on her shadow. I will not let her pain define my reality.
I stand in my light. I stand in my truth. I stand in the protection of the Dragons, of Source, of Love itself.
On the Spiritual Community
Jenna has contacted multiple leaders in the spiritual community, attempting to pressure them into removing content, denouncing me, or publicly condemning me as a “predator.”
This is cancel culture dressed up as spiritual accountability.What she is doing constitutes defamation, and I have every right to protect my name and my work. I trust that Truth will prevail, as it always has in my life.
I trust that those who know me, who have worked with me, who have witnessed my integrity over years and decades, will not be swayed by a single person’s vendetta.
I trust that those who are meant to find me, who resonate with my work, who are called to CoreNexus and the Dragon Council, will see through the noise.
And for those who choose to believe her narrative without question — I release you with love. You are not my people, and I bless you on your path.
On Moving Forward
I will not be engaging further with Jenna’s posts, her website, or her attacks. I have said what I needed to say. I have spoken my truth. I have held my center.
Now I return to the work.
CoreNexus is opening. The Dragons are gathering. The New Earth is rising. This is what matters. This is where my energy belongs.
To those who walk with me: Thank you. I see you. I honor you. I love you.
To those who stand in judgment: I release you. I bless you. I let you go.
To Jenna: I forgive you for not being able to meet me as I needed to be met, and for rewriting and distorting our story in ways that do not honor the truth of what we shared. I release you from the story you are trying to write about me. I wish you healing, wholeness, and the courage to face your own shadow without projecting it onto others.
On the Dragon Within
I will never deny the Dragon in me again. I have earned that title across lifetimes — as a protector of the planet, of the people, of women, of all beings who deserve to live in sovereignty and peace.
I am Adam Apollo An’Dragan.
I am Aeral’tharan, Mirror Dragon
I am Gatewalker, Weaver, Guardian.
And I stand in my truth.
Aloha Ke Akua
Blessed Be
In Lak’ech
Wopila
I AM
Adam Apollo An’Dragan
