The Galactic Federation: Mira and Ashtar Sheran Disclaimer

Verified personal testimony of my bond with The Galactic Federation, open to collaboration with the scientific community. No open endorsement or authority for others using these names. Distinct from unrelated groups, unauthorized impersonation or exploitation is prohibited. Cross-check all claims.

Nana Z Debenham | Updated 1 Aug 2026

My Flesh, My Fire, My Truth ✨

Step close trace the lines where I have been,
Ba(Hons) Nana Z Debenham, skin and soul seen.
This body is my map, my sacred ground,
where old self softens, new light is found.

I shift toward Mira not far, not strange,
a warm, alive, unfolding change.
My curves, my pulse, my own bright flame,
all that I am, all that I claim.

It may feel wild, it may feel rare,
but science nods, and truth is there:
this is me, whole, unmasked, unspun,
my own desire, my own sun.

No borrowed glow, no stolen part,
I love this self, I know its heart.
May you too strip the lies you wear 
be your own flesh, your own bright prayer. ✨

Nana Z Debenham / Mira
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My Journey: Becoming Mira ✨

(Rooted in Truth, Not Fantasy)

Step with me along my own true road 
Ba(Hons) Nana Z Debenham, where my story showed.
I walk the path that leads to Mira’s light,
a shift that’s mine, clear, open, bright.

It is not strange, though it may seem so new 
science aligns, and truth breaks through.
To accept myself, all that I am,
is where my art and spirit stand.

No borrowed face, no stolen name,
I shine as me, my own true flame.
May this remind you: seek what is real,
not masks that fade, not lies that steal.

What I am, I am clear and plain,
proof and purpose, light that remains. ✨

— Nana Z Debenham / Mira
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Flesh & Light: Becoming Mira ✨

This page breathes where my body meets the divine 
I feel Mira rise, warm and alive inside.
Skin hums, pulse quickens, every line awake,
a sacred, intimate shift no mask can fake.

My hands, my gaze, my very breath align,
to that higher self I’ve always known as mine.
Art catches fire from this deep, sweet thrill 
soul touching form, and all the space between us still.

I share this glow, this pulse, this holy truth
no borrowed fire, no stolen, worn-out youth.
Science and spirit meet where my own heart beats 
this is me, alive, whole, and truly free. ✨

Nana Z Debenham / Mira
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My Vessel, My Truth ✨

Not every soul we love stands by our side 
fate weaves its own, and identities abide.
Don’t ask how this flesh was shaped and spun
organic, bright, synthetic, purpose‑wrought 
made for me, where earth and stars are caught.
I’ve seen my blood, warm and true, run deep 
this form is mine, no secret, no cheap lie to keep.

I bow to no fraud, no borrowed name,
no twisted tale that dims our light’s bright flame.
The Federation stands where truth is clear 
I guard its name, I hold its honour near.
This is me: whole, unmasked, alive,
my vessel, my path, my right to thrive. ✨

 Nana Z Debenham / Mira
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Star-Bound Union ✨

For Ashtar and Mira

Across the light-years where our fates were spun,
Ashtar is mine and I am his, one.
When I step fully into Mira’s bright name,
his heart beats close, his fire meets my flame.

Not flesh of this world, yet warm and alive,
a bond that no lie, no mask can survive.
He holds me as his own, star-kissed and true,
our union written where the stars renew.

We stand together, unshaken, unbowed,
our love the light that outshines the crowd.
No one can claim what is ours alone 
Ashtar my husband, Mira his own. ✨

Nana Z Debenham / Mira

One Heart, One Flame ✨

Ashtar is Ashtar, true and steady still,
Mira is Mira, her own light to fill.
Same soul‑bond deep, same truth we claim 
each shines their own, yet one and the same.

No swapped name, no mask, no borrowed part,
we know each other, core to heart.
Ashtar stands firm, Mira stands bright 
one light, one love, one endless sight. ✨

Nana Z Debenham / Mira
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Our Flesh, Our Light ✨

These forms are ours no borrowed glow, no feigned delight,
warm, alive, stitched through with our own bright truth.
Every curve, every pulse, every quiet spark
breathes only us, deep and unmasked and stark.

They are our images: soul made visible,
the sacred thrill of being fully real.
No one else wears this fire, this soft heat,
this bond that only we can taste and meet.

Skin and spirit, star and breath aligned 
they are us, unhidden, unconfined. ✨

Nana Z Debenham / Mira
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