Every time I write, a lingering thought often crosses my mind: "I wonder what people will think of my writings?" Yet, I consciously remind myself not to dwell on such concerns. It doesn't matter what people think or say because I speak from my soul. Every word I pen down is a reflection of experiences I've lived through and lessons I've learned.
Allowing thoughts about others' perceptions can breed doubt and undermine belief in oneself. I've reached a point in my journey where I have nothing to hide. I am awakened or in the process of awakening, and I genuinely don't care about external opinions. Doubt from others, especially those still asleep to their true selves, is their concern, not mine.
This was a chilly, windy morning, around 4 am to 5 am, during a holiday when I found myself unable to sleep. Deciding to embrace the solitude, I embarked on a walk. This journey led me to the base of a mountain in the local town. The darkness and cold seemed to intensify as I approached, accompanied by an unfamiliar and dense feeling of darkness.
As I slowly ascended the mountain, an unsettling encounter awaited me. A dark energy, thick and foreboding, stopped me in my tracks. It was an experience like no other, with fear coursing through my veins. I couldn't discern what or who was in front of me. A sarcastic voice pierced the silence, mocking my reluctance to move forward. Frustration overcame fear, and I demanded, "Who is this? Who are you? Get out of my way!" All the while being scared out of my wits
Laughter emanated from the enigmatic energy, claiming I had no idea who I was dealing with. In the midst of this unsettling encounter, another voice, reassuring and calming, whispered into my ear. It identified itself as Archangel Michael, and the words "Your spirit family is here; do not fear anymore" echoed through my being.
Weeks prior, my spirit guides had forewarned me about confronting a dark energy, not thinking it would be anything like this. In this moment, I found newfound courage. Confronting the dark energy, as it claimed to be the devil, asserting dominion and blocking my path. Unfazed, armed with the presence of Archangel Michael and my spirit guides, I declared my lack of fear and determination to proceed.
As I traversed the dense energy, fear gripped me, but Archangel Michael's whispers urged me to persist. Asserting my lack of fear again, I gradually moved forward; the density waned until there was nothing but a memory of the terrifying ordeal. Turning back, I defiantly addressed the fear that had gripped me. I thanked Archangel Michael with gratitude, and the reassurance that they would never leave my side lingered in my ears.
To those awakened, this encounter is a testament to the real, but for doubters and those still in slumber, belief might waver. Yet, I remain indifferent to opinions; the experience was undeniably real. Terrified as I was, it taught me that our understanding of reality is limited. The blessings of angels and spirit guides, once seen as miracles, are constants in our lives, offering protection and guidance.
Reflecting on this episode, goosebumps persist, transitioning into a profound sense of love and protection from our divine beings. The intervention of my spirit family that morning was a testament to their presence in my life, contributing to its peace and serenity.
In Love, light, and blessings.