Once upon a time, in a land far, far away I was born in a simple family.
My cradle stood in the bedroom of my parents.
Just around the corner.
As long as I can remember I was able to think in a very mature way. .I did not think like a little baby. I was able to think like an adult. Many times – when my parents spoke about their problems – I was able to follow their patterns and I was capable to solve the problem in my head, but couldn't make them aware of my thoughts. My vocabulary was about uhuhuhuhuh. At least I was only a few weeks old.
I also tried to make them aware of my condition and thoughts about food. In particular about the filthy taste of the milk in the bottle. It was like an army of soldiers did attack my body with bullets, every time I drank the milk. Every cell in my awareness was bombed in such a horrible way that I could not hold the substance in and I spit it out. Every day again.
And there came this special day. In a week that I had forced myself to drink the milk and hold it in. My parents were very worried that I would not survive. So my father entered my aura, he was very angry. He bended over the cradle, and vomited such an endless stream of anger and worries over my heart and head, that I really thought I was drowning in stinking mud. I noticed his fears and knew that I had to find a way to hold in this white fluid what ever it took. In this same week I was vaccinated, I felt very sick the day after. It was like taking a dive in a swamp without the possibility to reach the surface again. I struggled and slept and felt very helpless. My precious energy sank to a level of zero. What was I doing here? I remember myself staring at the ceiling, watching the shadow of the leaves of the trees. The game of sunshine, leaves and shadow comforted me.
I felt so weak. I reconsidered the reason of living at all. Why would I stay in such a place, should I leave it or not. Yes…I was going to leave it.
I noticed a change of energy around me. It became cold and foggy. Suddenly three people appeared at the foot of the cradle. Two men and a woman. To the left ( from my point of view) a man in a black cape and a large, black hat. In the middle a beautiful woman with a mean, cold expression on the face, dressed in distinguished clothes. To the right a man in clothes like he lived in the Middle Ages. Brown long sleeve shirt, green knickerbockers, and a short cape.
I heard them speak. Through my eyelashes I peeped….what on earth was this?
After a while I understood that they spoke about me. In the way of " it's almost done, she is breaking down already, falling apart. In about a few hours we can pick her up and bring her back " BRING HER BACK????? Where to?? For heavens sake.
They spoke about me like my life was already over. They also spoke about the ways they had planned to make my unfolding life to become as miserable as they could. They spoke about the people whom I had planned to meet and what they would do to trouble all my relationships. In a few minutes they gave insight in all the plans and ways they were able to disturb my energy, my life and all the things I wrote down on my LIFE-TO-DOlist. I freaked out.
They showed no respect at all, spoke about me if I was an adult who had to be killed. Not directly, but by making my life so miserable that at some point of this life I would kill myself out of deep misery.
And they congratulated each other that their mission was almost completed already.
Okay…my thoughts of instantly dying melted down. No good plan. I certainly did not want to meet this creatures at the other side. What was the other choice? Live? Was that the only way out? Living a life marked with dark vampire energy. Oh my God.
The energy changed again. A part of me ascended to a higher level and I became aware of a great light. I saw a beautiful angel. Archangel Michael. Holding his finger to his mouth in a Shsssst. Pointing to his ears, telling me not to panic. " Listen carefully" He mentally told me; " Be brave and pay good attention. You are not going to die. You must listen to all this plans and remember them very carefully. We allow them to think that you are a puppet on an string. But you are not. You are on a special mission. And all the angels in the skies protect you. You are born in a very special time and you are not alone. Make mental notes, on a secret plane and you will always be a step ahead. Yes they will try to kill you, mislead you, influence you. Every day a bit more persistant. They will try to stop you before you remember who you really are. They will not succeed. Although they are really going to make your life as miserable as they can, they will not be able to enter the core of your loving heart. In this zone you are caressed and safe. The essence of your being is LOVE.You are going to lead this world into the light, with the help from thousands of others. Take a deep breath, child of love, it's the only way, start this life NOW."
I fell down in the mist, back in the cradle, bombed by the dark forces of " the creatures". They really thought they " had" me already halfway the darkness. I struggled to stay alive.
A soft glowing light broke through my heart, as the morning sun. It sprinkled and tinkled through my veins. New energy was born. My eyes became laser beams of love and light and I asked the incredible three if I could help them out. That there was a way out of their own misery. By going into the light.
At first they were astound. I told them that I had no intention to die and that I would live on. Than they became furious. The woman started to scream like a siren. The man on the left froze and vanished, the man on the right laughed as loud as he could. It was freezing cold.
They disappeared, the energy changed. I noticed the leaves of the trees on the ceiling again and started to cry as loud as I could. My parents took me out of the cradle and tried to calm me down. I still heard the voices in my head that yelled their creepy words of hate. Next Sunday I was baptized in the church. The healing waters of the angels dipped me and cleansed me. Inside I did not accept the Christianity of this ritual. But I felt the love of the angels, of Michael and knew I was safe, for a while.
The fever came. I was very ill, for weeks. The dark energy had to be burned out of my body.
The low vibration should ascend, through my own body.
I inhaled negativity and started to transform.
My body should react to poisoned energy for years with illnesses and fevers.
My life was about to begin.
I was only a few weeks old.
And I still remember all of this.
Like every other minute of this spectacular, strange and divine Life.
Due to the mental list in my heart.
And my action plan.
I still breath.
Thanks to the breath of a thousand angels.
My life is still unfolding.
In light and love.
And it will never end.
