In another alternate reality, we would have walked past each other without ever acknowledging each other’s existence.
In another alternate reality, she wouldn’t know how to use black magic to attack another being.
In another alternate reality, she would be a nice person. Who wouldn’t use her powers to stab my esoteric body a thousand times with her black magic knife. But this isn’t that reality. This is our reality.
The clouds were moving in fast as the winds picked up. My backpack seemed heavier as I walked up the hill. Only a couple more steps, I told myself. Even though the top of the hill was further than a couple of steps. As I cheerleaded myself into making it home, I had already sensed the stranger before me. Before my eyes laid upon her.
She didn’t walk down the hill in a straight manner. She looked like she was playing hopscotch, without the hopping, in a zigzag pattern. A scarf hung off half of her lower face. I could hear her murmuring underneath it, over ten feet away.
I called upon another layer of auric protection as we approached each other. Her darkened eyes sunk deep into the pockets of her face, her moving lips covered by the half hung dirty scarf. This wasn’t for the protection of COVID, no, this was her usual element.
I could have looked straight and pretended not to notice this woman who was about to cross me. I could have bathed in ignorance in times like this. Yet, my soul already knew what she was doing and was about to do. I don’t appreciate predators, especially ones of the spiritual kind.
They do what they do because they can. It’s not very nice.
Her stare alone was frightening, but it wasn’t so much her death scare as it was the spell that was coming out of her murmuring mouth. It took less than a split second after we crossed paths that I felt a claw grip my head in the fourth dimension to try to rip off the crown of my head.
It only took a split second when I heard the cry of a banshee. A shriek that pierced my eardrum as I continued to walk up the hill. In the fourth dimension, blood dripped down from my ears from the high pitch.
I didn’t turn around. She didn’t deserve my acknowledgment. Instead, I crumbled up the crane that tried to open me up and threw it back down to her. I reversed the blood back into my ears and took a deep breath and counted to five.
When I got to five, my soul moved right back down to where we were before our paths crossed. I time-traveled back to the moments right before I looked up and saw her. This time though, as we walked past, she didn’t have a scarf covering her face and she had makeup on. Her eyes shone bright with a magenta shade of lipstick neatly presented. We walked past each other in perfect alignment, without any need for spiritual protection, without any need to hurt another being with their powers.
I shifted our reality.
In a perfect world, this would happen daily. In a perfect world, we all could time travel to shape and mold our existences into a loving and kind space. Where consideration, gratitude, and abundance flows from every single crevice of life.
You know as much as I do, there is no such thing as a perfect world. But we can create and mold the world each one of us lives in, to help raise the vibration into a perfect world. It all starts with hope.
In Blessed Oneness.
Carol Dao is the author of, “Holy Sage for the Soul: Spirit Releasement Stories Based on True Events.” She is also an international healer and accepts clients on a case by case basis. Please visit www.caroldao.com for more information or for session requests. As the state of flow requires her to recharge in different energy vortexes and ley lines around our world, she can only be reached by email.