I was camping earlier in the year and on one of the nights, I came face to face with something unsavoury, probably alien, while slipping between waking and sleeping.

Sometimes when I go through the paralysis, my soul doesn’t exit all the way, but I can open my eyes and see the field. What I saw was an ugly, lumpy, ghostly pale being attempting to get to me through my husband.

My first, knee-jerk instinct was to angrily grab it and pull it out, but in doing so I felt a grip around my soul-body tighten. So I let go and just looked at it. Remembering that it couldn’t do anything without my consent or participation.

The being dispersed like smoke. And then, not aware of my body anymore, I find myself in deep space, and I see the outline of my heart. Immediately I put a sheath of golden light around it.

The following months would see me dislodge something hard and metallic placed over the top of my heart space. In its absence, my mind has been able to drop down into my body *consistently* - as a baseline - for the first time basically ever.

The OCD-type mental compulsions have dropped off in a massive way. Which is miraculous, because the root of some of those pathways have existed ever since I can remember.

Last night I had a dream where I heard a voice in my head tell me that my soul could be harmed. (Not possible, but the soul could create a reality where it simulates that if it believes it.)

And I felt the fear penetrate. It is a creeping, constricting feeling in my body that is visceral as fuck even in the dream space, that I have felt many times before. But instead of me becoming engulfed in darkness and the dream space collapsing, I spot it, gather my focus, and set about commanding my space.

I see arms come over my shoulders - that same ghostly pale colour, and lumpy, with long finger nails. But they can’t touch me. I know what it is immediately.

A man comes to my assistance and places his hand over my heart and speaks out commands with me.

And I wake up.

It has been quite a trip to recognise that I have been under intense and unrelenting psychic attack for pretty much my entire life.

And moreover, that more attempts to penetrate my field are gonna happen, the brighter and clearer I get.

The more my mind drops back beyond the obsession and problem solving.

The more I recognise the unfuckwithable nature of my soul.

The more I learn let go of control.

AND, the more sovereign I become, the more I recognise that the attempts that the opposition makes to reassert itself are the ways it EXPOSES itself.

I don’t speak in terms of good vs evil very often but it is useless to pretend that this dichotomy isn’t a part of this reality and that dimensional warfare isn't at the root of a lot of psychic illness.

And my point here, is that the more rooted in the truth that you get, the more you identify with what you actually are, the more evil just gets caught with its trousers down, while scrambling to stay relevant.