I mainly just command to be in my own energy and that anything that isn't mine leave. It really is as simple as commanding it. I connect to the earth and the sun. And I love working with Rose energy. While I understand that some guidance is good for building confidence, what you're drawn to when you turn in and ask is gonna be the most effective (trust your intuition instead of outsourcing) and it will strengthen and refine over time, the more you practice tuning in.

When I was leaving my gym earlier, which is bang in the centre of a city, there were literally thousands of people walking through, mostly in the opposite direction to me, from a nearby football stadium.

I’d emerged from a swim/steam in a really deep and gorgeous spot, right on the edge of my period, super open and dropped in. And about ten minutes into the walk, I noticed some thoughts start to loop around themselves and get into a bit of knot.

It didn’t take a minute for me to clear myself and my house when I got in. And what I wanna highlight here, is that even though seeing to my spiritual hygiene removed the density, as it should, I was left with the residue of the thing that got hit. And there is incredible wisdom to that.

I wrote recently that the more evil tries to assert itself, the more it ends up exposing itself. And what it also does, is it exposes the unintegrated part in you, that it can hook into.

The thoughts were relating to a particular thing. And there was an opening after that incident where I could call home the fragment harbouring those thought forms. I could really SEE it. Because the attachment that floated out of that crowd revealed it.

And all of this took basically minutes.

Something like this could have knocked me out pretty hard and absolutely has more than a few times before.

It has been pretty crazy to sit with how costly it has been to move through the world not knowing how to deal with everything that is not mine, for such a long time.

Honestly I think that shit alone makes up 80% of the ADHD/OCD symptoms.

I did most of my life in varying states of distress and going to some pretty destructive lengths to dull down the roaring sensations in my body, thinking it was all “mine” - one of my earliest memories is of feeling the despair of a man I passed in a street.

I also cannot fucking emphasise enough how important practicing scrupulous spiritual hygiene is if you’re highly sensitive.

Implementing good practices around that literally burned off so much nonsense in an instant. SO MUCH. And dealing with the stuff you pick up on the street is pretty easy. You are inherently sovereign. You command it and so it is.

And I actually think that many sensitives fuck around for longer than necessary in this respect, because if they practiced good spiritual hygiene, they’d have to own their power and start operating at a higher level, and it is low key easier to slump through the world with all manner of parasites leeching off you, pretending you’re powerless right?

Ask me how I know hahahaha

But my point here above everything, is that nefarious energy has a cool way of mapping back to you what is up for integration. And allowing that process to shape you is incredibly rewarding. It’s not always easy, but after years of fighting with myself, I know how to draw in and cocoon fragmented parts of me in sometimes seconds.

The more you embrace the wisdom of the unfolding, the more everything that once seemed so complex, begins to simplify.

Thanks for the recommendation. This stuff really fascinates me

As far as nefarious energy goes Earth is the wild west haha

I had to leave a vipassana meditation retreat earlier because I was having ibogaine level visions by day 3. Wound up riding the edge of what could have been a psychosis. Definitely not unrelated. Although Ive had to be careful with the "always more problems to solve" thing. I like that it always getting deeper / higher. There's just always MORE

Interesting! I'd love to know more about working with the earth lines. Good to meet you.

Ooo! Let me hold onto that invitation - I appreciate it. I'll message you. Good to meet you!

It can aye. I think with spiritual transmission you gotta gravitate towards the translation that lands for you because it is essentially the same thing being said in a million different ways, which isn't a bad thing, but if you're not turned on by the way it's being said it gets boring.

Yess I absolutely feel you on that! Good to meet you!

Lovely thank you and yes I've already been in touch with them and got the follow pack 😁

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Lush. Good to meet you!

"I am awake now" can sometimes translate to: "I moved from the ~asleep~ side to the ~conscious~ side" and what that means is, the internal divide is still there. This one has fucked me up hard a few times. Unaddressed internal division - the place in a person that is predisposed to thinking in binaries, left / right being the big one - will make you very predisposed to ideological compliance.

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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.

I was good friends with a bloke in university, and it would take some years after we’d long lost touch to realise that he was a compulsive liar with some pretty deep set narcissism.

I really don’t love the word because I think it’s thrown around a lot. And also because I think we all have narcissistic tendencies, sometimes more overt that we even realise, and we’d do well to get honest about that instead of calling everyone else one.

But here I am anyway lol

I remember him workshopping a piece in our creative writing class, and it got ripped to bits because it was a short fiction about child abuse, but it was just utterly devoid of any complexity. It was so shallow and strange. I’m almost certain he wasn’t telling his life story although I know some will argue that trauma can breed a kind of detached story telling. It read like the lyrics of a death metal track. Just gratuitously grim for the sake of it. He listened to a lot that music.

That workshop probably should have been a sign.

But I’m reflecting on it now because I made a few close friends during that time who were frequently and flagrantly untruthful and destructively self absorbed.

(I don’t think self absorption is an issue - even healthy - but I do think it can become destructive i.e damagingly narcissistic)

And do you know what was funny?

So was I.

And more specifically, I wasn’t in the house. Just wasn’t there. I related with people who - albeit unconsciously - sensed that their nonsense could go unnoticed with me, because I was so outside of myself. Could barely see a car coming - inches from running me over - because I was so far away from myself most of the time.

(What's funny, is that I have the gift of sight.)

I came to uni at the height of the chronic disassociation that would lead to a break down at the end of it.

Unsurprisingly, post mental break, those friendships fell away, very quickly. Almost all in one go. It was like I’d come out of a really deep fog, one that I knew even then was eventually gonna kill me if I didn’t shift.

I’m pondering it because I’m pondering this way that we can carry the exact kind of velcro that hooks into other people’s.

Cultivating presence - the kind of presence that is so clear and quiet it transforms everything it touches - is how you become velcro-less. Because when you see that clearly, nothing gets past you, and deception knows when it won’t get away with it.

I chose not to see for a while because I didn’t have the emotional capacity or maturity to hold the truth. And when you see the truth, there are places where you are also gonna need to start telling it.

It’s funny that my core gift is sight and also it is brilliant. I had the exact initiation around it that I was supposed to have.