VxPoem ID: 43395
Posted: December 28th. 2012 8:27:24 PM
by J. Aurielle Nazro
Age Group: Adult
This story is based on an actual event, a true story of my “Awakening”.
Everything happened exactly this way. In this story, I am Michaela and Dena is my sister.
Michaela went to bed and simply could not fall asleep.
Her thoughts kept turning to her younger 15 year old sister, Dena. She just could not get her sister out of her mind and was waiting for her to come home from visiting their older sister Jacquie and her boyfriend, Jake. Michaela did not like Jake – something about him made her feel uncomfortable and uneasy.
One thing Michaela learned early in life is to listen to ‘The Voice’ – for it never steered her wrong. Ever since she was a child, she would sometimes hear a voice telling her to avoid something or to watch out for someone. When she listened, everything would work out fine, but when she didn’t, she paid the price: situations would not work out well and many times bad events would happen. Michaela learned early on that the Voice was always right.
This time The Voice was telling her that Jake was trouble. Every time she was in the same room with him, she felt uneasy and on guard. She did not like the idea of her younger sister off visiting Jacquie and Jake without her being there. She felt tense and had a nagging feeling that there was something definitely wrong. Michaela layed in bed, waiting and waiting with apprehension until finally Dena came home.
As Dena climbed up the stairs to go into her own bedroom, Michaela called out; “Dena, hey wanna sleep with me tonight?” The words were hardly out of her mouth when she heard Dena make a sigh of relief. “Yeah! I’ll be right there.” Dena responded.
How weird, Michaela thought. It WAS weird for two sisters wanting to share a full size bed when they have their own rooms – as anyone with siblings can attest to. This is definitely not the norm, for as sisters, Michaela and Dena had their fair share of arguing and fighting usually over territory and possessions. But for some reason, both felt compelled to be together tonight.
Follow your gut instinct, Michaela told herself. Listen to The Voice within.
Michaela pushed over to make room for her sister in the bed. Dena climbed in, and Michaela asked how her visit went. Dena started to talk about the visit, how everything went fine until Jake decided that he would drive Dena home – alone – just the two of them while Jacquie stayed home. On the way home, as Jake drove, he began to make Dena feel very uneasy – so much so that she pressed her body against the door away from him. She began to feel very frightened and she kept her hand on the handle to open the car door. She couldn’t bring herself to look at him for she was scared.
“And then, just as we pulled on our street, he pulled the car over because he said he wanted to talk. I was so scared, Meeka. It wasn’t what he said, it was the feeling I had as he was talking to me. I felt that I was in danger. I tried to look at him, and it seemed to me that I saw a red gleam in his eyes and I could feel the presence of harmful intent surround him and reach out for me. I kept on praying that he would just take me home, but he just kept on talking. Finally he decided to pull the car back on the road and take me home.”
Dena sighed and exclaimed “Man, am I glad you asked me to sleep with you tonight. I am really creeped out and still scared.”
Just as Dena was finishing her story, suddenly the room was filled with extremely discordant, oppressive waves of energy – that some would call it an evil presence, others may call it a demon –filled the room. Dena panicked and hid her face in the pillow, shuddering and sobbing in fear while Michaela held her tight.
“Oh My God, Michaela, do you feel that?” Dena cried in panic.
The energy surrounded them as Michaela hugged her sister. As they continued to brace themselves from the onslaught, Michaela could feel the fingers of oppression try to literally pick, pick, pick its way into her mind. It felt like tentacles worming its way through, probing, pushing, prodding more and more, trying to enter her mind and elicit fear.
Dena was lost – totally lost in the throes of panic as her fear overwhelmed her. She shuddered and cried as Michaela continued to hold her. Within her mind, Michaela heard The Voice telling her that succumbing to fear would only intensify this attack.
“Don’t be afraid. Do not allow fear to overcome you. Fear will only strengthen this attack. Be strong and allow it to pass by you.”
The Voice told Michaela calmly within her mind.
Deep within, Michaela pushed whatever fear she had away from herself and envisioned a concrete wall slamming down that prevented all fear from entering her mind. Then she called upon the angels, the Divine Spirit, upon all that is Good and Holy to come to help them through this crisis. With her emotions blocked, fear had no purchase within her even though the evil oppression was like a heavy blanket that was smothering and covering her and Dena both. Time seemed to slow down, sloww dowwnn, .s. l. o. w. d. o. w. n. , but Michaela held firm. Eventually she sensed that this discordant energy was losing momentum. Finally, after a while, the attack ceased. Michaela hugged and held Dena until she was able to regain her composure.
“What was THAT?” Dena asked. “It felt like the same feeling I had when I was in Jake’s car.”
“Well, it must have come from him, then. Don’t ever go visiting without me again!”
They lay back in bed still talking about it – wondering what in heck happened? Why did it happen? What caused it? What WAS it?
Michaela told Dena “Since we had help in fighting this presence off, we should thank the Powers of Good and the Divine Spirit for the help we received.”
They held hands and prayed their thank yous – when it seemed that there was a tingling sensation between their hands.
Michaela asked Dena
“Do you feel that – that tingling?”
“Yeah, I do!” replied Dena.
“Well, let’s both of us continue and see what happens.”
So they focused and thank the Powers of Good even more.
The tingling suddenly turned into a pure current of energy like an ocean wave flowing over all, pouring over them. Pure love in Physical Form. Not simply the emotion of love, but the True Essence of What Love Is flowing through in powerful waves, washing through both of them – flowing over and over and over. Waves upon waves upon waves the energy crested over them, pouring over and through them, blessing them both.
The more they sent their thanks, the more the energy came. It felt like they were floating on a raft as crests of waves passed beneath them… but instead of water, this was the physical manifestation of True Love literally passing right through them.
Eventually, the energies subsided after a full hour passed. Michaela and Dena knew that they were blessed with an incredible gift. They shared a Mytsical Experience, a gift of Certitude, a blessing of True Knowledge. For the first time, they both realized that they experienced Spiritual Forces in an intimate way.
They now understand that the Spiritual World is indeed real and not simply a custom to perform, a figment of imagination or a wishful thinking that there is something more beyond this physical realm.
It cannot be said that Michaela and Dena imagined the entire thing– for what was so incredible is that they both experienced the same thing together at the same time. They were given the blessings of the Faith of Certitude that awakened them both to the True Nature of this Reality.
And this changed their entire lives forever.
What is the lesson of this story?
Always, ALWAYS listen to The Voice.
Fear will feed whatever is attacking you, so do not fear.
The Mystical/Spiritual Universe is a very real part of Reality.
After this experience, I decided to devote my entire life to deepen my relationship with the True Reality that I experienced that night. Whereas Dena, my sister, totally traumatized from that experience of discordant energy, shut down all of the doors within her that allowed her to connect with all things mystical. She is not willing to take the chance of experiencing that ever again.
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