ALERT! Since malevolent entities carry negative energy, I’ll call them ‘cuties’. 😌 The site is mine, so I do what I want. 😂 And today I would love to talk about my journey with spiritual attacks and how I handled them. Never in my life I thought I would write about this and it was a long way for me to do it.
I never really bought into the idea of “we are surrounded by evil forces” until I was attacked by them. And after I started to believe, it took me years to understand what the hell they were and how they worked.
It all began when I set foot in Brazil during a full lockdown, after a year of utopia in New Zealand. I had received a vision from God for my life and was more alive than ever, full of energy, plans, dreams, and willpower. The ideal recipe for manifesting new realities and creating a new paradigm.
I was physically exhausted after a healing process that had lasted almost a decade. I needed to rest, and for the first time in my life, to lie on the couch and do absolutely nothing for weeks.
The time of the Great Mystery is perfect. And when we allow life to align with it, there is no wasted time. Everything is in such divine order that, just when you need to rest, the whole world stops for you to do so.
Gabriel O Pensador used to say that “when we change, the world changes with us,” but I still didn’t know that this change happened without asking for permission. That my choice about who I wanted to be influenced the entire universe, even if that wasn’t my intention.
Returning to Brazil brought to the past an unrecognizable new being who, by now being free, allowed everything around her to be set free. This created a classic case of love and hate. I love her and hate her in the same proportion. I want to hate her, but I love her. I want to love her, but I hate her.
When you free yourself, you give permission—often non-verbal—for the souls of others to be freer, without the consent of their ego, reason, or consciousness. This takes them out of their comfort zone unexpectedly and makes it obvious that something is different, but what exactly? And how is it possible for something to transform me without my permission?
This type of energetic movement makes it clear that we don’t have control and are indisputably connected to one another. There is, then, a breaking of the belief that we are separate and that the more individualistic we are, the safer we are. It also teaches (by force) that everything is energy and that isolating oneself in the material world, thinking of safety and absolute stagnation to preserve the ego, is illusory, to say the least.
Freedom is hard work. We need to learn how to be free, and that doesn’t happen overnight. And, like every change, there’s a period of adaptation that requires willpower for expansion to happen.
The problem is that offering freedom is very romantic in philosophy, poetry, and history books. It’s the revolutionary and the hipster’s utopia, but in real life, it’s the greatest fear of every human being. Including those who claim they are willing to die for it.
Fear is the express train to darkness and the most efficient doorman when it comes to opening the gate for any and all entities that want to come out and haunt the neighborhood.
I can’t explain it. I can only state that people carry entities in their bodies, the ‘cuties.’ Maybe they are pain bodies. Maybe they are beings of another species.
At first, they are invisible. Then, they take shape in a way that your eyes might not be able to see, but you see. For some reason, you can see.
This “seeing” isn’t traditional. It’s something totally inexplicable within the human vocabulary. It’s there, and you see it, but you don’t. Maybe it’s the recognition of the old experienced Witch. Maybe it’s the opening to the multidimensional reality of those who dare to question. Maybe it’s something divine making the invisible perceptible enough to protect you. I’m not entirely sure.
The goal of these ‘cuties’ is to prevent any kind of change or evolution. Their job is to convince human beings that being petty is “hype” and that being mediocre is okay.
You know that Discovery Home & Health show that features people so obese they can’t get out of bed? And that other one about hoarders who have so much trash in their houses that they sleep on the floor?
The two cases are very similar. There’s always someone who feeds the addiction. Both follow the routine of people who aren’t well. Both are broadcast as entertainment.
Self-destruction is considered fun. When someone wants to rest or escape reality for a bit, they watch people making terrible life decisions. Whether on TV, video games, social media, or in books.
I could spend hours listing the entire programming of multiple channels, and almost 100% would fall into the same category. Human beings with very little creativity, multiplying stories and patterns told repeatedly because no one demands anything different. Being mediocre is “hype,” remember?
The obese person has someone who buys 25 lasagnas a day. The hoarder has someone who allows one more credit card purchase. And the viewer watches it.
People watch in horror and have the solution to the problems of these obese people or hoarders. They swear on everything that is sacred that they will never be in that pit of despair, without realizing that the obese people and the hoarders are mirrors of the viewers.
The only difference is that one’s ‘cutie’ is visible as an object, and the other’s isn’t. The damage of some ‘cuties’ is repressed by common sense, and that of others is accepted. This is called brainwashing. I create false double standards to confuse you.
If you believe there is a quality standard and I applaud your naiveté, you give me your loyalty and trust. This way, I have you in the palm of my hand. Because your value is determined by my reaction to what you do. You depend on me to have value.
But who am I? What have I done to have the right to define your value? Who created this measure? And how was the bar set? Do I do what I’m telling you to do?
Anorexia is less disgusting than obesity. Obsession with cleanliness and order is much better than living in a dump.
The rebel is cooler than the saint. The revolutionary understood much more than the conservative.
The effect the ‘cutie’ has on people is the same as an antidepressant. The house is lit up, but no one is inside. And often, it’s also like the effect of an anxiolytic. The electrical system is showing signs that it’s about to short-circuit, but the residents continue to watch TV with all the electronics on and lights lit. No one bothers to call an electrician.
And when someone disconnects from the matrix and stops feeding the collective pain body, the ‘cuties’ of all the types mentioned above attack that person together. Out of nowhere, arch-enemies become faithful squires against a common enemy.
All moral and civic rights, all social rules, all the status quo disappear, and there is only one mission: to bring down the soul that has disconnected.
Why not kill her? Because if she dies, there’s nothing to feed on. It’s one less source of free energy. If I can’t suck it out of someone, I have to move to find food. Movement causes transformation and you understand how the cycle closes and the pattern forms and repeats.
The attacks begin at home and expand brutally. Because, if the ‘cutie’ has permission to mistreat you at home, there are no limits for the ones that come from outside. This is why who surrounds you determines a lot of the amount of peace you feel, and when you evolve, you often need to move.
From then on, your life becomes a battle. The goal is to survive while your heart and head try to understand how such a thing is possible.
A constant tension. The need to be vigilant 24 hours a day. The goal of the ‘cuties’ is to not allow you to rest—to literally wear you down.
You know you’re not crazy, and yet it’s hard to believe it’s real. You know what’s happening, but knowing doesn’t lessen the shock.
The glass dome disappears after shattering into brutal, violent shards. The colorful world of the vision God showed doesn’t exist anywhere around you, but no matter what happens, the light remains on in your heart.
Surprisingly, you go to sleep defeated every day and wake up with more energy the next day. Without exception. An eternal source of divine vitality.
One day, I woke up knowing it was time to move. There was no doubt.
The ‘cuties’ imitate God perfectly and confuse you. With God, you feel good, happy, and at peace. If not, you feel terrible. It is, however, essential to know yourself in detail and be intimate with God so you don’t fall into the trap, because the disguise is something out of a movie.
When the battle is unfair (150 vs. 1), you need space to grow. Your energy field needs to be as large as possible so that your radius of influence can spread and multiply. The larger the radius, the greater the protection and the capacity for transformation.
I grew so much that I needed to move to explode and go beyond the exoskeleton that had once been my home. Being enclosed means giving space for evil to corner and exhaust you while it remains intact. This is the greatest danger.
Over time, opponents end up getting to know each other intimately. I got used to the strategies, habits, forms, and personalities of each of them. I didn’t give in; I remained vulnerable, strong, and brave. There is no other way to make evil bow before you than to preserve absolute dignity.
I understood that they entered me and connected with me through energetic leaks in my Achilles’ heels.
First my overeating to shove feelings back inside. I ate my feelings therefore was constantly digesting which is one of the most energy demanding processes in the human body. Needless to say there was no energy left to protect me from the ‘cuties’ and the denial vibration connected us easily.
Second came from excessive thinking. Mostly dark negative thoughts, of course. This created a tunnel taking the ‘cuties’ directly into my brain, dominating my nervous system with my consent.
Third was financial dependency. The owner of the money holds the power to decide what to do with it. That’s why women became such master manipulators throughout history. You hold the power to decide and I force you to do what I want so that my life turns out the way I wish. Desperate attempt to have some authority over their lives.
If your world view is too small for the size of the fight I’m enduring, I can’t depend on you otherwise my murder will be iminent. I must be independent or die.
The day I decided to leave, I started running, doing high-intensity exercises, and practicing intense breathing with apnea. When energy rises, you create a gap between action and reaction and use the elasticity of time to your advantage.
You gain time to breathe and modify reality amid the chaos. This is the most efficient way to stretch time and create opportunities out of nothing. Like a flower growing on asphalt, truly. It is essential to strengthen the body so that it becomes equal to the spirit and mind.
Along with the overdose of physical exercise, I did the 21-day cleansing of Archangel Michael, worked and induced my sexual energy to the maximum, and spent hours in the sun in contact with nature. Guided by something greater than me, I followed the steps of the divine like a soldier. God’s most obedient daughter.
The cleansing caused headaches, diarrhea, strong and intense dreams, chills, and all sorts of symptoms. At the end, a feeling of inexplicable lightness and freedom. The experience repeats itself every time I receive the call to do the cleansing again.
Months later, the price of the plane ticket miraculously dropped, and I was able to buy my exodus. I did the second cleansing of Archangel Michael, packed a 7kg backpack and left.
It is essential to travel light both inside and outside the body in situations of violent spiritual attacks. The more difficult the infrastructure inside and outside, the slower the movement and the less distance you can create from evil. I had to embody the concept of “connected to everything, attached to nothing” in every way.
I started preparing (without knowing) for the greatest fast of my life. The process began years earlier with liquid diets and a few hours without eating. It progressed to fasting from dinner one day until lunch the next day. Little did I know that it was preparation for the greatest transition of my life.
After walking non-stop for more than a month, I started flying from one country to another in very short periods of time. If I stayed in one place for too long, they would reach me.
I was taken to the city where my spiritual journey of healing and shaping of the body, mind, and soul began. The divine made it clear that I should do a 9-day fast and break it with a Moroccan dinner made by hand with care, attention, and intention.
During the fast, I dedicated myself to connecting with the Great Mystery. The fast was broken under the full supermoon. The portal opened, and I got the job that guaranteed the continuation of my journey. I discovered that fasting in this way is called “purpose” by religious people.
”Purpose” is when you give up something (usually food) to feed on God, on your spirituality. It’s about taking away distractions and making space in your routine to connect with the divine with more fervor and frequency.
It’s cutting off the channels – through which the ‘cuties’ invade your body and take your power – and giving the fight to something stronger and more powerful than you. It’s trusting in a divine love that wants your good and is willing to fight your battles so that you can open up, surrender, rest, and conquer the next level.
There are people who make a purpose to prevent possible future battles. Others who surrender when it’s extremely necessary. I fasted within the second option.
The first fast gave me financial return so I wouldn’t go back to the past. In this one, I went 9 days without food, praying instead of having traditional meals.
The second brought me a great love. A protector who fought the greatest spiritual battles with me and multiplied my ability to respond to what comes from evil. For this one, I climbed a steep and inhospitable mountain for 6 consecutive days.
I understood that purpose is not suffering, sacrifice, or pain. It’s surrender and trust. You don’t make a purpose because you want a certain result, but rather because you know the result has already been achieved and you need to give thanks.
You connect because you know that bringing the divine closer only strengthens you with the substance of love. And you ask for help, direction, and the opening of paths because you are in situations of extreme spiritual difficulty.
No evil endures in environments of shared light. Together we are stronger, and when you ask for help and do what facilitates the arrival of help, life smiles. Love likes to work as a team and knows what to do to help you get out of the hole.
The distress only lasts while some part of us is improperly open or disconnected from the light. Asking for help and showing a desire to change makes the shadow turn into light, because now the shadow has been vulnerably exposed.
Purpose is basically giving up the energy leaks and concentrating it all inside, sending it towards Source. It’s giving light a real honest shot.
My life changed after I made purposes with God. The blockages no longer exist, and neither do the energy leaks in my eating, thinking and financial supporting. I can rest.
The next level keeps coming at high speed, and the preparation is intense, but the suffocation has ceased to be part of the routine.
Today, breathing is the medicine that takes me higher, step by step. That’s the long term purpose and commitment I made with light.
The journey of fighting evil taught me that healthy habits are called that way because they feed light and weaken dark. But for that to happen you must be intentional which defines everything, because your intentions are the prophecy of your future both short and long term.
Final Considerations
As Jesus said: “the spirit is willing, but the body is weak.” It is necessary to strengthen the body to make it equal to the soul.