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The Incarnates: Awakening To The Spiritual War, Part 2

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This was a Featured Story on ILLUMINATION, 7.14.2020

PART ONE:

Her mind his brought back to the present with the noises from outside — yelling, laughing, banging, drilling…

She longs for quiet.

It’s midday. It’s hot. It’s summer, and there’s a The Pandemic raging on — in some places worse than ever.

At the moment, that’s the least of her worries — although the constant weight/shift of transitioning Souls, and those of the sick to whom she sends her Light to, are — always running through her.

For months the energetic toll and balancing act bringing in energies to fight this with The Light on both sides, keeping her body from exploding while doing her usual work had been energetically challenging.

And, for a while, things were looking like they were getting better with him.

Of course, though — the shit had to hit the fan.

Mr. Eagle was being more social and in better spirits lately-by a lot — and even made plans to go to the farmer’s market , but that was before he saw her talking to her neighbor, him giving her baby trees.

The next 3 days would be as frigid as the North Pole with him, when she did see him he was less than friendly, and she decided to not even try. She knew why he was suddenly colder than ice, again — it was about her and someone else.

She wasn’t even going to bring up The farmer’s market, but he texted her about what time to go, so she decided to suck it up and hope he would be “normal”.

They went, and he couldn’t be any weirder or more energetically negative throughout the entire time there. It was like they were there together and also not, he kept walking away from her and she kept losing him.

He hardly spoke to her. He was acting like she took a large shit in his soup.

It’s like he was trying to make it uncomfortable — which of course — ”he” was.

She sits, cross-legged, spine tall, and straight, she’s somewhere surrounded by trees and natures things in the mountains where there’s the most protection there can be for her at this stage in The War — it has reached Pandemic level after all — she takes a deep breath and and lets it out slowly.

BE CALM, DEAR ONE.

Those on the other side trying to talk her down, she’s been doing really well all morning, hearing them, doing as they say — she plans on that being the case this time. She tries not to shake as she re-reads his last text to her.

It’s really hard to stay calm. He’s doing it. Again. FUCKING AGAIN!

Yes, Dear One. We know.

FUCK!

He just pushed the button that she was waiting for, that she knew was coming even though all morning she’s been telling herself that he said January, not FUCKING JULY. And he wouldn’t dare screw around with her finances yet again.

The last time he lost his shit, he played with the money then too — just like he always does — using it against her, using it as a weapon. It is an effective tool. Exactly like a knife at her throat — threatening her life.

Mr. Eagle had a fit about a grocery store worker saying hello to her one too many times over the course of a couple of weeks, resulting in him announcing that instead of the usual amount she could count on to live and put into her business, he was cutting $600 month off of the total amount.

Snapped. Just like that. Punished. This was after he was driving 55 in a 25 zone on the way home because he was so heated.

He was already bugged by the last two times that guy talked to her in his own store — but seeing him in a different grocery store and having them run into him was too much for him to handle.

The entire thing would be utterly laughable if it wasn’t so damn sad and frustrating — this drama that didn’t need to exist — but for The Dark creating it within him.

It could be anyone, anywhere. He hates it when people get close to her — if he was a dog, he would have attacked a lot of people by now — just for getting anywhere near her. Talk about territorial.

Once, she spent too much time in a Del Taco getting food, while Mr. Eagle was in the car.

Because some attractive man went in the restaurant after her and they were in line together, Mr. Eagle lost his shit.

By the time she got back to the car, he was fuming mad — but it wasn’t about how long it took, it was about who was in there with her.

He got it in his head that she gave the man her number. She didn’t but what if she did? What if they actually did talk, what if he was a potential client? Someone she could help, or someone he knew she could help?

None of that mattered — it was all fire in his eyes. This mood lasted for days.

Of course, he never said what was wrong, she never called him on it but she knew because she knows things, and he cannot escape from her knowing what is wrong with him.

His temper is downright scary, and it would take an animal emergency — months later to get in the car with him.

I’m not gonna let him kill me on these fucking mountain roads, the psychopath. Losing his shit because an acquaintance says hello and we have a conversation in the checkout lane about his sick mother!

He forgets that he doesn’t fucking own me, despite the money he’s loaned me — and I’M SUPPOSED TO HEAL PEOPLE! Talking to people is how to get that accomplished.

It had gotten so bad — even before this — that she had a hard time not being physically ill when in the car with him, he was putting off so much negative energy that it made her nauseous.

When she told him she wasn’t feeling good, he drove faster around the mountain, really whipping her around the car. Monster.

That monster inside of him is a real fucker. She thought as she tried not to vomit, but she wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of begging him to slow down.

By the time they got to where they were going she had to go to immediately run to bathroom and clear her field, take lots of deep breaths and try to push his horrible energy away from her.

What’s inside of him?

She had recently gone through upgrades that made her even more sensitive to energies and her body was still acclimating.

What the fuck is this! As she felt things in her body she wasn’t used to, and it’s been going for days…

Easy, Dear One.

They had already made her understand that her sudden super sensitivities to smell and light, and energies in general was from the massive healing and clearing she was prompted to do at the beginning of that Stargate. She didn’t expect those types of “upgrades” and of course it meant picking up on people and their disposition way clearer than ever.

The thing that is inside of him hates them both, and its mission is to keep them apart-they are stronger together and they’ve talked about it — The Dark tries to pull people away from her — especially those who assist her on her mission and vice versa — Soul Group Warriors — which he is one.

The Demon rages against him, twisting his emotions and his thoughts, putting horrible ideas into his head, and then fantasies too. Pushing on his buttons, triggering his insecurities and fears to a very low energetic level, feeding off of him, and her.

I can’t take this anymore. He’s letting them win!

It truly broke her heart. If people could only see what is happening!

And he knew full well all about it, and it still got him.

His texts are beyond nasty. If doesn’t flat ignore her. He’ll text her, ask her something, she’ll answer and then he’ll never respond.

Everything about him and how he behaves once he’s taken over is summed up into this exchange that happened a few months prior:

They had been going back and forth after his horrible display in the grocery store and making her sick there and back.

His M.O. of slowly being more and more negative, distant, impossible to talk to, avoiding her, and of course eventually it reaching a peak and something causing an explosion on his, her or both sides has happened — yet again and what was it that she did wrong? Oh right, talk to someone.

The way he stormed around that grocery store, took off leaving the cart with her when she began talking to that guy.

Later he met up with her while she was in line to check out, but once he realized that the man she had been talking to was in line right ahead of them, he actually took his things out of the cart they were sharing and went to another lane to check out, and then gave her a dirty look from afar the entire time. She did her best not to react, because she knows that’s what it wants.

There was no speaking in the car on the way home, he didn’t help her with any of her groceries or the big 6 pack of water either.

If he wanted to be meaner to her, he could have backed up the car on her as she unloaded it.

After she got herself inside and calmed down from their exchange of energy, she made a decision.

No more. She can’t subject herself to this insanity any longer.

She knew this would probably set him off more, but she didn’t care.

She sent him a text, telling him that his negative energy has gotten so bad that it’s making her physically ill to be around him. His behavior was off the charts, he obviously cannot manage his attacks and begged him to allow her to help him.

I can get rid of what’s playing with you and me-you know I can.

This has to stop, but you need to make the decision that I’m not the bad guy-which you know.

I didn’t and don’t do anything to you other than love you, but they come in and twist you up against me, make you mad and angry make you act illogically towards me and those you don’t even know for getting in close proximity to me.

All I’m supposed to do is get close to the people who need me and you’re someone who’s supposed to help that, but instead all you do is create a wall of negativity around me, making what I’m to do so much harder.

Please, fight it and let me help you.

Instead of acknowledging any of what she said, he comes back announcing that he won’t be giving her the money that he’s promised — that he offered — this has one intended effect: FEAR

Suddenly he was taking a huge chunk of it away $600 — she of course, did nothing to deserve this.

He’s just mad that a guy who works at a grocery store found the chips she wanted one day, and then a different day sees the same man at a different grocery store, they say hello — and that’s all it takes.

Mr. Eagle is brought down.

Insanity. This is fucking insane. Does he not see how absolutely fucking crazy he comes off with this shit?

He does and that’s what makes him so mad.

He can’t help himself. In fact, the shit that he would like to do, and say, etc. etc. is so “Hollywood Horror Story” that to him — he’s doing well.

Fantastic —

He’s taking out $600? Are you fucking kidding me? No fucking way!

F’bombs fly free when she’s upset.

She texted him back — reminded him of his promises and how she didn’t do anything to him to deserve this treatment. She reminded him of the course, the help and the supplies they talked about her getting and the things she was working on for the business.

She hoped that she could get him to see reason, and walk this crazy shit back.

No response. Not for a long time, so after an hour of killing time she decided to meditate and take a nap — a little escape into The Other Worlds sounds really, really good right now.

This human drama bullshit with him, The Dark Side doing their work and shitting all over her friend — again, just like her entire family and all of the other people she’s ever gotten close to…

It’s War.They are The Dark, and nothing is off limits. Even an old man who was her friend.

It played on his romantic side. And his jealousy. This man 45 years older than her acting like an unhinged jealous boyfriend. Big time. A nasty combination for any human, but when fired up and on The Dark’s nuclear energy, directed at HER — holy shit. Watch out. What he becomes is unrecognizable.

Even though he intellectually didn’t want to “be with her” he couldn’t help but want her to himself, to be jealous of anyone who would potentially take her away.

This was exceedingly problematic as time went on because it didn’t matter who it was-a neighbor, a client, a person working at a store she talks to one too many times.

Life could be roses and rainbows, she gets a text from a new potential client and that’s the end of it, his mood flips from great into angry.

Imagine, all she is trying to do is help people and get them to find her, and he gets mad when they do.

That’s how bad it is.

EVEN NEW CLIENTS?!? He’s jealous of new clients?

The first time his mood shifted and she couldn’t figured out what the hell happened, until she checked in with her Guides and they showed her the text, how she read it and talked about this man who wanted to talk to her about working together.

That’s all it took. But it truly can be anyone. New potential female friends, neighbors, children, store workers, and neighbor men who are married.

ANYONE can set this off that’s how strong a hold this thing has on him. It’s impossible to fight. Even if she wasn’t actively trying to meet people for the business, market and network — which is so hard being someone who’s always under attack, always having The Dark push against her and use people to make things more difficult for her.

Yes, of course The Light is stronger, and she always figures it out, she is protected and no matter what, she ends up on top — still, the struggle is exhausting, and she’s constantly having to shift what she’s doing to keep ahead of the lower vibrations that come after all that she tries to do.

No matter what — she’s in battle. That’s just how it is for an Incarnate — most of them, but for an Archangel, it’s even more intense.

They really want her gone, she’s a potential wild fire — able to set of scores of Light Bodies, and that’s exactly what she aims to do — and why they want to stop her.

Truth be told, it’s a miracle she’s made it this far.

Most of the time, Incarnates on any level get swallowed up before they even can begin to be activated into remembering who they are. They are under attack from the time they are born.

Or if they do Awaken, many get lured into and taken down ridiculous rabbit holes of conspiracy theories, meant to ensnare the Light Bodies into distraction from their Missions.

While they are seeking The Truth, because they know that most of what is told to The Collective is bullshit — they get trapped into these time and energy sucking negative matrix’s that they get stuck there, unable to get out and into and on with what they were actually activated to do, instead trying to convince The Collective of things that only make everyone look insane.

Example: Flat Earth.

The Dark laugh their asses off at The Light bodies who have been sucked into that one.

It is ironic, really…The Incarnates themselves, their friends and family — the world at large has no idea what they are — but The Light and The Dark know.

They’re just different. Maybe they have abilities, maybe they are sick — mentally because “they see and hear things” — yeah, no shit they do. The real stuff that the rest of The Collective does not. But they are the crazy ones, right?

Or, maybe they are extraordinarily intelligent, or gifted in the arts, or sports, etc. But for the most part, despite their different ways about them — they seem like everyone else. After all, most people are odd, just in different ways — so no one really puts that much thought into the ones who are extra weird.

It’s The Light, and The Dark who know. They know each Incarnate before they are born. And from that moment on — it’s a battle to keep them down as much as possible for The Dark — torturing them, feeding off of their energy in a multitude of ways is fun, so they are like little toy things and MASSIVE energy batteries for the dark as well — but if they get Awoken, or close to it — then they need to be eliminated. The battle really begins upon Awakening for any Incarnate.

For The Light, it’s a battle to get through to the Incarnate, have them feel the connection get close to their Soul’s again, connect with their guides — all of The Angelics are there waiting for all of them.

So The Light Body stands in the middle of The Dark, doing everything they can to take them down, and The Light fighting for them to Awaken, stay that way and stay on track.

It’s not easy. There’s may false roads that can be traveled that The Dark pave for people to keep them from really doing what they are to do.

For her, it was simple though — clear yourself of the shit you have on and in you. Get to neutral, protect yourself, know yourself. Understand this shit. Connect with your Guides. Heal what is wounded from the physical to the mental to the emotional to the spiritual.

Yeah, it’s a lot of work but what else is more important? Being a toy for The Dark, because you’re “too busy” to “do you” and take care of the most important thing in your life? YOU?

The Light Bodies get taken in places that they need to go to get to the gateways of The Truth, about reality and themselves. They are constantly making choices.

At some point it culminates in staying asleep or Awakening to their reality.

In the meantime and until they figure it out and accept their reality, their place in the world and what’s going on around them — they are caught in the middle, completely clueless to The War that rages, and their part in it.

Once Awake, it’s a tight wire act to stay that way, bececause there is so much coming at them, challenging their sanity and their life, in multiple ways — from relationships to jobs to housing to food, etc. Their very survival comes into play, or their sanity or both.

It is WAR after all, and it’s no joke.

Nope, it’s not easy coming into body as a Light Body, but as an Archangel — it’s even more precarious because she’s a multiplyer-and very strong, you have to be to get to where she is just to be born — let alone to get to where she is now.

Yet, she realizes that there’s so much left to uncover, so much to figure out, so much to learn and ways to grow and evolve. She also knows that she’s nothing totally alone. She’s an annoyance and a threat, and while she has popped off a few Light Bodies, it’s nothing close to her potential.

She remembers being told that it would be hard until a certain point in time and then it would be not so hard, because of coming together with other Light Bodies in different ways.

There are several things she knows for sure at this stage in The War, and her life. One thing is that none of The Light Bodies/The Warriors of The Light are meant to fight by themselves. It’s just not possible. It’s nearly impossible to survive. The challenges are steep.

She’s been homeless, domestically abused, had 7 near death experiences, penniless, had strokes, was in a broken body with a chronic illness and lost her entire family.

But that’s just a tiny fraction of what it’s been like for her. The odds of “making it” to the place she is aren’t great. It truly is a miracle she is where she is.

It really has been War.

Her Guides showed her visions of what happens when one is born.

The boom and the light is impossible to miss, if you’re in the 3rd or lower dimensions, where it’s darker, and all of a sudden a Light lands that blows everything away — it cannot be ignored.

The entire planet takes note — both sides.

One landed. The Dark Whisper.

She’s made it. The Light Sing.

Meanwhile, she’s clueless about who she is and would remain so for nearly 50 years.

Continued.

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