After receiving the message at the beginning of the year, “you don’t need to be afraid of the creatures of the night” (see previous article), I made a clear choice: to release everything that blocked connection with those Beings who had once frightened me as a child.
Emotions that ranged from agitation to discomfort, to fear. They were all “creatures of my nights”.
Aliens, the ones I still believed to be separate from those associated with calm or pleasant experiences, and the emotions from back then, layered over time.
That was the key. And I dove straight into it.
To avoid “false messages” from the Universe, I shut everything else off. No internet searches, no phone calls, no prompts. I switched to analogue mode: books I chose myself, music to relax and dance to, especially songs from the ’80s and ’90s. Perfect for play, and for transforming intense emotions and undefined sensations.
Then, suddenly (late May, early June 2024), my phone filled up: news, videos, testimonies. Aliens, hybrids, contact. The Universe was dancing before my eyes and playing those very notes.
I started seeking out stories and information on alien hybrids and contact experiences, deliberately avoiding the kind of “spiritual” narratives soaked in hate, anger and fear, stories still at war, inside and out.
I came across an interview with a woman, a professional with over thirty years of experience, a therapist and regression guide. Her voice, her words, created space. Welcoming. Without judgement.
For the first time, I felt that my story had space and validity. It was different from the past, when I shared only with carefully chosen people. Here there was gentleness. Respect. Possibility.
At the same time, I was confronting someone who embodied the opposite: the old. Conditioning.
An energy that wanted to redefine me, push me into a shape that wasn’t mine.
Then one Friday, something happened.
I had just come home, and I was deeply fed up with the dynamics this person kept replaying.
I wanted closure, clean and peaceful, and to leave it all behind.
So, I kicked off my shoes.
I put my hands under water.
Closed my eyes.
Called all my energy up from deep within.
I wanted to release my feminine. Let my anger roar.
I expected a scream, a growl maybe.
Instead, a hiss emerged.
My palms lit up. My third eye started to pulse. Kundalini was there, quiet. She hadn’t moved.
Something else was happening.
A space opened up.
Deep.
A connection that sank into the heart of the Earth, and because of that, rose up into the cosmos.
I surrendered to that unknown, shadowy part.
And I leapt in.
What came was calm. Peace. Beauty. The connection with myself. With those Beings who had always been by my side. I had never felt so present. So alive.
Form didn’t matter.
But then… a form came.
A hand appeared at the edge of my perception.
Bluish. Tinted with fuchsia pink. Fingers claw-like.
Sometimes it looked like my own hand.
Other times, like it belonged to a Being beside me.
It was that shape.
The one that triggers ancient fears. Prejudice.
The one that touches deep chords, buried beneath layers of culture, dogma, and pre-packaged ideas of what is “good” and what is “evil”. Who’s allowed to be light, who must be shadow.
That shape is a detonator. Not to destroy, but to collapse the scaffolding of projected fear.
Let me challenge you:
Who decided what should scare you, and why?
Who are you, truly?
Are you willing to face the parts of yourself that never had space?
Never been heard? Never truly seen?
Not even by you, you may know they exist, but you hide them from others.
Pushed them down or were taught to. Taught they’re unworthy of love or presence, but why are you still playing that script?
Why keep crushing yourself beneath that much pain?
How do you expect to draw from life?
You have a chance. Just one.
To flow with existence.
To celebrate its wisdom.
It’s up to you to seize it.
I can only remind you who you are, in your fullness. I’m not accusing you. I see you. I welcome you.
It’s you who gives meaning to what rises within you. It’s not me making that happen.
The power is yours.
What story do you want to tell?
The truth of the encounter happens beyond form.
It lives in sensation.
Those who dare to stay, like I am staying now, discover that what once scared them… can also be what protects.
What challenges… can also heal.
And what was once labelled “other”…is sometimes just a forgotten part of the self.
It all made sense.
I understood the distortion in me wasn’t just fear layered over time. It was conditioning.
Not from my parents, but from society. Beliefs. Dogmas. All the systems that divide.
That push us into “understanding” based on conflict, separation.
That teach us there are acceptable forms… and terrifying ones.
Forms we should fear, precisely because they connect to our personal power and authenticity.
We are fed a hierarchy built on fear.
Fear of self.
Fear of the unknown.
Fear of darkness.
That darkness offers us the chance to face all that we are, and only by embracing everything can we live in harmony. Without attacking or rejecting what challenges us in times of transformation.
I’m not talking about overtly harmful actions, those are clear. I’m speaking of programming that teaches us to cut off, hide, deny. The one that pushes us to repeat mantras of blame, when often those mantras are just the true face of the very systems they serve.
And in the end… that person was right in their own way.
Through our interaction, I allowed my feminine to rise.
And with her…everything that sustains and protects her in her complementary elements.
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