ME Myself and I. My Soul Diaries 9
Category : MY STORY
FRIENDSHIP, NIGHTMARES AND THE LADYBIRD
I woke up and I was breathing like I had just ran a marathon. I was soaked in sweat and felt like I had just been dragged from a time warp, a time in the past that I had never wanted to return to, ever.
During my teens after my dad had passed my mum unfortunately married, what I can only describe as nothing short of an animal. Every day was like walking on egg shells hoping to appease him to prevent his frenzied violent attacks. Fear roamed the corridors of our home like a malevolent shadow, waiting for any excuse to manifest itself. I had along with other traumas, thought that I had dealt with this time in my life with therapy, but obviously not, as I was being taken back to that time every time I fell asleep.
The nightmares were so real that I thought I was dissolving into some sort of breakdown. I was back as a teenager, angry, frustrated and in the fear and terror of his vitriolic words, sneers and violence. I just couldn’t work out why this was happening. It was 1 Jan 2015 and I could see nothing but a black year ahead. I just couldn’t shake out of it. I was feeling like a victim again with the nightmares bringing all of my worried thoughts and innermost fears to the surface. Why was I being made to suffer? The state I was in made me even more prone to not answering the phone. It would buzz silently by my side but I refused to connect to the outside world, not even my closest friends had access, including Jay. I couldn’t cope with talking, having any conversation or projecting my misery onto anyone else. I was isolating and I knew it.
As I went to grab my glass of water I was just about to take a sip and nearly swallowed a ladybird. I carefully took it out of the inner rim of the glass and placed it onto the windowsill. I then went back to sleep as the insomnia was horrific so most days I slept all day.
I woke up about 9pm fed my poor babies and was wide awake. I had had yet another nightmare but chose to put it to the back of my mind as I literally ‘lost’ myself in Lost, a mysterious show where people are marooned on a very strange island. I could hear a flickering sound and after a while realised that it was coming from under my lampshade. It was the lady bird again. Fearing she may burn on the light bulb, I caught her and took her downstairs to the lounge.
I then decided to walk through the cemetery so the dogs could get a run. Looking back on it, anyone from the road would have thought they had seen a ghost! I was in a white hooded dressing gown and carrying a torch! I found a weird sense of solace sitting there in the silence under the starlit sky and the moon. With no superficial light it felt ethereal. I used to have many conversations with the angels there, in the black velvet of night. But I never seemed to get an answer. I felt an irony in that place, I felt like a ghost drifting through time and space with no specific goal or reason. It was so peaceful. I could understand why I had been given this space.
When I walked back into the house, I of course went straight back to bed. I saw something in the corner of my eye and saw that the ladybird was sitting on my pillow. It just didn’t click, but remember the bumble bee? So I huffed, lifted her up again and put her on the windowsill behind the net curtain. I must have drifted off as at exactly 2.22 am I woke up and what was sitting on my hand? The ladybird. I checked to see if this was a second ladybird, but there was nothing behind the net curtain, I recognised the markings anyway. It then finally hit me that this was a totem. I googled it:
A ladybird heralds a time of luck. Higher goals and new heights are possible. Worries begin to dissipate. New happiness will come about. Don’t go too fast or try too hard to fulfil your dreams. Let things flow at a natural pace. In due course wishes come true. Leave your worries behind you. Do not be scared to live your own truth. Protect your truth and know that it is yours to honour.
So it was about accepting my situation and allowing the processes to flow and resting throughout. It was also telling me that I had to accept me and my new truth. It was to be difficult as I had always been driven to be the best at everything I did, as being good at doing nothing was the hugest obstacle I had to overcome. It then hit me, was I being healed from my abuse trauma? Was there still a recess somewhere in my soul that tenaciously protected the memories and experiences of that trauma and they were finally being exorcised for good? Was this part of the boot camp? So many questions, but I just didn’t have the answers.
What I will say is these nightmares paved way to something magnificent and another tool to my itinerary that would prove useful in future years. I just couldn’t see it at the time. As for the luck and happiness to come, it was exactly right, but again I was in the black and at that moment in time there was no flicker of light to help me along my dark tunnel of isolation and misery.
I then googled 222:
222 as an angel number is one of the more common sequences shown to those who are awakening to the presence and guidance from the angelic realm.
The Angel Number 222 has a very significant and powerful vibration. It contains the attributes of 2 and 22, the Master Builder Number of inspiration, big ideas and the focus and persistence needed to manifest big dreams into reality.
222 as an Angel Number has to do with manifestation, keeping in balance, and creating blessings on a huge and global scale.
When you repetitively see 222, it’s a message from the angels that you’re on the right track. You’re in the right place at the right time. Stay positive, know that your angels are supporting you, but remember to ask for angelic assistance.
222 offers assurance that things are and will work out for the best when you focus on your desired outcome, stay positive, go with the flow, and continue taking steps in creating your desired result.
The Angel Number 222 is a reminder to keep the faith, to stay focused on what you want rather than what you do not, and to trust that all is well, and everything is working out according to Divine will for the highest and greatest good.
How inspiring! It was a perfect explanation of my circumstances and my dream of publishing Earth Walkers, and just to back this up when I went back to sleep, I had another very lucid dream, another story that I was to write. It is called Coffin Crashers and is a romantic adult comedy ficton about two girls who work in a funeral home and gate crash the funerals to find love! It also enables me to bring in facts about the afterlife and the journey of our soul. It’s an excellent story. So perhaps I was being taken onto a new more creative path? Becoming a writer of fantasy fiction? Who knew.
The next three weeks brought the most horrific nightmares connected to my past, but miraculously, the dreams started to change. By the end of this particular part of my spiritual boot camp, healing abuse, including an attack I experienced when I was 7, I found I was taking control of each dream and in the end won over the attacker and my mum’s ex husband. After a few nights of me being the victor. The nightmares stopped.
Yes I was indeed being healed finally of this past trauma. It made me realise that perhaps the shadows in my soul were being erased in order for me to be clear, light and ready for my new spiritual work.
The morning after the last victorious nightmare, I went down to the front door to let the dogs out. There on the doorstep was a basket full of food. There was no note, no clue to who had left it there, it was just full of essentials that I needed. As I put my arm up to steady myself by the front door, the ladybird was sitting on my arm. I started to cry, I felt so grateful and most of all loved and thought of. The food parcels, cooked meals and toiletries were left regularly on the doorstep. I may not be reaching out, but I was being cared for in a most magical way. I can honestly say, I would not be where I am now without my friends.
Never underestimate the true power of genuine friendship. These are the beautiful souls who will be there for the highlights and the shadows. I have found that my close friends are my family, my soul cluster. Even though I hadn’t learned it yet, they were and are my lifeline. Please if you suffer from a chronic illness, reach out to your friends, they are just waiting for you to ask, trust me. There is no weakness in asking for help, if anything it is a refusal of self love and self care. I still struggle, but I am getting there!
I would also like to add, that if you have been the victim of any abuse or trauma, it may still be held in your soul as a shadow, even though you think you may have dealt with it, it could still be affecting your life now.
Please consider counselling if you are open to this type of therapy. There are many other holistic ways through hypnosis, NLP, healing, CBT etc.
Ask Archangel Raphael to help heal your way forward. It doesn’t have to be a specific prayer, just give him permission to come and help you. He works on a beautiful green ray of light. Imagine this colour in your head as you ask him to come and help you.
Archangel Michael, the warrior, is also a good Archangel to call upon, on a radiant blue light he can help you move forward with strength and focus and help cut any ties that bind you to the past.
Generally in the next few days you will get a specific sign from them to say that they had answered your call. It can be anything to a feather delivered in an unnatural environment, an angel symbol or anything that will hit you as ‘weird’ or a representation of the angel realms!
Don’t allow your past to create your present and your future. get rid of it once and for all.
My tale of the lady bird was a sad one, I found out she needed to be hibernated. I placed her in a matchbox and put her in the porch but found her dead in the spring. I was so upset! But in her death, it almost felt symbolic, like there was a death of part of me which could surely only lead to resurrection…..