Suffering Freed Me From A Karmic Blood Tie

Synchronicity at its finest. I got confirmation of something regarding my family, after being inundated to look into my ancestry, a curse on my maternal bloodline, grandfather this, grandfather that, for months. Almost a week ago I had a eureka moment, as my high school would say to describe epiphanies. All the suffering I’ve endured for years, especially being starved and severely financially abused in the past six going on seven months, was not in vain. As promised, it all makes sense, eventually. Every time I’ve suffered it’s turned out to be protective, this time is no different. Further solidifying there is no such thing as coincidence, everything happens for a reason. Whether one figures it out depends on how tuned in they are with the universe, how aligned they are with their purpose, the strength of their faith to trust the process.

Growing up my mother regaled me with stories of my grandfather, specifically his criminality. Murdering his first wife Linda, he absconded jail by going to Voodoo Mary, where he turned to black magic for freedom. When he’d physically fight Linda she’d bang on the wall, signaling the neighbors to call the cops. However when they arrived she’d cover for him. Subsequently my grandfather would curse the neighbors out, threatening to hurt them as well. Irate, they decided not to help her next time, which turned out to be the last night of Linda’s life. My grandfather ended up pushing her, causing her to hit her head on a table and die. Fleeing the scene immediately, he sought the help of Voodoo Mary, turned to the dark side, sold his soul and had her death written off as a mere accident. It was reported that she slipped and fell on her own accord, despite the neighbors testimony and amassed evidence from previous calls.

Now a satanist, he didn’t just give his soul, but four generations of his offspring. This is typical, deals with the a Devil are usually intergenerational (read The Rothschilds Funded The Holocaust 2). Answering the question that’s been weighing on me since finding out my husband Lewis Dvorkin, sacrificed himself to save me from Mick Jagger, aka Satan (read Mick Jagger Stalked Me Before Birth). How can this lesser entity kill a Divine?

Bodies restrict Divines and blood is a powerful thing. I was caught in a karmic ancestral tie. Meaning contrary to what my grandfather promised, I go to heaven instead of hell, thus I was allowed to die early as a trade in for his deal (read Revelation 10: God Had On Timberlands). Ending the world. If I die before completing my tasks, everyone dies; I’m Shakti, the energy that moves the universe. Lewis being clairvoyant prevented this from happening, not at all a heroin addict, but Shiva swallowing the poison to save the world. Telling me he’d go first to protect me, one day I’ll understand. Only Lewis is beautiful enough inside & out to be Jesus/Shiva- we have numerous avatars. My baby is a hero.

My grandmother also prophesied my future. Telling me I was going to change the world and she’d watch from heaven. Giving me speeches I memorized, but was too young to understand until now. Even though I was saved, I still had to clear my ancestral line of this blood tie. The ultimate trickster referred to in the above tarot is Satan, who traps humans and worsens their fates. Taking on all this suffering I’ve paid what my grandfather promised of me. Blood and witchcraft being my domains, with Mick Jagger as my ultimate enemy in every lifetime, this debt was hindering me. No wonder he said I grew up with demons, that family members I wouldn’t let him kill, despite him repeatedly asking, were due. Taking my mother as his birthday gift this year. As the generational curse breaker, often the black sheep, I was strong enough to end it. However, the rest of my family who had lesser tests, which would’ve been to help me, cannot say the same. They did the exact opposite in the past five years, adding to my abuse. A part of demonic legions, unable to see I was their blessing and test. Minus the one uncle who saw this was a toxic line and behaved accordingly. Everyone else will fulfill the karmic contract, as promised to the Devil by my grandfather. While I’m free, finally! I don’t owe Mick Jagger shit. It’s over for the ops, everything I do, spells I cast, will be amplified. Enjoy this time, Kali & Shiva. Via: VibinWithCiiCii

Updated: 12/06/2024 11:34pm

Ten Signs You’re Growing

Another sign is responding the to same situations differently. Oftentimes this is tested by putting you in the same circumstance, to see if you’ll apply the lesson. This happened to me a few days ago and it feels stupendous to see my growth in action. Which of these applies to you currently? Via: MindBodyGreen

PSA: Closure Has Many Faces

Once upon a time I was a person who believed closure consist of a final conversation, accountability, apologies. Leaving me in a karmic loop regarding relationships that I perceived as open ended, due to the inaccurate definition I held. What I learned is closure comes in different forms, the disrespect was the finale. Expecting maturity from people who don’t possess the necessary skills, is a waste of time and how the relationship deteriorated to begin with. Oftentimes there’s nothing left to discuss, remove them and move on. Via: SelfLoveHannah

Updated: 9/27/2025 1:14am

Pick One: Evolve OR Repeat

Take accountability for your freewill decisions. Every day you choose between staying stagnant, sticking to your comfort zone, repeat. Or working harder to become a better version of yourself, evolve. Remember baby steps forward, are still steps. Which are you choosing going forward? Via: LedByHeart

An Exercise In Rainbows

Multicolored installation made with thread, created by Gabriel Dawe. Remember there is always a rainbow at the end of every storm; these days are no different. We will be fortunate twice, for the brilliantly burning light and the gold that waits at the end. Try to find the magnificence in each and every day. Name the last storm you weathered (the dilemma), the lesson (representing the rainbow) and the pot of gold at the end. I’ll go first.

Storm (Dilemma): I want to find the one, but I keep attracting toxic men who are emotionally abusive, creating drama and trying to manipulate my emotions. All of them really immature (one of them so young it makes sense), trying to make me jealous by using other women as pawns. None of them respect me, none of them properly courted me, all of them tried to break me in some way. Albeit they have a warped idea of love, since women with low self-esteem, degrade and devalue themselves for their attention. Throwing themselves at these boys, instead of being courted as a lady should. It started to make me think I would never find the one, maybe I should settle for what is, lower my standards. Most people would, my options have money and power. I wondered if my integrity and belief in true love was naive.

Rainbow (lesson): If you see a red flag leave, trust your instinct no matter who they are. A lot of times I put others before myself, as an empath. A lot of people take my kindness for weakness. I kept seeing things from their perspective, making excuses for their shitty behavior. These are trash men and what they feel for me isn’t love, it’s obsession and infatuation. I enable them when I don’t call them out.

Pot Of Gold: “You attract a lot of guys, even though they look different they’re all boys.” A psychic told me this years ago, that the one for me will be a man. Standing up for myself, dealing with my last karmic lesson (an actor turned influencer) led me to a man. A kindhearted human being, who respects women. Men are rare, but they do exist and that makes every hardship worth it.