" Being a Spiritual Warrior" and How We Become One"

  

                                         

                                 Aglaḯa - 3 years old

"I dedicate these memories to all children, teenagers, or adults who are in any situation where they believe there is no way out. 

                                              There is."

There's help. There's hope. There's life up there for you to start again, and again, and again if needed...Hang in there you can make it, you can do it, you are valuable, you are special, you are beautiful, and with a destiny that will cover and heal all the soul bruises you might have today. Trust me... I did.

I was born to be a "Spiritual Warrior". Today after listening to a person on YouTube doing a tarot reading, she focused on that area of information. I understood after she explained why things that I have gone through, have a meaning.

It was like being in a spiritual school, with teachers around who delivered their lessons to me to learn how to live in this world and learn the hardest lessons about survival, I must say that I have survived, so I can consider myself with the right, to be called "Spiritual Warrior" when you grow up without a father and mother takes the anger on you. It all started when I was ten years old.

 As a child, my mother raised me with indifference and gave me responsibilities that didn't belong to me.

As I was growing I was the " man " of the house, looking for food, without money and bringing it to my mother otherwise she was going to punish me using on my body car antennas, dog leather leashes, belts, and even an iron cord ...pulling my hair or cutting it  leaving me bald.

I recognize now that the " lessons", being forced to find solutions that belong to adult people, with the words " "Find the solution for this, I give you three minutes " and if I passed the three minutes without an answer, I was slapped. ( I was ten years old) 

She didn't send me to school anymore and took me to work with her to sell used clothes, door by door and carry heavy packages. I was ten years old by then. there are many more, many more details, but when your mother punish you every day telling you that she wants to you be gone from her sight, but you are full of bruises due to her "treatments" and she says: "I want you to be gone from this world, so I won't have to work anymore, because I am going to be in jail."....that..that's not good...

I was punished once because I took a few more minutes going to find food and I stopped to talk to a neighbor ( a girl my age) for a few minutes, she said that if " now I was a " low class girl.. like them" (?) and she forced me to be standing on a corner of a street at night and leaving me there at 10 PM, with the risk of being approached by some truck drivers that used to sleep into their truck on that street every night, I was fifteen years old. I was prevented for having" that kind of experience" due to some neighbors that called the authorities and they took me to safety before anything could happen to me.And after that they called my mother to pick me up. Goodie..!

I finally broke free one night when I was sixteen years old. When my mother left the home, my neighbors paid for a taxi cab, and with what I had on I left, no suitcases or anything. I went( previously arranged) to the home of a woman that I had known since I was little girl. She  helped me, finding me a job as a "maid" without pay, only a room and food in exchange, I had to clean the home and sidewalks cook and more chores that I don't remember. Life kept going with more experiences.

The story is long but remembering what I can, at this moment, and making it as short as possible, after listening to that woman on YouTube I understood that my experiences were planned for me to pass a test, a test that almost cost me my life, but I am here...

That and many more details are in my heart, those experiences marked my life, and today I realize that I have to let go of all the feelings regarding that, I have a few more sad feelings,working on it...

Knowing that past lives and collecting experiences made me who I am today, frees me from pain, sadness, and question marks.

 I kept going only with my willingness to be alive and with the spiritual protection that I always had, and I have.I succeeded in being alive with the light that I carry within me, all the horrible moments with my mother, being hungry, homeless, abused, and more...

To realized that those experiences made me stronger and I became an intuitive, energy healer, and spiritual advisor.and with that today I can help others,although when I was little, around 6 years old I knew when something happened to someone or it was going to happen,that can give me the title of being a"little witch?" I leave it there. 

I bring all this and more to the table to be able to help others, having experiences from past lives in different places on this planet.

I have proof of being a Priestess, in Greece, a Roman woman, a Shaman in a tribe in Brazil (1,700s,) and a Wife somewhere in Guatemala.

 I received the name of the tribe I belonged to, through a dream and found out that now I do the same energy healing that I was doing on that tribe. Nobody taught me that in this lifetime.

Yes, life seems to be a little hard, it is sad, defiant, and cruel, and everything hurts to the bone, but if we find out that those were lessons to bring you where you are now, and focus on making you stronger it's a blessing. So I am blessed.

I thank my mother for her lessons, brutal, but lessons. Lessons that helped me to survive and leave her. It was my time to keep finding other teachers.

I thank my father for his abandonment when I was born.

I thank my husbands( two) for the precious gifts of my daughters.

And I thank the four of them: Mother- Father- Husband 1-and Husband 2 -for making my life a living hell, so I could keep going and be who I AM today.

                       Thank you all for being here reading this.

         I hope that my story can give you the strength to keep going. 

                                            Life is good!

                                               Chin Up

                                                Aglaḯa