Rebirthed Revelations
April 6, 2024 The air was thick and still as I sat in my car, parked in the quiet sanctuary of my backyard. All day, I had wrestled with an unrelenting pain, a torment so visceral it felt like death was slowly wrapping its fingers around me. Throughout the day, I kept hearing a persistent, almost pleading message: "Do not lower your vibration, no matter what." Clinging to these words, I fought to keep my spirits high, even as the pain intensified. But as night fell, a dark weight descended upon me, dragging my vibration down. It started with violent coughing. Blood spewed from my throat on to the concrete. Sweat poured from my body as if my soul were trying to escape, and each breath became a battle. Then, out of nowhere, a searing, phantom pain struck—my right arm felt as though it had been hacked off with brutal force. Yet, when I looked down, my arm was there, intact. Panic surged through me. My body betrayed me again—this time, it felt like one leg, then the other, had be...