WELCOME TO MY WORLD
BOOK 1 CHAPTER 4
A CAT IS A CAT IS A CAT
“Thoth, today I’d like to get to the bottom of what’s happening at work. Nasturtia vs Clients…is there a link?”
“Yes,” he replies.
Just then the phone rings and it’s Nasturtia asking me to help her with her bio. The synchronicity is unbelievable. I shake my head. This kind of thing happens to me all of the time, so I am rarely ever surprised anymore.
I ask Nas to write down her ideas and tell her I will guide her to find her best voice to express what she wants to say about herself to promote herself. I made it clear that I will not write it for her, but that I will help her write it for herself. I feel satisfied with my stance and boundaries. I hang up the phone, close my eyes and look to Thoth.
“Did she cord me?” I ask.
I close my eyes and see three black arrows on the end of a tail trying to get into my heart. They’re lingering just outside of it, but they can’t get in. I’m more tired of this than upset. I decide to talk to her on the inner and show her what she does to me with her intentions, her energy, her phone calls.
“Are you really my friend?" I ask her, already knowing the answer.
She lowers her eyes and looks ashamed….and nervous, like she has been caught out doing something naughty. She then turns into a small child.
“Trying to get my sympathy,” I wonder.
“No. This is when she learned this behavior…of how to get what she wants, any way that she can. It is her form of manipulation and style…her Signature that has been enhanced by her upbringing, her society, her family and friends. On some level, they have approved her way of Being, accepted it, and allowed it to be what it is, therefore enforcing it within her Being. This is the age of the enforcement. Now, she knows no better, therefore is stuck within the cycle.” Thoth answers my thought.
I look at little Nas and begin to feel more compassion for her situation, for her predicament, though I do not feel sorry for her, for this is her true essence, one that I no longer wish to affiliate with. So I unleash my wrath.
I rise above her, getting satisfaction from her quivering, and then I wonder what is wrong with me.
“No thing,” I hear from Thoth.
“Then why does this feeling of my own wrath make me feel both powerful and…bad…guilty even?”
“Because it is new and it is foreign to you. You have not mastered it, but you will,” is all he gives me.
I turn back to Nas, who has tears streaming down her pudgy little cheeks, eyes glowing wild with fear, wonder, confusion.
“You do not know who you have fucked with for the last time,” slips out of my mouth to my own surprise, and in a voice that is loud, thunderous and foreign to me. I almost cover my own mouth, but instead, I allow what must come out to come out.
“How dare you,” I roar.
She shivers in a little black lacy dress, black shiny patent leather shoes buckled around lacy white ruffled socks. Lips red and in a pout. Eyes wide and in a shock. She breaks down in a whimper, tears streaming, but cannot take her eyes from me. She goes to speak and I interrupt her.
“Do not speak to me. Do not dare.”
My flaming eyes pierce hers and fear strikes her again.
“I have had enough of you, of your shit, of your poison. ENOUGH!”
I am surprised to see billowing fire blaze from my mouth knocking her backwards a few feet. She cries harder and my heart rebels at giving in to her sadness, her fear.
“I know who you are. I know what you are. And this game is OVER!"
Lightening cracks and thunder roars as my voice echoes in the air. I watch as a big hand comes down from the sky and takes her up. All the black cords of energy she has with her clients, and all those clients dangling on the other ends of those cords get grounded into the center of the Earth, then disappear.
I close my eyes again.
“I can’t see anything.”
“She closes down your third eye,” Thoth replies.
“Poisoned tipped arrow cords on her tail. They exist. She wants in. She can’t see. Instead of seeing for herself, she steals from others.”
I clear sticky black tar from my third eye, polish all three of my eyes, and then do energy work around them until they look like glowing, iridescent pearls spinning in alignment again.
“Awareness makes you stronger,” Thoth reminds me.
I then close my eyes and call all of my clients forward to speak to them on the inner. I invite them to come see me and to not let the dark energy at my place of work prevent them from seeing me if that is what they truly want. I turn into a big golden Light and rise above. I blow them all a big golden kiss and they disappear.
I open my eyes and turn back to Thoth who is squatting on the ground.
“What more about Nasturtia?”
“She is a danger to your energy field and to herself. So stay away until you become stronger to it. Discover your lesson with it. Same with Kim, Serge, etc.”
“What is my lesson?”
“A cat is a cat is a cat. A scorpion is a scorpion is a scorpion. An insect is an insect is an insect. Some will not change. It’s not their way. They have a specific ray and a specific vibration…their Signature. It’s how they operate and there’s nothing you can do about it. All you can do is focus on yourself and your personal Signature.”
“What about her bio thing?”
“Have her write it. You edit. It must come from her otherwise it’s your Signature she’s using to make believe it’s her own. Show her how to write it, but not what to write. She will just use you; she can’t help it. She is what she is what she is. Do not go to her home. It is a trap. Remember “The Community” sabotage and do not forget. All is well in your world.”
“Stop talking about her. It just gives her energy and you have more important things to do.”
“Should I stay there or should I go?”
“It has a negative vortex.”
This I already know.
I close my eyes and see the energy spinning in the opposite direction. I see Ellis, Nasturtia and three others doing a ritual and putting a magic spell on the building. That, I did not know, but I am not surprised knowing Ellis used to be a practicing warlock.
A flash of Nasturtia telling me how they met pops in. He’s not a warlock, he’s a voodoo black magician. His name when she met him was Papa something. And he was revered as a Voodoo Doctor in his native country…Puerto Rico or Haiti, which is where they met while she was on vacation many years ago…I can’t remember.
“Haiti,” I hear.
I am reminded of the book of magic she loaned to me years ago. This I must find and burn. It must be removed from my space immediately, as it already corded Phaedon once. The last thing I need is to remove that energy from him again.
“This is why Milind left. He does not operate this way.”
I nod my head in agreeance. It all begins to make more sense.
“Your time there is coming to an end. Only a couple more months. Find a new space. Give notice soon.”
“Thank you, Thoth.”
Then I wonder why I kept that book in the first place.
“You thought there was something in it you needed to know, so you kept it.”
“Is there anything in it that I do need to know?”
“Of course not. Everything you need to know is within,” Thoth points his right index finger into my heart, “right here, where all things are. You no longer need any information from the outside world. You never really did. But you being the curious one that you are, well, you had to learn in your own way. Now you know better, which is why you stopped reading other people’s books long ago.”
“Anything more I need to know?”
“All is well in your world.”
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Tamara Rennie is an international intuitive healer, teacher and writer from Southern California living in Australia.