aletheia starborn

It started with a dream.

I was at the beach with a man, someone I recognized, yet didn’t trust. In the dream, I told him he never really liked me. I told him I had been drunk that night, that I believed he brought me there for something romantic. But he hadn’t. He never told me the truth, and something about the entire situation felt wrong. Misused trust. A quiet manipulation. There was something off about him, even though he looked familiar, handsome even.

Then I woke up -or so I thought.

The Astral Intrusion

I was lying in bed, kind of half-asleep, half-awake, when I realized there was someone next to me. The same man from my dream. He was hugging me. It felt so real-like he was actually there. We kissed, but something was wrong. That’s when woke up.

There was no one physically in my room.

And yet, I could feel it, this heavy, dark energy. 

My first thought was: A warlock was just in my bed.

I didn’t waste time. I got up, cleansed my space, called on Archangel Michael, my spirit guides, my animal protectors. I burned herbs, called in light, sealed the space. Every part of me knew something had tried to get in.

The Morning After

The next morning, I got ready and went to work. The day was hectic, so I wasn’t really thinking too much about what had happened until I saw him. A coworker I’d always gotten strange vibes from.

And suddenly I realized-he was the man from the dream.

He kept looking at me. Not just casually-like really looking. Watching me like he knew something. Like he knew that I knew. It was creepy. Unsettling. But I moved on with my day and tried to ignore it.

The Download

I was riding the subway home-long ride as usual-and that’s when the vision came. Out of nowhere, like a full movie in my mind. A soul memory bleethrough through storytelling.

We were in the office at a big meeting. The windows suddenly exploded-glass everywhere. People freaking out, trying to hide under the tables.

Then I heard his voice, yelling: “You will give me her!”

He used my soul name.

Someone asked who he was talking about, nobody with that name works here. I said, “That’s me.”

And I jumped through the shattered glass.

We started fighting. He was throwing energy balls at me-fireballs or whatever they were. But nothing happened. I wasn’t even scratched. I realized I was protected.

He started shouting at me, calling himself a demon and a warlock. He said I was stupid to give up my power, laughing at me. I told him straight: “I didn’t give anything up. I chose to be human. I chose to experience this. And I still have my power.”

That’s when I called in my backup. I could feel my wings activating, my guides. My whole team was by my side. 

And then I took his power.

Literally-I absorbed it. His energy became mine. It felt raw and outdated, like trying to copy-paste divine magic too many times, filled with glitches. I called it Neanderthal magic because that’s what it felt like-clunky, weak, unevolved.

He was shocked. I could see the fear in his eyes.

Then I used his own power to strike back. I pushed him away with his own force. He tried to fight again, but I overpowered him. He ended up on the ground, looking back at me with fear in his eyes. And then he disappeared.

The Aftermath & The Realization

I sat on the subway, completely awake, thinking: What the hell just happened?

But deep down, I knew it was real.

I realized that something-or someone-had been sent to observe me. That this guy had been a kind of vessel, maybe even a tool for surveillance. But when he acted-when he came too close-he blew his cover.

And they lost their access.

I broke the link. I shut the door.

They can no longer watch me through him.

And I realized something so important:

Nobody can take your power unless you hand it over.

I never gave permission. I cleansed my space. I claimed my power. I called for backup. And I walked out of this stronger than before.

Spiritual attacks are real. Astral intrusions are real. Surveillance is real.

But so is your strength.

And light always wins.

Since I started sharing my truth and using my real name on my website, I’ve felt more visible. And yeah, that can attract attention, but that’s okay.

Because I’m protected. Because I’m not afraid. Because I remember who I am.

And if you’re reading this, then maybe now you remember too.

You’re powerful. You’re protected. You don’t have to be afraid.

You are the light.

If anything tries to creep into your space, just say:

“I don’t consent. You have no access here.”

Call on your angels. Call your fire. Call your truth. They cannot bind what is awake.

Love always wins.