Embracing the Eternal Echo: Coping With Sensitivity, Solitude, and the Sacred Dance of Forgiveness
In the quiet hush of this morning’s dawn, winter’s frost etched silver filigree on the windowpane, I found myself once more at the precipice of my soul’s vast ocean. The world hums with unseen currents, vibrations of joy and sorrow, love and loss, that lap at the shores of my being like relentless waves.
As an empath, an ascended soul traveling the awkward alchemy of the spiritual and the mundane, I am both vessel and voyager.
Visions pound me hard. My heart, a cosmic sponge, absorbs the experiences of my previous lifetimes, but this one especially. Pictures flashed in my mind and led to memories.
I thought of the laughter of Alexander’s first Halloween mask, the sting of a father’s untimely departure. My thoughts moved to recalling the glitch of my smartphone that mirrors the fractures in our fragile connections. Everything flooded into my third eye like a picture book whose pages were being flipped through too quickly.
2012. I saw my first client emailing that they were happy that a spell I did, reunited she and her lover.
2013. I saw Amber, Gia and I playing “Just Dance”. We were poor still. Amber, Noah and I shared a bedroom, me sleeping on the floor at night so that the kids had beds to rest in. On weekends, we all took to the floor with blankets, Amber ‘s friend Gia joining us. Without money or transportation, we were left to games at home or long walks to get out. In that memory, we all danced to “Starships” by Nicki Minaj. It was our workout. Not enough funds to join a gym.
Another image flashed. 2014. I was sitting on my computer on a website called “Starseeds.net”. People flooded my messages with questions about spirituality. My blogs and YouTube channel had already been up for a year and half already and many wanted to know more. I used a photo of myself holding a crystal ball encircled by a rainbow, as my profile pic.
2014. A man named Mark from Australia and I had become close friends through my work online. I was awaiting his email in the vision, but received one from a woman named Sherry, a real estate agent from California. She asked me to join her on a cruise out there, after helping her. Excitedly, I begged my parents to watch Amber and Noah so that I could go, but they said no. I was so disappointed. I had never really been anywhere. Mark got in touch with me later, and cheered me up.
Another image appeared, of later that same year. I sat in my backyard, but this time I had finished doing a spell with my daughter. We had a huge fire and called the elements of fire. It was a beautiful night under a blood moon. Amber and I used the remaining embers of the dying bonfire to roast marshmallows. It was a beautiful Summer evening.
The images continued, one after the other, all containing moments that played in like movie clips in my third eye, teleporting me back to missed days of old. Times that were simpler. I could hear the voices as we chatted in the images. The music that played back then could be heard as clearly as if the radio was right by my side again next to me, playing them all over again clearly.
Outside the energy felt somewhat normal with hints of sentiment. Tapping back into the energy at present, it all felt so empty. Nothing like the years before. I started channeling further and found myself spiraling down the rabbit hole.
I went from years ago in the past, to the present, and by that time, I was expanding into the firmament. I felt the world’s depression, loss, and the fears of so many people which lingered in the airwaves.
I saw Ukraine.
I saw the pasttimes of the country, memories of families who once lived there. Some of their family members were dead, others… separated from each other by taking refuge elsewhere. I felt the people missing their loved ones. I saw an elderly woman’s memories of having grown up there since she was small. Already she had lived in danger there once during the holocaust, but eventually there was peace. Oh how different Ukraine was then! I felt her feelings of hopelessness of witnessing war again.
It was all so sad. I saw backhanded deals in politics. I saw my own future. I saw protests erupting next year, more.
After long, I wished the visions would stop. But how? By that time, I had let the whole world in. And it hurt in more ways than one.
Afterwards, I just shutdown. I think I started to shut down a long time ago. I didn’t shut my gifts down, but I started holding in my visions, my thoughts, keeping them to myself, to protect myself. Aside from the world, I witnessed so many traumatizing things through my visions, from allowing so many people to get close to me in the past, knowing that they would hurt me. I know I can only blame myself for allowing them in, but my unconditionally, loving heart could never deny anyone. And I have no regrets. Yet, I hurt inside to think of human nature. Heaven explains it, but I can’t grasp it yet. Or I have difficulty accepting rather. How can people hurt others? How can people prioritize themselves instead of their loved ones? Why are they so blind to so many things? How can they just follow the world so easily. How can someone hurt someone who has been so good to them? Why hurt animals? Children? How can people treat one another like objects? I ask heaven so many of these questions and even in the deepest explanations that they give me, I say: “ No.”
Humans can be shifty. Communication makes me jumpy.
Imagine if you can, I receive a single text, innocuous to most, yet as I open it , it makes me shake within like a meteor shower. Nausea rises, visions flicker at the edges of sight, tremors ripple through limbs unbidden. It’s not the fault of the person texting me, it’s the remnants of the visions that I had, that have me shaken up. Or, that I saw too deeply. Why can’t I just see everyone the same as everyone else? Where things hidden from the ordinary in a persons past, or mind, are never seen?
Trying to text back, I sense the individual is low in vibration, good, sweet natured, but in need of healing. I hesitate to reply. I can’t add one thing to the other. It’ll cause me so much uneasiness afterwards. Even if, I seek to see the good. I always look for the good. I told Heavenly Father if I see a bad person who has even 10% of potential to be good, I’ll focus on that. I’ll do anything to show that to the person themselves too. Many times the percentage increases. Most times, even if it does, I get hurt. It’s worth it, I suppose.
Sometimes, I wish I just wasn’t as I am. This is my reality, where psychic sensitivity amplifies the world’s into roars. In my own growth, I’ve learned that such overloads stem not from weakness, but from an unshielded light-body, porous to the residues of others’ unresolved traumas. I have dealt with it all of my life.
A casual phone call becomes a conduit of shadows; an in-person exchange, a deluge that leaves me bedridden, soul-spent. Why can’t people just love?
The Hypersensitive Heart: A Gift Wrapped in Thorns
But the divine irony! This vulnerability is the forge of deeper wisdom. It compels me to erect sacred boundaries, not walls of resentment, but veils of holy solitude. It all teaches me so much, with heaven narrating over top to peel back layers.
It’s been a lot , to see the things I’ve seen. Like the lotus folding into the muddied waters to emerge pristine, I must retreat to recalibrate.
I have chosen, with a heart both heavy and liberated, to limit draining interactions: no more unvetted visits, no lingering calls that siphon my essence. I make the plans, and initiate texts. For years I’ve ensured that I avoided overload by avoiding calls and visits except after spiritual healings, and being completely pre-prepared. Even my cell phone stays far from me on a shelf, when not in use. Even the exposure to the Non-ionizing radiation off of my phone makes me feel low. I don’t under how people can sit on their phones all day? I get nausea and throw up after awhile.
In terms of health effects, cell phone radiation can greatly hurt your DNA, and ruin spiritual DNA activations if the person doesn’t rejuvenate by renewing the activation, and receiving quantum atomic healing to wash away those harmful energies. And let’s face it, there are other toxins in the energy all around us, in the ether. I wish people would trust me. I’ve always just tried to enlighten and keep everyone healthy. But I have to be in a good place divinely, in order to help those who seek me.
Instead, I will continue to offer my gifts through the ether, texts that carry healing frequencies, online sanctuaries where souls connect without the crush of proximity. In this choice, forgiveness blooms not as erasure, but as elevation. To love unconditionally is to see the divine spark in every wanderer, to release their hooks without bitterness, granting them, and ourselves, the freedom to evolve.
Although I’m already spiritually evolved myself personally, bad energy, stagnant energy, the sun, even my own psychic gifts can all harm me, depending on the nature of what I’m seeing or experiencing. It’s a shame.
I truly always dreamed of having a lot of people around me, and even maybe to even have had a true helper to share my life with, someone that I could really harmonize energies with. But sadly, it’s not looking like that’s going to happen for me, being that I’m sensitive like this. My true marriage, is to God, my people, my kids. That will always be my sacred vow.
I know how much more heartbreaking it is for the heavenly beings to witness earth’s current state and human conditions. I speak with many of the angels each day about it, leaning on them as a shoulder to cry on. I love humanity and earth so much, and it kills me to see evil.
All the while, so many other people would rather ignore it, or they mirror it back outwardly, or they wonder why should anyone even care since earth has had corruption since beginning of time anyway?
That’s not the point.
Even having been around looking down from above, prior to coming to earth, we knew that it was a corrupt place, but we also knew that it was going to get worse. That’s why messenger’s were sent every so many thousands of years, to help people awaken. That’s how much heaven cares, that sensitive, perfect messengers are sent down into this world that literally is heartbreaking and hard to handle to live in, to walk through this hell in order to help enlighten other people so that they can be done with the planet’s trappings, and they won’t have to experience the suffering here anymore. That’s sacrifice, and true love.
But nobody really notices it since there are so many, fake spiritual teachers out there, fake prophets, and miracle workers, and the few real ones are ripped off for their truth, being pushed into the background so that humanity never finds the true gateway out of here, they only feel hopeful through the facade.
The Fading Flame: Why Healings Demand Devotion
That’s why I created special packages that worked together, to create that feeling of divinity for people while they got the very best healing for every part of themselves. In Hinduism and Buddhism, they believe that each part of yourself is a part of your spirit. Mental, emotional, spiritual and physical. The same applies in the teachings of Jesus, only they disguise it a bit more. Jesus once said: “You have heard that it was said, ‘You shall not commit adultery. But I tell you that anyone who looks at a woman lustfully has already committed adultery with her in his heart.” (Matthew 5:27). So to think about something is just as bad as doing it, and you’re using your thoughts and your emotions to ponder over something or desire it. All that’s left is to use your spiritual energy to push it into action. Even Proverbs 23:7 says: “For as he thinks in his heart, so is he.”
In our era of accelerating ascension, the spirit’s machinery whirs with unprecedented fervor. Global energetic shifts, tied to solar flares, geomagnetic storms, and the collective churn of awakening, thicken the vibrational soup we swim in. Healings are more important than ever before. The imbalance in earths, energetic grid, the pollution in the air, the negative frequencies being emitted through the web of collective consciousness, it’s all dangerous to a spiritual being. Sure getting healings all of the time isn’t going to promise that you’re going to have a successful career, but it helps you have better connections with other people, clear thoughts, better, physical health, and it keeps you uplifted and closer to the divine sense, the divine energy surrounds you. Imagine just having close spiritual ties with people in your family can be detrimental to your health. If the people that you’re closest to, or thinking negative things, that streams back-and-forth through your spiritual ties, and you may end up feeling aggravated, irritable, or depressed, not knowing why, when it’s actually coming from someone that you are closely tied to. I’ve known this as a spiritual fact for a very long time, which is why I’ve put so much emphasis on also keeping soul ties clear.
You’re using half of yourself when thinking negative things that you shouldn’t be. These belief systems knew how imperative it was to keep these layers of self purified and clean, especially in an experience that continues to protect negativity all around you. Even on a subconscious level, you’re being poisoned every day. It’s in television, music, the Wi-Fi wavelengths that are invisible throughout the air that carry information and actually literally passes through you. That invisible intel enters your consciousness.
It’s also your own subconscious through things that you haven’t worked through yet that you struggle. Additionally, you’re infiltrated by the things that you see all around you in the world with your eyes, and even on social media. All of this is deliberately constructed to keep you down.
Environmental toxins, digital distortions, and the relentless pull of lower entities conspire to erode our alignments. I’ve witnessed it in my healings: a profound session that fuses your aura with angelic light, activates dormant DNA strands, and deflects the dross of daily discord, only to wane weeks later, like a candle guttering in the wind.
Why do these sacred infusions not “stick”? Well, part of it is entropy, the universe’s inexorable slide toward disorder. Even metaphysically there are etheric leaks, where ungrounded intentions invite parasitic vibes.
Spiritually, it should be a priority and a reminder of our co-creative dance on earth together. but sadly, there aren’t enough people I think this way you were even care. And many people aren’t taking care of their energy in order to provide that beacon of true pure light any longer. Healing is not a one-and-done elixir but a rhythmic maintenance, a devotion to the divine rhythm, devotion to your spirit and devotion to be a light worker by carrying purified light. Just as a garden demands weeding and watering amid seasonal changes, so too must we recommit to our light.
In my practice, I made perfect combination packages and even lowered the prices for a work that is divine and invaluable due to the unsurpassable worth, not out of obligation, but out of reverence for the soul’s sovereignty. Think of it, these types of healings wouldn’t even exist on earth to help people, if the Lord had not provided us with them. General Reiki by unskilled practitioners who can’t see your spiritual blueprint, doesn’t last very long, and there are no other healings out there that can get to the quantum atomic levels, rejuvenate cells, clean the layer of your aura, unclog your chakras, release, sicknesses, and infuse you with a higher vibrational energy from a higher dimension, like the ones that the Lord gave us in design. Plus, having a divinely constructed protection grids to lock that in?
The Lord also provided us with the ability to not only do this for ourselves or other people, but for homes and spaces. This way environments can feel clean and clear, welcoming, for people that enter. Even for people that own office spaces or businesses, these services help in making it more inviting and enjoyable. Haven’t you ever walked into an office and it was just cold and dull? Later on you went home feeling exhausted? Awakened spiritual people have the ability to change things for the better, but today they are forgetting to care about it.
Being a light worker isn’t just being a better person, acting more kindly toward others, or making better choices that are best for you and other people. Being a light worker isn’t just an environmental work. The term light is added to the word light worker because it also matters, the condition of your energy and spirit. How can you be a bright beacon of light, if you allow your energy to be dimmed down, unkept, and uncared for?
Many people get tired of having to continuously keep up with their spiritual care, but to me, I’ll never give up on mine. If I can shine brighter, bring a Divine loving essence into a room, if I can make a home or space feel a little more heavenly, if my energy makes the interactions that I have with animals and other people feel authentic, heavenly and loving, if it brings joy to their life even for a moment, then I’ll continue doing the energy services needed to keep that going.
I know all too well the benefits of the services and how they keep your health in good place too. I value the temple that my soul dwells in. I not only want to be a beacon of light, but also remain healthy, celebrating that the Lord allowed me to the opportunity to walk in this body, and help other people. By caring for my body, I show him that gratitude.
But sadly, not many people look at it this way anymore, and they’re not willing to invest their time into caring for themselves this way because they don’t think of it this way.
Picture it: your energy field, once frayed by the world’s static, being made into a luminous shield, repelling what dims you and amplifying what elevates. This is the art of spiritual hygiene, where consistency transmutes fragility into fortitude.
With so much negative energy out there, and people lacking and caring for their light, it’s very difficult for me to interact. I can communicate through email and text, and so on, but to have voice to voice or even person to person contact, their energy tunnels through me since naturally I’m channeling them, as I do with everyone and everything
If their energy is negative, it’ll hit me like a virus and bring me down pretty hard. There was one time, for example, that I had gotten off of the phone with someone that hadn’t received any healings for a while. I didn’t want hurt the person’s feelings by saying anything at the time, but their energy was making me so ill that I wanted to rush off of the phone. However, I’m kind and patient, and I allowed the person to continue their conversation, knowing that they needed me. But when I got off the phone, I literally collapsed on the floor, sweating, and vomiting, my body shaking from the negative impact of their energy.
This is in no way to judge anyone, but only to show you that spiritual energy is a very real thing and for me these days, being as sensitive to it as I am through my gifts, I have to be extremely careful.
I was lucky someone was home with me at the time that they could pick me up and put me in a cold bath to help me. I can’t expect every person that wants to speak with me or see me, to purchase a service in order to do so, and so I don’t recommend services anymore. I talk about them here and there, but I leave it up to people to make their own decisions so as not to coerce anyone to buy anything. But the fact of the matter is, as the world’s conditions get worse, people are also worsening in their energetic conditions. It’s bad for them and it’s making it very hard for me to be as open with others as I used to be.
On Being Hurt
My love runs so vast,” I once confessed in a raw Facebook post, “that each hurt fractures my core.” Yet, in mending those fractures with grace, I become a conduit for the unconditional flow. So fragile, and so loving, to be hurt would make someone like me leery of anyone who had hurt me, ever again. They would never get the same connection with me again, as I would always feel the need to protect myself. Of course I would never abandon them, but I would become guarded. Even though many may say that I can see who people are, and what they’re capable of deep down, even before getting involved with them, which is true, I always believed that having someone that truly loves and accepts you without judgment, and is always there for you, could be the type of love that changes a person from being hurtful in nature at all. But in my experience, I tried to help the people that I saw who were capable of hurting me or anyone in some way. But they were only just suppressing their true nature to try to be a better person (which I respect), but it still came out in the long run, whether hurting me somehow, or other people. I don’t judge, my heart is full of unconditional love and kindness, but I have to ensure that my heart is safeguarded. It reminds me of an innocent pet that loves its owner, and sees the owner can do no wrong even though the pet senses it. Then one day the owner beats it, but the animal still purely shows love and devotion to them regardless.
Threads of Legacy: Family as the Eternal Web of Light
Amid these solitary vigils, family emerges as the heartbeat of the eternal, a story written from joy’s bright yarns and grief’s somber silvers. All we have, are each other.
Halloween, that liminal eve when veils thin and ancestors draw near, has become our family’s ritual of remembrance. My son Alexander, with his pint-sized bravado, donned the killer clown guise this year, a nod to my father’s wild, elaborate costumes from my childhood, when Friday the 13th marathons left me huddled in terror. In that red-nosed regalia, Alexander channeled not just play, but legacy: honoring the grandfather he never met, bridging the chasm of loss with laughter and strangers’ cheers at a contest we miraculously won.
These moments are divine postscripts, reminders that love defies the linear tyranny of time.
My daughter Adriel’s paper airplane prayer that I mentioned in a previous entry, scrawled with pleas for adventure and ease, looped back not as grand fortune, but as a cascade of small miracles: an impromptu outing, a rediscovered iPad, a trickle of unexpected funds. Even the banal betrayals of technology, like my cursed iPhone 16’s phantom glitches ( never upgrade, heed my warning!), value this truth.
In the eternal now, devices falter, but soul bonds endure. They stitch across lifetimes, where I once foresaw my father’s passing at age 3 in the astral world, and again at age twelve, a psychic precognition that now informs my gentle guidance of my children through their own sensitivities. i’m guiding them through it but seeing how hard it is for me to live with these gifts, sometimes I wonder if it’s even something I want for them.
The River of Time: Virtue in the Vast Unfolding
At its core, our spiritually awkward sojourn is a meditation on time, not as a thief, but as an eternal river, carrying us through infinite expressions of the One. I have glimpsed this in past-life echoes: the betrayals that birthed compassion, the abundances that taught non-attachment. Losses pile like autumn leaves, home razed by fire, students scattered by circumstance, health besieged by the body’s rebellions, yet each is a lesson in virtue. To see life truly is to embrace impermanence without clinging, to love without possession, to forgive as an act of cosmic courtesy.
In this river, every encounter is sacred instruction. The“opponents” who wound us? Teachers in disguise, polishing our edges toward brilliance. The dreams that dissolve? Invitations to alternate graces, where God’s itinerary unfolds with impeccable timing. We are not adrift; we are held. To live ablaze in this flow demands patience in manifestation, trusting that prayers, whispered or scribbled on folded wings, alight on divine ears. Speak your truth from the heart’s unguarded chamber, laced with loving kindness, and watch resentment transmute to release.
Awakening to the Eternal Echo
Dear seeker, if your soul quivers at the world’s unseen symphonies, know this: your awkwardness is your anointing. Guard your light with the wisdom of boundaries, tend your healings with devoted rhythm, cling to your family’s stories into eternity’s loom, and surrender to time’s benevolent current. In forgiveness, find freedom; in solitude, sovereignty; in every breath, the divine’s whisper:
You are enough. You are eternal. You are loved beyond measure.
For me, though, I am protecting my home space, and my own personal spiritual space from this day forward. I am here to be a servant to all of you, as I will always continue to do so. However, I’ve done this alone for a very long time, and feeling alone, can sometimes bring questions. Even though I am a divine being, delaying my Nirvana for now, to help others achieve liberation, I still wonder. I serve as a compassionate guide, giving forbidden unknown knowledge to seekers, I’m an angel! I even hear when people call out to me and I help them without them even having to let them know that I’m doing so. But either way, I walk in my life alone. I ask, did I do a good job?
As I’ve reached this stage of my life of great sensitivity, I’m proud that I have the family members that I do. Without them, I would be utterly alone.
It’s just me, my children and my mother. But what happens if something happened to me? Where would the kids go? What happens if we have no income? Where will we live? Already with hardships that we’re facing, these are questions that seem to need an answer sooner than later. I wonder, as I have given my life in devout service to the Lord, giving all of my time to helping others, and serving him, spending every moment of my breathing life in conversation with heaven and being a service to others, I am now at the age of 43. It makes me ask heaven: “Will it always be this way?” When you find people that share you special bonds and understanding with, never let them go. Even still, time sometimes takes them away. My best companion, my daughter Amber, grown. Noah, also grown and attending to his girlfriend and future in laws. Dad, deceased from one vessel and in a different form that doesn’t hold the same dynamic. Mom, recluse. Everyone still here, not in the same way. I love deeply. I could have built life with anyone and everyone, Yet, I watch my future and the vision lead me into a fully bloomed lotus.
A single lotus flower, the bloom itself, typically lives for 3-5 days once it fully opens, during which it unfurls in the morning sunlight and closes partially or fully at night. After this, the petals wither and drop, leaving behind the seed pod, which matures over the following weeks. This is the definition of life. Even with 100 years is short compared to Earth’s age. Our lives are not long enough. The lotus symbolizes impermanence and rebirth. My life has bloomed, my seed pod, my children, growing up as my petals wither away. And while many flowers bloom together, the lotus lives standing alone, having risen from mud, not some strong hold of hardened earth, surrounded by water, the emotions I life with that encircle me everyday, seeing life with this view of only bright light.
I embrace the light totally. I love fully. And I see life truthfully.
Keeping everything written here in mind, I encourage everybody to take care of their spiritual energy, especially during the times that we live in. I know that I’ll be very overprotective of mine. That includes my home, my personal space, and my spiritual energy. I may have lived to be 40 something years old already, which brings a great deal of life experience, but I’ve lived many other lifetimes too, and I’ve witnessed many things from heaven as well to know, that there are many things in this world to be aware of, and to see what the most important things are that we should focus our time and intention on. I see through people, the masks that they wear, the façades that they try to display, and for me, I’m all about being real.
So in this, I’ll always be here for everyone, always! If you need me, you know where to reach me. Shoot me a text message but please respect that right now, my spiritual gifts are putting me in a very vulnerable place as well as the challenges and hardships that I’m facing in my life alone.
Yet, in this hypersensitivity lies not a curse, but a clarion call, to forgive fully, to boundary boldly, and to heal ceaselessly in the eternal now. Put the things that are supposed to matter the most, first. Be the big of light that shines brightly and more ways than one and don’t neglect your spiritual care, your home environments, or the layers that make you who you are mentally, emotionally, spiritually or even physically. You are the temple that holds the living light. And continue to learn. I’m not quite sure how much longer I’ll be able to pay for my online school and once it’s gone, all of the lessons there will go with it. Enroll in some of them and take advantage of it while it’s there. Even though there are so many people out there that are replicating some of my teachings, even using AI to try to act as if they know something Deeper, my teachings are authentic and truly from heaven. It would be a terrible thing to miss out on in this lifetime. Like I said, heaven sends a messenger every so many thousands of years, to come and find the people that they want to come home, and awaken them. Continue being one of those people. 
May this echo resonate in your chambers, stirring the lotus within. Chase the ripples, cherish the now, and bloom unapologetically.
With boundless light,
Alura Cein
Spiritually Awkward 