The Girl

Once upon a time there was a girl born on this planet. She grew up in a suburb of a Minneapolis, MN. She had two parents who looked just like her and eventually a little sister who matched the the redheaded gene that this family carried.

Her name, whether you think names are important or not, was Amanda. She was kind and gentle. She loved people and wanted them to love each other. She grew up saying things like. "Why can't we all get along." and "Don't fight.". She was all about love from day one. She wanted everyone to just get along and love each other.

It bothered her when there was conflict, especially if that conflict was directed at her, whether she had gotten herself in trouble, like children often do, or whether others were just being cruel to her, she struggled with that. She couldn't stand being in or around conflict. She grew up realizing that she had gained a fear of confrontation growing up this way and she would avoid it at all costs. She would rather quit a job rather than workout any differences with a manager or a co-worker because that meant a confrontation.

As she grew into a beautiful woman, she continued to struggle with the ideals of common society, of how the world works. She would often say things like. "People shouldn't have to work, they should have time to do what they love." She never understood why so many people were zombies to their day jobs. How could people work from 9-5 every day, go home, take care of everything at home, and then wake up and do it again. Furthermore, how can people work their whole lives and then not get to really enjoy their lives until retirement at 70 years old.

Many things didn't make sense in this world. She never really understood it. And she never would, because the truth is, it's not how it's supposed to be. We're slaves. Working for these big corporations that suck all the energy out of us until all that's left are compliant disease ridden zombies that can do the bidding of the higher ups.

It was when Amanda started to see the truth of the world that things started to go badly for her. Her first step in awakening to the realities of this world was to realize that there was something called. The Law of attraction. The idea that if you think about positive things, than positive things come to you. She started playing with this concept and started to make it work for her. She used it to get her favorite job ever. But, right then, that's when she started feeling sick. She had weird pains in her back, strange things started happening with her eyes, bruises started appearing all over her legs. It wasn't long after that, when she realized she needed to see a doctor.

She diagnosed with what she was told was a treatable form of Leukemia. She didn't miss a step. Yes it was hard going through chemotherapy, there was lots of fear and uncertainty going into it, but she was in the best place possible, had the best nurses, and lucked out and stayed on a newly refurbished wing of the hospital and had a room with an amazing view. All of these together made her feel like she was still in control, like the universe was still on her side. So she stayed positive. She made signs to hang up in her hospital room with affirmations and positive quotes.

She journaled, she colored, she wrote, she danced, she sang, she watched movies, she meditated, and during this time she awakened even more to the truth of the world and what was around her. She started to open up spiritually and started to explore esoteric topics and conspiracy theories and her eyes opened even more to the truth of what was happening in the world. She started to talk to like minded people as she did more research.

After her treatment was over, she had high hopes that she was done with cancer. Her hair grew back, she felt great, she felt normal again, unfortunately, the cancer came back. A year after she had been diagnosed, she was back in the hospital receiving more chemotherapy. This time she was broken, she was depressed, and even though she still filled her room with positive affirmations and quotes. She struggled because the chemo was worse than the first one. There were far more side effects, she lost all the hair she had just grown back. She was told that she had to get a Bone Marrow Transplant which meant she would have to go through even more intense chemo therapy to wipe out her immune system and would need a donor's cells to come in and give her a new immune system.

She had many doubts about going through with this. It wasn't until one of her newly found spiritual friends encouraged her go through with it that she finally gave in. The reason for this is that no one else had done the research she had done, and when she talked about it, no one believed her, so she decided it was important for not just her family to support the idea of a bone marrow transplant, but also her friends who had done the same research as her. So she went through with it with the tremendous donation by her sister with whom she had always had a special connection with. Not just a sisterly connection, but a spiritual connection.

It was a long and hard journey with lots of hiccups along the way. Lots of pain, fatigue, inability to eat, inability to taste. She was surrounded by love and support the entire time and that was the only way she was able to get through.

After that was over she started dealing with Graft Vs Host, which is what happens when your new cells don't recognize you and attack you. She didn't like this and it scared her, but it still wasn't so bad and she was still living, so that was good. She continued her spiritual awakening. She continued to research and try to understand her world. She worked on meditation and her intuition, she had readings done, she figured out what the afterlife was to her. She felt like she could handle this now. She could handle dealing with Graft vs host if it meant that she was to live. She still wasn't sure if she had a purpose for living, but she felt like she could live like this and that she could find some normalcy again.

However, even though she bulldozed forward, she was struck again. Two lumps formed. One on her face and one on her chest. She was hoping this meant that she had an infection. Something easy to treat. But, as you probably guessed, the cancer had come back yet again. She wasn't sure if she could do this again. All the crappy treatments, that make you feel like you've been hit by a train. All the pain, the torture, the agony.

But.... Then.... one night she was visited by a being. I know you aren't going to believe me, but this being was was from another planet. They were white, and taller than her, they had no hair and almond shaped eyes with a small mouth. The being that visited her was female and spoke to her telepathically. She could hear a female voice in her head.

"Amanda, you must continue to fight. You are being attacked. That is why the cancer keeps coming back."

"Why? What do you mean?" She asked.

"In your last life you were known through many star systems. You're name was Anara. And you were meant to come here and fulfill your destiny. The ones who run this planet, the ones who you call "The Elite", They figured out who you are. They are trying to shut you down, but you have the power within you to stop them. You just have to see it. You just have to believe it. You are stronger than you could ever know. Know that we are always with you. We are here with you, supporting you. But you have to survive through this and continue your work here. You aren't done yet. There is much left to do. It's time to wake up to your inner power. I will come to you again when I can. In the mean-time. Stay strong."

With that, the being left her presence.

Amanda was newly awakened and renewed. She knew she had to fight for her life and she knew how to do it.