Authentic Spiritual Healers

The world does not take authentic spiritual healers seriously. Artists, a bit more. But a healer like this, who devoted her whole life to healing the planet, was treated like asphalt under people’s feet.

I chose that path for my family and my happiness. That path took an unexpected turn - the realization of the false friends around me. The demonic influences inside of them made them see me as unworthy or even stupid. 

I was building something that will last for decades, not days.

I saw their movements. I just didn’t respond. I never gave it to them.

In healing and faith, power should be given as love and service. People like that get trampled in a place like New York.

I should stop victimizing myself, because I chose that suffering. And I still choose that suffering. That material wealth that people think they take from me returns to me as spiritual joy and ecstasy. I’m immediately the happiest one in the room.

I live like that. Close to God. 

People who disrespected me; disrespected God himself. 

Do not play me like a fool. I hid my intelligence and power. And it wasn’t because I didn’t realize how smart I was. It’s because my intelligence is of a different nature. It’s sacred and only I can piece it together. Shame on you for taking advantage of the off time I gave myself to heal from an altogether fearful and sad life. 

Everything will be reversed. I feel that I made all the right decisions in life. I feel very happy with who I am and I feel fully alive. 

The people who were sitting on power were picking at people’s brains and energy fields like crows. I used my ingenuity and what energy I had left to create ideas that purify the whole planet.

And I’m happy about that. I go outside and I feel this silence and warmth. I drive my own car and have my own business connections. I was forced into it.

I had no choice, but the reward is great. 

I have no mercy at the end. It took at least 12 attempts of dishonor to get me there. 

I don’t care how people perceive me, because when they see my spirit and my face; they begin to understand.

I have no friends aside from my icons. And it is better that way in this world. I don’t need to run to the bathroom because somebody is gossiping about me. 

All they do is talk about what they see. It’s never deep or intelligent. It’s incessant and pointless. Eventually, I transcended that. People who waste their time on that are totally irrelevant. 

I never dropped my art or my brand. I dropped tons of gross people. But I never dropped God and I never dropped my dreams.

Spiritual healers obey nature and God alone.

LS