My Healing

Four Nights at the Edge of the Greater Triangle

The maps most people know are too small.

The Bermuda Triangle is usually drawn Miami, Bermuda, to Puerto Rico, a tiny shape that fits a textbook. 

What I felt, and what I followed, was larger. The true line runs under the Keys across the top of Cuba, east to Puerto Rico, north to Bermuda, and the southwestern point does not stop at Florida’s east coast. It continues past Florida toward the Gulf. The field is wider than the legend admits.

I came there because of lupus: an immune system that had turned on in my body due to soul contract ending in a few years. As many know from my blog, https://spirituallyawkward.com/2026/07/10/my-last-soul-contract-change/ at spiritually awkward, I had done a soul contract change on myself previously before around the age of 33.

Back then, I agreed with the Lord to carry his prophecies into the future, in exchange I could have more time on earth to redo motherhood. There’s nothing more in this world that I enjoy, than the innocence of children and animals. Their purity brings God‘s love to this planet, and since I grew up in a home with my parents, my parents used to coparent my children with me. And that, sometimes interfered with the way that I wanted them raised. I wanted them to live perfect virtuous lives, whereas my parents were in New Jersey, and even though they came from mystical and religious understanding in their family, they were a little rough around the edges.

The Lord told me that I would live to parent my new children up until a certain amount of time, but then my body would start to breakdown. When I discovered that I had lupus (I haven’t been sick since early childhood), it made sense. When I looked to the future back then, the last vision of my newest children that I could see was that they were teenagers.

I didn’t see them as adults in my visions, because I wasn’t there. My Akashic records for this lifetime ended by the time they reached that each. As the lupus came, life had already fallen apart. My father died in 2019 after my little girl was born and right before my little boy came in 2021. Then financial hardship set in until I was blessed by a miraculous person coming into my life who helped sustain me as many other people fulfilled the predictions that the Lord had made, of people losing interest in their spiritual journey. 

Other trends were predicted to take place such as vanity, aesthetics and beauty, athletics, making money by the New powers and propaganda. 

With Covid in place, to cause people to break down through loss and fear and traumatize them, and then to draw them back out with all kinds of forms of escapism, would lead them right down the rabbit hole of spending their money on these new trends thinking that it would fulfill themselves. 

How sad. 

However, I still continued to have a few really great students to pursued their spiritual journeys with a true heart, but it wasn’t enough to sustain the lives of so many people in my home, or pay all the bills. I was lucky to have the help that came in. 

While the lord freed me from previous debts, the evil trying to knock me down came back. Afterwards, someone stole my identity, making it hard for me to keep up with paying my taxes as they would not let me submit my files, until the identity issue was taken care of. This left me with a bit of debt to the IRS and an inability to sort it out or even pay it due to so many expenses. My house was flooded multiple times, and ended up needing surgeries. I suffered from tooth loss as a result of my pregnancies and Rh negative blood and I ended up with hernias that destroyed my stomach area. It was just one thing after another, and I could see that as business was slowing down, and all of these things were taking place, that life was starting to head off in the direction that the Lord predicted, and then the lupus came. These were all confirmations that what the lord had said about me no longer being needed in the world, had become fulfilled. While looking around and seeing what was happening in the world, I felt I still had some purpose. There are many people that still need advice, or even just to feel loved in a world that does not embrace them. The Lord‘s motivational insights and prophecies are very valuable for those that listen to his guidance, and so I wasn’t ready to give up on life yet. With everything happening financially, I just felt I didn’t need to go through an illness on top of it.

So I asked for my soul contract to be extended and for my sickness to be healed. But I couldn’t just do that in any ordinary place. Back home there were too many stressful issues, and since the angels already helped me by healing so many countless other people, I was going to need an army and a strong energy, to help myself.

I did not go looking for a vacation. I spoke to friends (as I have no living family) and told them my thoughts. Spells to manifest help, came through. August, two friends came together to help. The strong Bermuda Triangle would be needed. Yet, I was afraid to fly, and couldn’t find a babysitter for the little ones. Their energy would help anyway. I was gifted with a trip to perform the healing. I went to do four nights of quantum healing, one element each night, with God, the elemental archangels, the angel of that cardinal direction, and the presence that keeps the Triangle itself.

Friends pitched in so I could reach a resort close to that southwestern vortex. I wanted to be nearer the south because Archangel Michael rules the South and Fire, and Fire would be the last session. The biggest night. The one that had to burn what no longer belonged.

The land cooperated before I even began.

I didn’t pick the property but Tiki torches lined the property like a waiting temple of flame. The pools (hot, salt, mineral) sat open between the workings so I could rinse what rose and what released. Water was not only one night’s element. It was the daily amplifier.

Night One — Earth

North. Uriel. The Angel of the North. God. The Triangle.

Earth first, because lupus lives in tissue, in bone, in the body’s memory of itself. I asked Uriel and the northern angel to call the planet back into my cells: stability, density that is healthy, a body that knows it is home and not a battlefield.

That same night a lizard walked into my room.

Not frantic. Not lost. Present. Lizards live by the grace of the ground. They take what the earth gives and they regenerate what is taken from them. They are a small, ancient signature of belonging to the planet. I did not chase it out. I let it stay as witness. Earth had answered in a body that knows how to survive on the land.

Between sessions I went to the salt pools. Heat and mineral water pulled what the work loosened. I did not try to hold the energy. I let it leave. Quantum fire burning through my physical form, my aura ablaze.

Night Two — Water

West. Gabriel. The Angel of the West.

Water is flow where inflammation had made everything rigid. Gabriel carries messages through the emotional body; the West is the direction of release. I worked the field so the immune story could soften, so “attack” could become “listen,” so the fluid systems of the body could remember circulation instead of siege. My energy was bright with white and blue flames.

The pools were no longer just amenities. They were the element made visible. Salt water is the ocean’s cousin. I floated, soaked, cried when it came. The Triangle’s waters were not far. Restoration was not an idea. It was temperature and buoyancy and the sound of water against tile.

Night Three — Air

East. Raphael. The Angel of the East.

Raphael is the healer. Air is breath, mind, the space in which intention becomes instruction. I spoke the work into the field: the body no longer at war with itself, the quantum pattern of health louder than the pattern of disease. Breath as the vehicle. Thought as the template.

Wind off the water moved through the property. Air does not need to be seen to be effective. It only needs to be invited.

An osprey was present with me in the trees, assigned the air heard my cry. Osprey a symbol of water and air.

Night Four — Fire

South. Michael. The Angel of the South.

Last. Largest.

I had chosen the location for this night. Michael rules the South and Fire. The southwestern point of the greater Triangle pulls toward the Gulf; I wanted to stand as close as I could to that heat and that guardianship.

The tiki torches were already burning. They had been burning every evening, as if the property itself had dressed for Fire before I named it. I called God, Michael, the southern angel, and the intelligence of the Triangle to do what fire does: consume what is finished, illuminate what remains, transmute the war inside the blood into light that does not attack its own house.

This was not a gentle night. Fire is not gentle. It is clean. I stayed with it until the working felt complete, until the field felt sealed rather than open and raw.

Then I went back to the salt water and let the last of it rinse. The drain of the eternal flame made me light headed and dizzy but I felt its power overwhelmed me. It worked.

What the fourth night cost, and what it lifted

For years I had stood as a vessel with Heaven for other people’s healing. I have healed Cancer, MS, Beginning stages of HIV, Acute hepatitis. Other illnesses that arrived from others in their healing services and in prayer left in many different healing techniques. I’ve done protection, grids, Home, clearings, as well as many different DNA upgrades. The list goes on.

After those workings I would feel drained. That was natural. Energy moved through a human nervous system, and the body paid a toll.

The fourth night was different.

The sickness in me lifted. Lupus was not the story the field was telling anymore. And the drain was not the familiar tiredness after helping someone else. It was heavier, more overwhelming, than any healing Heaven and I had ever done, because this time the current did not pass through and go. It turned inward. It rewrote the house it was standing in.

A new soul contract came with it.

I could not extend the years of this borrowed vessel too far, but I was given a little longer than I had been given, and I was healed so I would not have to suffer the rest of the way. That was the mercy inside the fire.

Signs had already been everywhere on the property. Afterward they kept arriving in the ordinary world, in the places that had been falling. Life was fixing along with my body!

The places that were falling

As some who follow my work know, someone stole my identity. That theft tangled me with the IRS. I could not file. Income shrank to survival: bills, the occasional small purchase, the quiet that comes when people’s spiritual interest cools and the work that once supported a believer no longer does. I was living the way many people live when the margin disappears.

A lawyer took on the mess. The debt of that help was real. My mother panicked at the loss of recent income, at what the legal work was costing, at a mortgage and bills we were already failing to meet. We still fail to meet them. The house, the utilities, the phone I fight to keep on: all of it is behind, and the amount I owe the lawyer is large.

In the middle of that, my mother invited a woman in need to stay, hoping even a little rent might help. There was no room. There was no extra help to give. The woman was in trouble of her own.

Years earlier I had read for her. I had seen the loss of her daughter. That loss came to pass. Time passed, and she arrived at our door carrying her own wreckage into a house that was already sinking. We could not keep her long. We let her stay a short while anyway, then helped her find somewhere else that was safer than the street and more possible than our spare floor. I was glad to help. I was also afraid of how to care for my kids, my mother, this extra soul, a lawyer’s invoice, a mortgage, a phone that might go dark.

That is the part testimonies often skip: the week after the miracle, when the light has come and the rent has not.

What God still did

The Lord has brought many miracles, and I will not pretend they arrived as a single clean ending.

1. Healing the lupus.

   
   

2. Friends gathered money so I could reach the southwestern edge of the Triangle and do the four nights.

   
   
   
   

3.  Friends who sent support when they could.

   
   

4. A woman in grief finding another place to land.

   
   

5. Word from the lawyer that things are beginning to resolve.

I am eternally grateful.

It all took time. 

There was some worry. But my faith would erase the worry. Faith is not the total absence of that worry. Faith is knowing how God works in His timing, and staying when the timing looks late.

He knew my heart trusted Him. He knew that even if nothing changed, if the bloodwork never shifted, if the IRS never cleared, if the house went, I would still love Him. That love, by itself, is what He answered with these gifts.

Now the work in front of me is a little simpler: survive. Support my children. Pay what I owe. Keep the lights and the phone. Hold the line on a mortgage that is terribly behind.

I am holding faith.

If God helped me all my life, He still will.

I write this testimony to show people that even if time looks as if it’s falling apart in your life, don’t give up on your faith in God. When you believe in him and love him, he will come through, although it may not happen as quickly as you would like, it does come. He’s helping me step-by-step and walking me through the mess that life sometimes brings to our door. When people panic too much, and they start to lose sight of their devotion to God because of fear, he stops helping, to let people figure things out on their own, feeling as if their lack of faith means that they don’t need him as much anymore. Just like people expect signs from God, he expects signs of belief from them. Any doubt, or even stepping aside from one’s love and loyal routine of faith, show that their trust is fading away. It’s then that they have to go through even harder difficulties without miracles so that they can come to know how much they really need him again.

I hope that many reading this can see how good God is to those that believe in him and trust him. Even though I still face some trials, the ones that I was going through, have gotten better and I know they will continue to because of his love and my love for him. 

I even overcame my fear of flying, went paddle boarding and a nice gentleman offered me and my kids a free ride on a boat to go snorkeling. Extra gifts, unexpected kindnesses.

May you all be blessed and thank you for being with me in this journey and I appreciate everybody that has helped me during these difficult times, helping me to get back on my feet. I’ve spent so much time helping people, giving them advice on how to fix their lives, that I neglected my own moments. But there have been a very few people that did not abandon me in my own struggle, and for that I am thankful because I know it was through the Lord that he blessed me through them. I’m thankful for these miracles and the ones that are to come.

Keep believing.

A quick last word.

There are many practitioners out there that claim to know how to do energy work or quantum healing. No one can do energy work or quantum atomic healing, without being able to communicate with heaven or the angels because you need their guidance, and additionally, you need to be able to see energy at that level in order to move it, lift it, expand it and so many other things that take place during those types of healing. With that, please be careful whom you go to when looking for healing work.

Additionally, healing work is really good even if you’re not sick. It prevents illness throughout time. I hadn’t gotten sick for so many years. but of course, things happen due to the soul contract ending.

Now, I doubt I’ll get sick for another 10 years with quantum healing, meridian recalibration, cellular rejuvenation, and biohacking. I was meant to get the illness in the former contract. But here I am with a renewed health. Keeping up with your healing work, can help you stay physically, spiritually, mentally, emotionally healthy to take on anything in life. Having God‘s energy and angelic energy in your aura, and your atmosphere, can keep motivated, and help you not to sink into the dark energies of what’s going on in the world around everyone. You don’t have to focus on it. Dark consciousness is living inside of people. If you look at the news, families are murdering one another. There are wars widespread all around the globe. Poverty is hitting everyone. Homelessness is at a terrible high. There are towns and cities filled with masses of people addicted to drugs. There are many natural disasters, taking place. Many people are falling. This collects in the Earth and in the air that you exist on and in. You don’t have to focus on it, it just enters the aura.

Like it was said in the Bible many thousands of years ago, the devil would walk the Earth and end times. I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again, it’s not in a physical body. They jump from body to body. This is why many people feel like they’re going mental, or they do things randomly that are horrendous, that they wouldn’t naturally do. People have moments of suicidal thoughts, homicidal thoughts, having random and anxiety and breakdowns, and people just giving up on the people that they love and even on God. Those are the times that we live in and why it’s so important today to take care of yourself. I’m glad the Lord gave me the healing in this extra time. For this, I’ll be able to stick around and help more people going forward. I only hope people take advantage of the time that I’m here.