Let there be light
This is a story of my encounter with the Equilibrium no. 54. Serapis Bey.
It has long been said that light doesn't come without darkness
and I feel my life certainly seems to attest to these words.
Growing up in Prague, the capital of the Czech Republic,
also known as the “golden city of hundred spires”, the “heart of Europe”, "the mother of cities,”
Madam Prague and the whole Bohemia was heavily abused by Russian occupation
of the communist era, that was coming to it’s end, through Velvet Revolution setting her
into sweet hands of freedom.
My fate somewhat coincided with the fate of my country,
for my whole life has been coupled with decades of chaos, abuse and unspeakable tragedies
at home which are merely just a few of the experiences, wounds and scars I have acquired.
I do not talk to my "estranged" family, for I have closed that chapter of my life.
Nevertheless, memories do live on and I share these in my upcoming book "At last I am Free".
However, healing the wounds and scars of the past and destroying the chains which bound me
has been another matter altogether.
My journey towards healing was and still is and most likely will continue to be a bumpy ride.
I have visited many healers, inciters and exciters, tried many therapies to help me
and guide me along the way, before I found the ones that made a profound difference.
Many had no idea, many judged and many self-proclaimed lightworkers caused more damage
than they did any good, leaving me even more lost and fearful, that there might be no end to this.
Wondering self-loathing in guilt, cluelessness, and self-pity I kept going.
I knew that the freedom and the power of light doesn’t come by ignoring the negative
and avoiding the darkness as many new age books and ideology might make you believe,
but by going straight to the fires of Mount Doom and facing the darkness head on.
Only there I could destroy the chains, which bound me, scarred me and scared me.
Just as was my determination for believing I deserve a better life, which lead me,
escaping my abusive childhood onto the rough streets of Prague, effectively becoming a homeless,
whilst still in secondary school, because to me "anything was better than being there",
so was my determination to heal and "get better".
My escape into the freedom of streets was my own velvet revolution, which freed me, but not at last.
That was just a stepping stone and the real challenges only began.
In my eyes if I didn’t find the way, my life was just a complete waste of time and I was not giving up.
Divine timing was everything.
I was the Indigo child warrior and faith has always been my weapon.
I was and I think to this day I still am the "spiritual gangsta".
Yet, it took a decade and a half with moving to another country, becoming a mother of two,
along with number of master initiations into a numerous healing modalities
and changing my identity to cut the past, before I found someone and something, that worked.
Not only my guide wasn't able to materialise before me prior to that time,
for she only moved to Ireland just very recently, but, because many things were happening
behind the scenes I wasn't aware of until much later.
I discovering Aura Soma during an angel workshop I was taking and many years later,
I opened up to working those beautiful coloured bottles alongside my therapies.
Being already highly sensitive to energies, I felt every shift and change profoundly,
often times using 4 bottles at a time to help push the pain and wounds out of my system.
I was mesmerized. Never in my life would I have imagined how powerful actually they are....
talk about transformation; not only did they changed, shifted, transformed, pushed, pulled and released
stuff on a soul, physical and emotional level, they also changed things in my life.
People started to come and go, skeletons kept falling out of my closet, people, whom I didn't speak since
I was young started making contact and so on and so on. Changes started to take place.
Then, along came Serapis Bey Equilibrium no. 54. the purification through the power of light;
the most powerful bottle in the whole Aura Soma system. It was my 7th bottle.
I started using the clear on clear Equilibrium applying it all over my body like a lotion
and just a few days into using the bottle, my entire being fell apart like a broken mirror.
Tears were pouring out uncontrollably, which I thought were those that never been cried for everything that has happened to me in my life. On top of that my skin went down on my face, my neck and my chest and I looked like I had 3rd-degree burns. (I knew that was my karma being given healing for something in the past.) I also hardly slept, ate and barely knew my name. It was as if all the pain, poison, toxins and everything else was being pushed from the depths of my being to the surface and it wasn’t going to go that easily.
Apart from that nothing else major happened and I thought to myself, ok, that was all the this bottle gave me. But then…
A week after I finished using the bottle n. 54 (which took 2 weeks), I received a phone call from an unknown, ID number. As I answered a member of my "estranged" family was on the other side speaking to me.
I was stunned. I was guided to create a new name, new identity to move away from all of that
and they still managed to find me. I couldn’t understand as to why though. I wanted nothing to do with them.
However, I knew this was the magic of the bottle Serapis Bey working through my life, the skeleton in my closet, that this bottle was going to reveal, removing the cobwebs of my past. I knew then, that the most powerful healing and possibly the only one that would truly make any difference to me and my life and
for my wounds came from forgiveness. It was either now or never.
A week later and thanks to the help of my wonderful other half, who encouraged me to go,
I boarded on a plane, landing in Madame Prague; my goddess, my “mother”
who looked after me, when I had nobody else and I stayed with my best friend.
She, also a highly intuitive, energy sensitive spiritual seeker, accompanied me to my parent's home
on the outskirts of Prague, where russian high-rise apartments, were reminder me of rabbit cage,
was the Mordor of Prague - the "dark land", where the eye ever watchful never sleeps.
Standing before the closed doors of Mordor, my legs shaking, my heart pounding
and hands sweating I was calling all the angels, archangels and God to help me get through this.