Spiritual woman. Goddess. Queen. This message is especially for you. I need to tell you what happened to me. I woke up from a scary dream after making honey jars for myself and my household. It was a powerful experience with my youngest child.
In the dream, it was broad daylight. I was at an airport — maybe I worked there, because I had access to the runway. The runway was beside an ocean. Beautiful waters for miles and miles.
I was coming from a meeting, walking into a huge warehouse garage. I walked past a plastic container drawer that looked exactly like the one where I keep my herbs at home.
But there were no herbs.
Just several snakes.
Now, if you know me, you know I'm terrified of snakes. But I've gotten much better since I've been working my craft. I teach about kundalini energy. I hold tarot and oracle cards with snakes on them. I have Black Snake Salt with real dried snake skin — powerful protection.
At first, I didn't think the snakes were real. They weren't moving. My colleagues confirmed they were. Skinny snakes. Very fast. I knew they were poisonous by their energy, movement, and colors.
One came at me super fast and was on me before I could get to safety. Another did the same. I'm almost sure I was bitten a few times.
But I wasn't affected.
After a while, I became angry. And I killed them with my bare hands, smearing their remains on the concrete. My colleagues looked at me in awe.
I woke up breathing heavily, looking at my ceiling, wondering why people always bother me when I stay to myself. I've been feeling like men hate and despise me — especially the ones I've dated, who've done horrible things to me mentally, spiritually, physically, and emotionally.
I was lying there asking Spirit why.
Then I grabbed my phone to check the time. And I saw TikTok deposited $33.33 into my PayPal from last week's lives.
I said out loud, "WTF is going on?!!"
Now let me tell you what this dream means — because if you've been feeling attacked, watched, bitten, or exhausted from people coming for you while you mind your own business, this message is for you too.
The airport is a threshold. The ocean is the deep unconscious. Having access to the runway means you have clearance to move, to take off, to travel between worlds. You're not stuck. You're in transition.
The warehouse garage is a holding space. Where things are kept until they're ready to move.
But the drawer — the one that looked like my herb drawer — is the key. In my real home, that drawer holds my power. In the dream, there were no herbs. There were snakes.
Your power space can get infiltrated too. Not by you. Not by accident. By snakes. By venom. By sneaky, fast, poisonous energy that looks harmless at first.
And here's what I want you to know: you already have discernment. You knew they were poisonous by their energy, movement, and colors. You didn't need to be told. You just knew.
That's your gift. Trust it.
The snakes came fast. They got on me. I'm almost sure I was bitten. But I was not affected.
That means the venom didn't land. The attacks happened. The bites were real. But my protection held. My Black Snake Salt. My craft. My ancestors. My honey jars.
If you've been doing your spiritual work — praying, cleansing, protecting, sealing — and you still feel like people are coming for you, hear this: the venom may have touched you, but it did not land. You are still standing. You are still here. That's not luck. That's protection.
Then I got angry. Righteous anger. And I killed them with my bare hands and smeared their remains on the concrete. My colleagues looked at me in awe.
You are no longer the woman who runs from snakes. You are the woman who kills them with her hands and leaves the evidence on the ground.
And the people watching? They see it. They may not say it. But they see you becoming this.
I woke up asking Spirit why people always bother me when I stay to myself. And I named something real: men who hate and despise me. Especially the ones I've dated. Who've done horrible things to me.
Maybe you've named something too. Maybe you've asked the same question. Maybe you've been wondering why people come for you when you're not bothering anyone.
The snakes in the drawer are those people. They got into your power space. They came fast. They were poisonous. They bit you.
But they did not kill you. And now you're killing them. Not physically. But in your spirit. In your craft. In your boundaries. In your honey jars. In your salt. In your decision to stop answering, stop explaining, stop letting them in.
The dream is showing you that the venom is leaving your system.
And then there's the $33.33.
333 is an ascendant master number. It's the number of the ascended masters — the ancestors, the guides, the ones who walk with you. It's alignment. It's confirmation. It's "we heard you."
And the amount? $33.33. Not $30. Not $35. Exactly 333, twice.
That's not random. That's Spirit.
I made honey jars. I sealed my household. I did the work. And the next morning, before I even got out of bed, Spirit sent me a receipt.
"We got it. You're protected. You're seen. Keep going."
If you've been doing the work and wondering if it's working — this is your sign too. Spirit sees you. Spirit heard you. Keep going.
You asked why people always bother you when you stay to yourself.
Because your light is loud. Because your power is real. Because you are a witch, a teacher, a guide, a queen — and people who are full of venom can't stand to be near someone who's full of honey.
The snakes came for you because you were making honey.
That's it. That's the whole thing.
You are a threat to everything that operates in darkness. So darkness sends snakes. Fast ones. Poisonous ones. Familiar ones. Ones that look like love. Ones that look like old relationships. Ones that look like opportunities. Ones that look like friends.
But you killed them. Bare-handed. And left them on the concrete.
And Spirit sent you $33.33 before your feet hit the floor.
So here's what I need you to hear, Spiritual Woman.
You are protected. The venom didn't land. The snakes are dead. The honey jars worked. Your ancestors are with you. Your craft is powerful. Your discernment is sharp.
And the people who hate you? They're watching you rise in awe — whether they admit it or not.
Keep making your honey jars. Keep using your salt. Keep teaching what you teach. Keep holding the cards that used to scare you. Keep killing what comes for you.
You are not the woman who gets bitten anymore. You are the woman who leaves snake remains on the concrete and walks away breathing easy.
You woke up scared. But you went to sleep protected.
You woke up angry. But you went to sleep anointed.
You woke up wondering why people bother you. And Spirit said: $33.33. I got you.
The snakes are dead, Queen. The honey is sealed. And the ancestors just sent you a tip.
Keep going.
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