Messages From the Universe 🥹

I just had one of the most spiritually incredible days of my life.

I can’t share the whole story until I am safely off this island… because I have to protect myself… let me just cut to end. The story start to finish would have a much more impressive impact but (safety first).

It’s very nomal for me to allow Spotify to suggest songs for me … and for those songs to be incredibly apt to my mood or situation. Often I will pick up my phone to add songs that I love to existing playlists for later.

Today that happened with this one.

Something about it really caught my attention… I don’t know what, or why… but I knew I had to save it.

(At this point I really wish I could tell you about the hour before this… but I’ll leave that for a later day!)

Now, I am a person who is in regular communication with the universe. I learned how to listen and interpret many of her messages.

I am that person who sees repeating numbers everywhere (even that screenshot? 18:18?!) and looks up the meaning. I encounter spirit animals and look up their meaning. I can’t even begin to explain a teeny fraction of my reality but you are probably forming enough of a vague picture!

So of course the title of this song that grabbed my attention also did!

I mean, come on!

Voice Note 313?!?!?

What kind of strange insane song name is that?!?!?!

So OF COURSE I had to listen to this message and go into my voice notes to see what note 313 is.

NB// I have like 450 voice notes. Sometimes I use this like a voice journal when I have been either too upset, lazy or excited to write. Sometimes something so profound has happened or I hit upon some enlightening realisation that I feel I need to record asap and writing is too slow.

Sometimes I just wanted to feel like I had ‘someone’ to talk to or hear a voice. There were a LOT of weeks I’ve spend in the past year where I haven’t heard a single person talk. It’s been a pretty ‘alone’ year*!

*Actually a lot more years than that…//

Back to the Voice Note.

Of course I have no idea what to expect here… it could be me sobbing my heart out… it could be talking about some insane thing that happened… or some musing about life. I had no clue.

I immediately notice the date and time.

Christmas Eve.

Of course I remember where I was last Christmas Eve but I had zero recollection of this recording. To be honest, I was thinking this was going to be 20 minutes of me crying and I was about to be reminded how far I’ve come in a year.

I can’t describe where I was - but just to give you a tiny window of insight into the scene - let’s just say;

I was alone with very few rations to eat

I was terrified to even go near a window incase I was seen

I knew I had to move in a couple of days because the people I was staying with grew (understandably) terrified of my being there

(if it hadn’t been Christmas they would have told me to leave that day - I could feel their struggle with this strongly).

I had next to no money, no ID and no idea where to go next. I had already more than scraped my tiny barrel of contacts to ask (most of whom just blocked my number).

The level of fear people here had at even the mention of my name let alone being linked to me in any way was off the charts.

The scariest government I could imagine are literally hunting for me.

There seemed to be no end in sight… (I mean - you already know it’s now 9 months on from then!!!!!! No end was in sight because … it hasn’t ended yet)

Oh, and all I had to my name was a small bag with only two outfits (already smelling like mould), two pairs of pants that are now threadbare from being hand washed daily for 4 months and some shampoo I acquired somewhere. (Conditioner was desperately missed by my hair).

My skin was bloated, red and itchy from all the low quality food and poisoned rice that I was being fed (rice here is highly toxic with arsenic). My hair was falling out in clumps regularly (this was very scary - my hair is not thick). I looked like I had aged 20 years in just 4 months.

And I hadn’t had internet for ages. I think I was rationing like 1GB over the couple of weeks I was there. So that means no music, no movies, no connection with the outside world.

I had just spent my birthday alone without a single happy birthday wish. Not that there was much to be happy birthday-ing about… but still….

As for the upcoming new year? I didn’t even know if I would still be alive.

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That’s enough, right?

To give you a bit of an insight into the outside circumstances?

It was without any doubts the worst Christmas of my life….

(Of course there were no lights. This was just another day in hell)

So. This recording.

I am remembering all of the above… and assuming the worst.

I’m going to just leave it here and you can listen if you like. I listened to the original full version on my phone but it’s not easy to upload that here. I remembered it was on my Instagram (I had to reactivate it the other day because of this petition) so I found it there … and linked it. It’s cut down but the main message is there….

I genuinely am in awe of my past self and my ability to keep returning to love and to spread that message. No matter what situation I am in.

I am also in awe of the universe sending me this message about Voice Note 313 on this particular day, at that particular moment (it’s soooooo hard not to elaborate on this!!)…

So … if you have time, give this a listen…. I have a feeling it will leave you lifted about everything in your life.

Especially given context of when I recorded this…. 🕊️

I really hope this message resonates with you as powerfully as it did with me (again) today 🤍✨🥹

(Just a foot note - as I was about to hit to publish this? The time is exactly 20:20…. )

It’s so normal to me now - many of my articles (for one tiny example) are 888 words…. The one on Dairy Addiction?? Was 5555 words!!!!!!

I couldn’t make this stuff up if I tried 😂