Close your eyes, take a deep breath in through your nose, and hold it for three seconds. One. Two. Three. Now slowly breathe out through your mouth.

Take a deep breath in through your nose, hold it for three seconds. One. Two. Three. Slowly breathe out through your mouth.

Last time. Take a deep breath in through your nose, hold it for three seconds. One. Two. Three. Slowly breathe out through your mouth.

Make sure your feet are placed firmly on the ground. Imagine there are tree roots attached to your feet and follow them all the way down into the ground. Deep, deep down into the ground, they are attached to a tree, and surrounding these centuries-old roots are diamonds – red ones.

These red diamonds are your root chakra.

They are embedded in the ground, just like the roots you are attached to.

Now follow the roots back up all the way to your feet.

To your right, you’ll see a door with a gold handle.

We are going to another realm.

On the other side of that door, you’ll see a guide waiting for you. They’re there to support you on this journey. Do not force how you want to see them. Let it be. Let it flow. Your job is to receive healing, gifts, and a message.

Walk towards the door, turn the handle, and walk through the door…

This is where I met my first ever spirit guide. I will not be sharing details of my guides to keep myself protected.

I had met them and worked with them before. A year prior, I had come across automatic writing, and my guide showed up to me for the very first time. And I was scared.

Brought up in a Caribbean Christian family, we were taught that these kinds of things were evil. But I pushed through that conditioning because things were happening to me. I was having dreams showing me events, and then those events happened in my reality.

I was smelling scents where the physical object was not in my presence or space.

I’d hear whispers in my ear.

I’d be singing songs. Old songs that I’d not heard in years, but they’d carry a message.

I’d have visions. I always had them, but was led to believe they were daydreams, but the daydreams were becoming real.

One daydream, I saw birds flying above me delivering packages in rope bags. These packages had money in them, and golden coins were raining down on me.

Shortly after the vision, my sister called me to say my grandmother and my great aunts were unexpectedly in England and they were asking for us.

That night, I visited them at their Airbnb, and they gifted me with a new jacket and an envelope filled with fifty-pound notes.

Another time, I was doing a heart-centred meditation. After I came out of the meditation, I kept thinking about this play I really wanted to see at The National Theatre.

I picked up my phone and saw a message in one of the WhatsApp groups I was in. Someone was giving away two tickets to the exact play that I was thinking about. I messaged the lady, and within the hour, I was emailed the tickets.

This was more than just intuition.

And I realised that the more I meditated, the more my spiritual team would show up — my guides, angels, ancestors who are for my highest good, and even Source.

The Final Boss of Meditations

My children had decided that they no longer wanted to remain in contact with their father after being on the receiving end of his abuse. And I was going back and forth on whether I should go to court to get the current court order revoked, considering my son was now a teen and there wouldn’t be much anyone could do to force him to have contact with his father.

I was exhausted. It was Sunday morning, and I needed some guidance. I sit down in my chair, turn on solfeggio frequency music, close my eyes, arms by my side, feet flat on the floor, and I start to ground myself.

I then went in to open my chakras and align them, but none of them opened. Wow, I must be really tired. Let me focus on my breath for the next 15 minutes, and I’ll meet with my spiritual team tomorrow.

I focus on breathing in and breathing out. My mind wanders a little. I observe and bring my attention back to my breath.

My right eye notices a flicker. I don’t ignore it. A door appears, and it bursts open as though someone has kicked it down.

In walks a spirit guide whom I’ve never met before. He looks at me and then sits on the end of my bed to face me.

He continues eating a red apple. This guide is very cocky. I’m used to guides being weird. I have one who dresses up as Batman from time to time. I’m used to their shenanigans.

He tells me his name — again, for protection purposes, I will not be sharing such details.

I say hello. He greets me back and says, “I’m here to help you with the children.”

I pause. My mind is frightened. I check my body. She is calm, and I re-centre myself. My programming is trying to take over and wants to run and end the meditation immediately, but I choose to lean into my calmness.

“Where are you from?”

“We’re your children’s father’s guide. His time is up. The contract is complete. We’re now supporting you and the children. He is stubborn. He never listens. He is no longer protected.”

I’m speechless. I’ve never encountered or read about this before. Can spirit guides leave you when you no longer listen to guidance?

I re-centre myself and say, “Ok.”

He gets up and walks towards the door and says, “Take him back to court. Be the one to file the application. It will work in your favour. I’ll be back.” And then he leaves.

I quickly close the connection between me and the spiritual realm, not that I opened it in the first place, and journal this all down.

I’m doubting myself. Maybe my mind is playing tricks on me. Maybe I’m making this up. I’ve never heard of people’s spirit guides leaving people to join forces with someone else.

I go on to Instagram, and the first video I come across is from Limitless Living. She has a video of a recent message she received, which says their spirit guides have left them to join you. I start laughing hysterically, tears falling down my face. I am in awe at how magical my morning has been so far, and for the first time in 17 years of raising children with a narcissist, I finally feel supported.

Read here on how the act of gratitude became my anchor

Walking With Guidance

It’s Monday morning, and I do my meditation the same as before, although this time I’m not tired. I ground myself, align my chakras, and the guide from the day before appears. He takes my hand, and we walk through the door together and end up on a beach.

It’s nighttime at the beach. The waves are calm, and the moon is big and bright. Its light reflects off the waves as they go back and forth against the shore, turning them blue-black.

There in front of me is a bench on the sand. The guide and I walk towards it to sit.

I turn to look at the guide and ask, “Why now?”

Staring at the sea, he says, “We had a contract that needed to be honoured, and now his time is up. We’re here to protect you and the children. The children have destinies to protect, and you have been shaping them for that.”

I’m not shocked at what he says. I know this about my children.

A week earlier, I finally sat down with both of my children and told my daughter what I saw for her in her future. I had been holding this for years. I understood that knowing too much can cause complacency and that there are multiple threads for us to choose from. No psychic reading on one’s future is the absolute truth.

I had brought them into a meditation and shown them how to safely enter and leave realms. Each of them met their guides. My daughter told me what her guide had said to her, and that let me know it was time to tell her what I had seen years prior. Both my vision and what my daughter’s guide showed her were the same.

My son’s guide was the same guide who was with me now, and he had shown my son safety and protection.

“So you’re here to protect me and the children from him?”

“Yes. He cannot continue what he is doing. I have something for you.”

He looks to his left, and I follow his gaze as a long line of people walks towards us. As they get closer, I see they’re all carrying baskets.

I stand up to greet them, and in each of the baskets there are gifts for me. Gold, silk, exotic fruit. They’re all happy to see me. These are my children’s father’s ancestors.

My guide comes towards me as I’m making my way down the line, thanking everyone of them, and says, “We’re joined now.”

Yes, our families were now joined, working together for the sake of my children.

Walking the line takes me back to the portal where I’m to go through to get back to my body.

“Thank you,” I say whilst hugging the guide. I walk through the portal, and I’m now back home.

I feel so energised from the meditation, so I decide to complete the application for the courts straight away. It takes me an hour to complete, and then I contact child maintenance to start the process of collecting child maintenance.

That particular guide shows up in other meditations, but I see him working along with my guides. That makes me trust him more.

When Reality Meets The Work

And then I receive documents from the courts stating the location, date, and time of the hearing. Simultaneously, I also receive something else, although this is not wanted. Anxiety.

From my experience, courts lack intelligence. They do not recognise narcissism and how destructive it is to families. They do not understand that narcissists abuse the legal system to gain control of the parent who has the children full-time.

All the time judges spend in education, and they still lack intelligence. The world is still yet to realise that academia is not synonymous with intelligence.

So, as you can guess, the legal system has never protected me. Yet my guides, including the new one I’ve inherited from my children’s dad, are assuring me that all will go in my favour. I have done everything he has told me to do, following each instruction exactly as he has said it, but the anxiety still arrives. Not constant, but at the most inopportune times.

The Day of the Hearing

October 7th arrives. It’s the day of the court hearing, and my anxiety is also here.

I journal my anxieties and read through a few pages in my journal of what my spirit guides had said to me about today’s hearing, and it calms my anxiety a little.

I arrive at court and, due to me detailing the abuse on my application, they put me in a private room to wait so that my children’s father will not be near me. This has never been done before. Usually, I’m to wait in the waiting area with everyone else and have him sit a couple of seats away.

I’m in this room for almost 30 minutes before someone comes in to explain that my children’s father is late. I thank them for letting me know, and I return to my doom scrolling on my phone. At this moment in time, I’m unable to focus on anything and need a distraction.

10 minutes later, I’m called into one of the courtrooms. I walk in and see that I’m directed to sit at a desk with a screen surrounding me so that the children’s father cannot see me.

I sit down, and one of my guides appears. This guide is old. Not 90 years old, but as old as time itself. She stands behind me and places her hand on my shoulder. And now I know I’m not alone.

Three judges walk in, and they’re all women.

They acknowledge me, then ask where the father is, and the clerk tells them he is still on his way. So we wait in silence.

Five minutes pass, and one of the judges asks the clerk to get the father on the phone. He answers and says that no one at the building recognises our court details.

The judge asks him which court he is in, and when he responds, they let him know he is at the wrong court. They advise him to request a room so that he can attend the hearing by phone. And that is what he does.

The hearing proceeds, and the father tries to paint me as a parent who alienates her children, the judge points out that it’s impossible to alienate an almost 15-year-old. Teenagers are going to do what they want to do, whether we like it or not.

They question me about my home-educating lifestyle, asking me how it works with my son. They ascertain that the majority of my son’s education takes place outside the home without my presence near his father’s business, so if he wanted to, he could go and see his father in secret.

Silence from the father.

The judges ask him if he has anything he wants to say.

The father wants a new court order enforcing our son to spend time with him, and the judges say no. They advise him that he is to rebuild his relationship with his son, that it is his responsibility, and that I am not in contempt of the current child arrangement order.

The tension within me is released, and I cry. For the first time in 6 years, the court could see through the father’s lies.

No new court order will be created. I do not have to enforce the existing one, and I do not have to come to court ever again about any child arrangement orders.

I thank the judges, watch them leave, and then leave the room.

I go to the bathroom to fix my face. Tears and concealer mixed together is no look for a hot girl. I look in the mirror and smile. My guides were right. Everything they said would happen did, in fact, happen today in that room.

I make my way to the exit. I pull up Google Maps to get me back home.

I get on the bus, walk up the stairs, and see my favourite seat is unoccupied. I smile and take my seat right at the front. I make sure both of my feet are flat on the ground. I close my eyes, take a deep breath in through my nose, and hold it for three seconds. One. Two. Three. Slowly, I breathe out through my mouth.

Take a deep breath in through my nose, hold it for three seconds. One. Two. Three. Slowly, I breathe out through my mouth.

Last time. Take a deep breath in through my nose, hold it for three seconds. One. Two. Three. Slowly, I breathe out through my mouth. I open my eyes, I look up at the blue sky, and thank Source and my spiritual team for their support, guidance, protection, and love.