My POV
If you've been keeping up with my blog articles for a while now, you've probably seen me mention the strange portal in the corner of our bedroom. From my understanding, this portal has been here for ages, long before we moved into this home, and potentially even before the house itself was built on this land. It has been a hotspot for spiritual activity and strange happenings—almost always during the infamous witching hours between 2am and 4am.
Recently the activity has been even stranger than normal, as if something much darker and more ominous lurked on the other side hoping to make its way through. The most frequent folks that make their way in and out are cryptids, a handful of deceased spirits, and creatures like you've never seen before in our waking world.
Of course, as a spiritual practitioner, I have many protections and wards in place to shield us from outside beings wandering their way into our home—but on a typical Tuesday night, Wesley and I were both abruptly woken up by a slimy otherworldly energy. As I scanned the room, I was instantly fixated on a towering, breathtaking, divine feminine being—none other than Lilith.
She stood at the bottom left side of the bed, towards the corner of the room, directly beside where the portal loomed. I caught my breath gazing at her stature and the form she had presented herself in tonight. She was shadowy and staring intensely at me and my husband, as though she was watching over us. My eyes were drawn to her beautiful headdress that resembled horns in the dark room. The only words I could manage to communicate to her in my mind were, "Hello, Mother."
Her presence and form alone indicated something inauspicious was taking place with the portal tonight. We felt it—but what exactly it was, I couldn't pinpoint. I closed my eyes and saw the room in an energetic form in my mind. Black oozing sludge was building up on the other side of the portal and was leaking its way through the fragile barrier.
"What is this?" I telepathically communicated to Lilith.
No response.
"What are we supposed to do about this portal?"
No response.
"How do we get away from this black slime?"
" M O V E . " Her voice boomed with a forceful huff of air emphasizing the last part of the word.
I inhaled sharply. My husband and I both knew it had been time to move for months. We'd already changed our lease arrangement with our landlord and contacted our realtor, and all that was left was selecting a new place and moving.
In the meantime, Lilith was kind enough to work with me to temporarily seal the portal until our exit from this home. This place has been perfect for us and filled with growth, healing, and transformation that I'll be forever grateful for.
My Husband's POV
Abruptly woken up from a deep sleep, I scanned the room, I knew something felt off and I didn't like it. Strange red threads began encasing the bed around Kate and I, and it was frightening.
Were we being trapped? Strangled? Something else? I shifted around, continuing to inspect our surroundings, when a huge owl swooped through the bedroom and landed in the corner at the bottom left side of the bed.
I breathed a sigh of relief because that meant Lilith, our Mother, was here.
The red webbing, in its complete form, looked like a net now, shielding us from whatever was stirring things up. Suddenly, I felt at peace to return to sleep, as if the heightened energy of the portal had paused in the snap of a finger.
We're moving...
And on the topic of moving, we are moving. We don't know exactly where or when, but we won't be in this house any longer as our time here is complete.
Of course, the morning after events like these are always fascinating as we sit together and share our experiences—and it never ceases to amaze either of us how differently we see and practice, and yet the overlap reassures us that everything that occurred was very much real.
As Wesley described the owl swooping across the room and knowing it was Lilith and I described seeing her "scary" dark goddess form and knowing it was our lovely Mother, we didn't even know in the moment what the other person was seeing or experiencing and yet we had our own ways of understanding and connecting.
So, as a reminder to you, dear reader, if you're ever kicking yourself for not having a gift that's like someone else's, or not seeing things exactly as they do, be gracious with yourself, for we all have unique talents and abilities we bring to the collective.