Peering over what seemed to be an upper balcony in a remote viewing session, I found myself observing a grand, temple-like room. The pristine white marble floors gleamed under an unseen light source, and the vast space was eerily silent. On the upper bank of the room stood three imposing archways. These were no ordinary arches. They shimmered with a translucent, liquid-like substance, almost like water suspended vertically in midair—portals, perhaps, or stargates.
As I continued to watch from this unseen vantage point, the white maiden appeared from the left. Unveiled and visibly distressed, she hurried towards the portals, frantically attempting to activate or open them, as if desperate to either enter or escape. She moved quickly from one portal to the next, each effort more urgent than the last. On her third and final attempt, she grasped a handle and tugged forcefully. In that moment, I caught a glimpse of something familiar—a reflection in the shimmering surface of the portal. It was the door of a disabled toilet, identical to the one I had tested during my time in the hospital after my initial assault. At that moment, I made a chilling realisation: the white maiden was no benevolent being. She was something far more intrusive—a spiritually antagonistic force lurking in the shadows of my life.
After her failed attempts, the white maiden stepped back, taking a moment to view the portals, perhaps contemplating her next move. And then, without warning, the golden guardian emerged silently from behind her. She moved with an ethereal grace, her presence calm yet commanding. The white maiden instinctively sensed her approach and spun around. Their eyes met—two beings, familiar yet distant, confronting one another.
For a brief moment, the tension seemed to dissolve. The white maiden’s initial surprise softened, and she stepped forward as if greeting an old acquaintance. With a gesture of familiarity, she attempted to embrace the golden guardian, but the guardian remained still. Instead of returning the gesture, an unseen energy radiated from her, gently but firmly pushing the white maiden back. It was not an act of hostility but of distrust—an unspoken boundary.
The white maiden staggered slightly, unbalanced by both the energy and the rejection. Slumping against the wall, she appeared defeated, perhaps even resigned to her fate.
It was then that I entered the room, fully aware of the silent tension hanging in the air. The white maiden, now perched on the upper balcony to my left, fixed her gaze on me. Across the vast room, on the far right, stood the golden guardian, waiting in quiet patience. Before I could say a word, the white maiden’s voice rang out, sharp and intrusive. “Do you love her?” she demanded from above, her tone laced with jealousy and immaturity. Her question carried an air of entitlement, as though she had a right to influence my personal feelings and decisions.
I was taken aback by her audacity. Who was she to demand answers from me? Why did she feel entitled to dictate the course of my emotions or my life? My mind raced, grappling with the nature of her question and her intent. There was no empathy in her voice, no understanding—only a selfish desire to control.
Still, I considered her question, albeit reluctantly. Confused and uncertain, I responded honestly, “I don’t know. It’s complicated.” And it was. How could I possibly answer when I barely understood the true nature of either of these beings?
To my surprise, the golden guardian echoed my words softly, “It’s complicated.” Her agreement felt more like an acknowledgment of my inner turmoil than a direct answer. Yet, like the white maiden, she offered no further clarity—no explanation, no resolution. Both seemed content to keep me in a state of perpetual uncertainty, each playing their part in a cryptic game I hadn’t agreed to join.
I began to question their motives. Were they both manipulating me, keeping me ensnared in a cycle of unanswered questions and emotional confusion? It felt as though they were stringing me along, like players in a game of cat and mouse. Frustrated, I made a decision. I turned away, choosing to leave the room and disengage from both of them. If neither could offer truth or understanding, why should I remain?
As I walked toward the exit, resolute in my choice, I suddenly felt my body freeze. A golden light enveloped me, radiating through every fiber of my being. It was a sensation I knew well—one I had experienced during my moment of enlightenment. This was her doing—the golden guardian’s acknowledgment of my decision.
After that encounter, I found myself lost in a maze of thoughts and memories. I began to regress, recalling fragments of a past life before my fall and subsequent incarnation on Earth. Vivid memories of my early childhood surfaced, yet one particular memory puzzled me—a memory neither the golden guardian nor the white maiden ever acknowledged or explained.
Instead, they seemed to forge an unspoken alliance, bound by shared secrets and an enigmatic purpose. It became clear they were using love, mystery, and emotional manipulation of my heart and mind, as a form of dark art, weaving a web of antagonism around me.
But the questions remained unanswered: What did they want from me? Who were they? and what had I witnessed that they were both equally determined to ignore and conceal?
