Faith, Family, And Holding The Light In Dark Moments

Today I want to speak directly from the heart. There are moments in life that push you, moments that test your spirit, moments that make you wonder how much one person can carry. And yet even in those moments, there’s this quiet strength inside, this flame that God refuses to let go out. I’ve seen that flame in so many families around the world, especially in the United States, where entire families are living in tents, living out of cars, trying to hold it together with their children. And when you see that, you realize that suffering isn’t isolated. It’s something so many people are going through at the same time, in different forms.

And that reality makes you stop for a moment and remember what really matters. You realize how the most basic things in life, the things every human being deserves, should never be treated like luxuries. Water, shelter, safety, a place to rest your head, a place where your children can feel secure. These are rights. They are not privileges. They are basic human necessities, and God meant them to be freely accessible. Yet somehow, in this world we live in, these basic things get tangled in politics, in systems, in neglect, in corruption.

I’ve been going through my own storm with this. My water being cut off. The constant strain. The stress of being a mother trying to keep everything together while navigating things that most people will never understand. And yes, I need to speak on it, because it’s part of my experience. Part of this targeting, part of the manipulation, part of the intimidation tactics. Sometimes they shut it off during moments when the energy is high, moments when they think you’re vulnerable. They do it strategically, to provoke reactions, to create chaos, to try to push you into interacting with the wrong people or the wrong systems. And the owner constantly trying to shrug responsibility, always trying to make it look like it’s just a neighbor issue. But I see the pattern. I see the intention. And I also see how illegal it is, how unethical it is, how deeply spiritual these attacks are.

It reminds me of my years in Barcelona, where I saw families squatting in apartments without water. People walking to local fountains with bottles, just to have what they needed to cook, clean, live. And sometimes I think about that, how this world can create such extreme circumstances for innocent families. And yet, many of them still managed to smile. Still managed to keep faith. Still managed to hold on to God in ways that humble you.

That’s where prayer becomes real. That’s where you learn what surrender means. Because through all of this, I’m reminded of something. Even with the water cut. Even with the harassment. Even with the stress and the weight of responsibility, God still placed me here. And I started thinking about that. Of all the places I could have ended up, all the apartments, all the neighborhoods, I’m right next to a long beautiful canal where people fish, where the water is clean. And it’s walking distance. Is it more work? Yes. But it’s also provision. It’s still water. It’s still something God made accessible when humans try to cut off what they should never control.

And that’s where my heart settles. Because despite everything they try, they can’t take away the light. They can’t take away faith. They can’t take away the connection to God. They can’t take away the truth that some of us carry something within us that doesn’t break under pressure. Even when the systems around us fail. Even when people around us fail. Even when life seems unfair.

So today I’m praying for every person, every family around the world who’s going through their own storm. The ones who are displaced. The ones who are fighting for basic needs. The ones holding on to God with their last bit of strength. You are not invisible. You are not forgotten. And your story is not over.

We carry the light because God placed it in us. And even when the world tries to dim it, even when circumstances try to crush it, that light remembers exactly who lit it in the first place.

And we keep going.

Let me share a bit of the history behind all of this, because none of what I’m living now started out of nowhere. From the very beginning, when I first got this apartment, within the first couple of months I felt something was off. Before ever coming to France, in my last apartment in Barcelona, at a time when I was actually doing very well teaching kindergarten, the neighbors had become extremely persistent with their targeting tactics. Back then, I didn’t understand we lived in a simulation, and I didn’t understand why they were doing what they were doing so willingly. But looking back, there was a clear stretch from June to December 2024, where they were trying to run the same patterns I later saw again in France. They would talk in the hallway when I arrived so I would overhear them, they mirrored narratives, they tried to keep me under observational pressure. And as I’ve mentioned in other blogs, everything escalated right after one neighbor tried to touch my niece and I filed a police report. That moment exposed them. They panicked because they were caught, and from there the targeting grew into what it already is now in France. Up until then, I was still believing the narrative they fed me.

When I arrived in France, I first stayed in a booking while looking for apartments. I saw another apartment closer to the job I had at the time, but it was so small, like a box with barely any light, and I refused to let desperation make decisions for me. So I kept searching and ended up finding this current apartment in the same area as the booking, and surprisingly the owner didn’t ask me for many documents, even though I didn’t have much to show. He just let me take it. When I moved in, everything seemed fine, although I did notice he looked nervous, and he said he had to fix something in the kitchen area.

Then strange things began immediately, long before there were any disputes about payments or anything practical. My electricity was cut off for three days, and he claimed that the new neighbors had accidentally done it with the electric company. But in reality, I could hear them in the hallway complaining because I had been doing my podcast and speaking publicly about my targeting experience. They insisted it was an accident, but that excuse didn’t match the timing or the behavior I was witnessing. Every time something strange happened, neighbors trying to open my door with keys, people knocking at three in the morning, attempts to force interactions, he always tried to insert them into my life, always pushing contact with neighbors. He tried to put me in a WhatsApp group with them, I pulled out immediately. I didn’t know them but I knew it was all shenanigans, trying to get access without my permission. I had intentionally stepped away from people and chosen isolation for clarity and protection. That isolation made it obvious that the narratives they were trying to continue didn’t make sense anymore, because the environment had changed completely. That’s when I started to see the owner differently, and I became suspicious.

As months went by and the ‘simming’ at my job in France and I decided to find online remote jobs. They would tamper with the internet connection so my classes and podcast would lag or drop. They would monitor activity that had nothing to do with any narrative. And then, in certain nights, especially when I began praying with my children and staying awake between two and five in the morning, I would hear neighbors making screeches and strange stomping noises from the other apartments as if my prayer was disturbing them. That was the moment the veil fully lifted for me. There was no logical explanation left. What I was dealing with here wasn’t just social harassment. It was demonic. And I decided firmly not to speak to any neighbor at all. Even when they tried to talk to me, I let them believe whatever they wanted, because I wasn’t going to engage.

Even from the start, the washing machine never worked. I didn’t complain about it. The clothes would remain wet and the dirty water wouldn't filter out. But now I truly feel it was intentional a way to push me down to the neighborhood laundromat, where the environment was filled with strange characters, exactly the kind of setting used for certain narratives. I refused. I washed my clothes at home by hand.

Then came the refrigerator. It worked in the beginning, until one day it began freezing excessively, creating thick ice that would melt and leak across the kitchen floor. When I checked the dial, it didn’t even turn, meaning it wasn’t functioning at all. I realized it had been rigged. I believe they were manipulating the outlet from the other side of the wall to make it short-circuit on purpose, especially during evenings when I spoke publicly about my targeting. I moved the refrigerator away from that outlet, and the issue immediately stopped. That confirmed my suspicion. Another day, I actually heard them in the bathroom walls tampering with tubes. They did this precisely after I had turned on a 8 hour loop video with Scripture on YT with all the words Jesus spoke.

Another time someone came knocking on my door at three in the morning claiming there was a leak at the exact time I was posting about my targeting experience in Barcelona on TikTok. It was obvious it was connected. No one in the house was using water. And leaks don’t cause a person to knock at three in the morning. Especially not with the minor “damage” they later tried to show, which didn’t justify anything. It was all contrived.

The owner told me he needed a plumber to enter my apartment. I had already sensed the setup, so I demanded proper documentation, identification, and written confirmations before anyone entered. He never produced any of it. Instead, he suddenly gave me a written notice saying he wouldn’t renew the lease. Soon after that, the water situation began. The owner and the neighbors simply started cutting the water on and off for days at a time, which is completely illegal. He even claimed he had reported me to social services because there were five of us in a Studio. Meaning he clearly acknowledged I had children. Social services already knew my situation, and still he turned off the water. It was very obviously intentional. And I believe it was designed to push me back to that same social services department which had said they “would like to continue helping me” but that they needed to visit my home. Their request made no sense at the time since I was already started working again and didn’t need assistance or aide which they had previously refused months ago. I felt the entire thing was a ploy to pull me back into the system so that the same Matrix departments could play the role of “saviors,” covering up what they were already doing behind the scenes.

It was the classic formula, create the problem, then force you to seek help from the same institutions that caused it, so they can appear necessary. Meanwhile, I chose to stay in calm, protect my home, and stay aligned spiritually. I said to myself, honestly, I would rather carry gallons of water from the Midi River down the street, (which is fairly clean as people fish and swim there) than deal with these Matrix archons. And so that’s what I did. Once they saw that cutting the water wasn’t breaking me, they started timing it. If I was washing clothes in the bathroom, they’d turn it off. (Again how would they know those details you ask? Because we live in a Truman show.) If there were significant energetic shifts happening, they’d turn it off. It was all psychological, all meant to interfere with vibration, routine, and focus.

When I called the water company when they first started, we found out the account was never turned off. Meaning they were manipulating it somewhere in the building. My kids found the key and turned it back on. After they realized we knew how and where to turn it back on, they changed how the source from where they turned it off probably from outside who knows…and I didn’t bother chasing it. I already had a strategy. My kids filled bottles of water at school for drinking. I went early in the morning to the river. I used river water to clean, wash dishes, wash clothes, adding a single drop of bleach to sanitize.

And honestly, I don’t even consider what I did “brave.” Human beings survived like this for thousands of years before we depended on systems that slowly removed our autonomy. I simply adapted the way our ancestors did, with God’s strength, determination, and a clear understanding that I wasn’t going to let the Matrix dictate my dependence.

So now I'm going to go into what is the current situation, and I'm going to go into things that I've seen with people who also have been in certain situations. So now, especially ironically, as I was beginning to publish this blog and discuss everything that was being done, only then did, coincidentally, which nothing in this matrix is coincidental, did the landlord happen to send an email since cutting the water ten days ago. Yet mind you, he was not calling about sending credentials for a plumber to “investigate” the nonexistent leak but as always in the Matrix, he claimed another inspector for the building had to come into my apartment for a routine check and stated that I needed to let them in or they were going to deny me access into the building and change the key.

So the issue with this was that this was again another distraction not to focus on the plumbing issue, because there is no plumbing issue. I hadn’t even been in the apartment a year, and they had already visited the apartment for a similar so called inspection in July 2025. In my intuition, this is all some kind of tactic to gain access into my spiritual space, and some people might not believe that. But the day that they sent the email alleging that someone had to come into my apartment to measure it, I did not answer that email whatsoever. I ignored it, because normally, at least on the last occasion, the owner contacted me, no one else. And when they arrived, they didn’t even really seem like they measured anything. They just kind of wanted to come in, just to cross the threshold under agreement from me.

And because of them already having us without water on and off I already decided that no one was coming into the apartment.

As I was in the house again listening to scripture, I heard them fumbling, as I mentioned, with the pipes. And because I got my tablet to go start recording the sounds of them fumbling with the pipes from next door, all of a sudden they tried to play it off and pretend that the so called inspector was here to do these inspections (At that precise moment) Mind you, I did not give him a date or a time or response. He shouldn't even know whom I was having never met me. The email was sent on Friday, and by Monday morning all of this occurred. So he didn’t even really give me a chance to respond to the email even if I had intended to give access.

And then because they were caught, and obviously like in the simulation they know more than they should, they knew that I recorded what they were doing in the bathroom. They started knocking on my door. Two hours straight this person remained in this building. Keep in mind at most there are only 6 apartments and as I have noticed most are empty (except for the ones probably used for surveillance. Though that is another topic entirely.) When my daughters were arriving home, he tried to push himself into the apartment, after them. I stood behind the door and closed him out. All of that behavior was indicative that it was very strange. A normal worker that supposedly has to do an inspection and is met with a tenant who refuses them entry would just leave and report it and finish. But no, he tried to physically enter and push himself in behind my daughters when I was behind the door in desperation.

So the body language gave away that something definitely was not kosher.

I also know that normally when a key is going to be changed, there should be a valid reason. Granted, at this point we had stopped paying rent because every bone in my body told me to stop paying rent after I saw a lot of the shenanigans that were going on.

Granted, it’s obvious these kinds of tactics can be done to prevent squatting, but again, when did these jumps to contact me and intimidate me always occur? Only during significant energetic situations or when I was catching them doing their shenanigans.

As I publish this, at this moment, I have no running water. And again, because I started publishing this, precisely about twenty minutes later I received the email from the landlord with all of this information ten days later, after all of this situation had happened. So it wasn’t in the morning before I started the blog or after. It was precisely, as I said, as the matrix always demonstrates with patterns, precisely when I was reporting again all of these targeting experiences that I have faced from Barcelona to France.

So my reasoning for even creating this blog wasn’t necessarily to complain or to have a “woe is me” situation, because I believe in God. The reason why I started this blog is because although all of these things are happening to me, a day ago I stumbled across a video, a TikTok video of a woman who was living with her kids, their dog, and maybe their guinea pigs in a tent someplace in the United States. And I also saw a couple of other videos of other people who had gotten sick, had lost their jobs, and then were living also in some kind of hostel or residence or something of that nature, practically homeless and it made me reflect.

And as well, because of the targeting experience, we have had our share of moving around and having to stay at hostels in the past. But there has definitely been in this occasion, as I’ve grown in the spirit, as I’ve seen the patterns, as I’ve awoken and seen behind the veil, a very strong desire all of a sudden to have me move from the location where I’m living. Because whatever lie of the enemy he wants to demonstrate in this little Truman movie is not working out.

And it made me realize how many people out there are going through a lot of things. Even though that woman might not consider what she’s living as targeting, there are many of us in situations that have probably been orchestrated in some form by this simulation in this realm. And despite that, no one can shut down the light that we have inside.

When I went to look at the comments, I saw a mix of praises and mean criticisms. One lady even said that the children shouldn’t suffer for the parents’ failures, and it made me stop for a moment. I wondered if people truly understand the kind of world we are living in. Granted the lady was probably a parasitic npc. Yet do they not see that we have reached a point where families are working, fighting, surviving, doing everything they can to live up to what was once sold as the “American dream,” and yet they can barely keep their heads above water? Meanwhile, the same politicians and so-called leaders many of whom are aligned with darkness, greed, corruption, and Satanic agendas, are out there living comfortably off the sweat, suffering, and labor of ordinary people. At what point does the blame shift to those who are actively destroying society through their evil and their hunger for power? Why is it more natural for people to believe that we must work two or three jobs, barely see our children, barely rest, barely breathe, just to maybe enjoy the tiny scraps of freedom we’re allotted during a weekend? Why is the suffering of struggling families seen as a personal failure, instead of a consequence of a society built on exploitation, spiritual corruption, and systems designed to crush the spirit of those carrying God’s light?

And these are the moments when I sit back and realize the shift is already happening. The veil is thinning. Many who were dismissed, overlooked, and counted out are being lifted. The ones who were last are rising to the front, just as Jesus said would happen. The systems built on greed, corruption, and spiritual darkness are cracking from within. And while the world tries to convince us that we must grind ourselves into the ground for crumbs, God reminds us that He sees every injustice, every burden placed on the innocent, every trap set by those who serve darkness. His justice is slow to human eyes, but perfect in timing. “The last will be first, and the first will be last,” and we are witnessing that reversal unfold right now.

And when I saw that woman living out of a tent with her children and her animals, her light shone so brightly it struck me. Even in the darkest moment of her life, she carried a glow that no circumstance could dim. Her resilience reminded me that this is exactly what we are called to do. This is the mantle of those who are chosen, those who carry a divine assignment on their life. We are here to remind each other and anyone watching, that the kingdom of God is not found in buildings, governments, or broken systems. The kingdom of God is within us. The light of Christ is within us. And no darkness, no agenda, no spiritual attack, no engineered hardship can extinguish the light that God Himself placed in His children.