Trapped in Violent Protests in France: Fear, Faith, and the Power of Prayer

Blessings, beautiful souls —

I live a life of peace. I surround myself with quiet. I don’t read the news because it’s just intended to amplify fear. I avoid crowds because it’s difficult to distill the energy of so many people in one space. I refuse to participate in chaos, and I live a drama-free existence.

But yesterday, while I was exiting a wellbeing appointment (bioresonance), I was trapped – cornered, stuck, and blocked – by pure, low-energy, nefarious chaos. Outside the doors of the building I was in was an enormous manifestation (a French protest). People covering their faces, dressed in black, carrying bats and sticks, shooting fireworks, and existing just for chaos, existing just to cause immense fear.

And I was scared. It worked. 4000 people there just to instill fear and create chaos. I was absolutely terrified.

I was especially terrified when they began to try and break the glass door of the building, kicking and hitting it with their weapons. I ran back up to the practicioner’s office; she was there with another client, but I turned the deadbolt lock on her door and sat in the dark, and I prayed.

I was trapped for an hour. I began hiding all my important documents. I put my money in an easy-to-access spot in case they broke through and wanted to rob me. I was thinking of the worst; what if they began to beat me? Would I die? I didn’t want to die like that. As a sexual assault survivor, I then began to think of the worst again. Things are just things, but what if they hurt me? There would be no police to stop them – they’re all occupied trying to disperse this chaos. As someone who prides themselves on maintaining calm in situations where I have no control, I had none in this moment, but I was anything but calm.

So I prayed. I prayed to Jesus. I prayed to all my angels and guides to wrap me in a shield of white light. I prayed to my dragon, Cyrus, to fly around me and protect me. And I felt energy move through my entire body. It felt like pins and needles coming down to my Crown and rooting me through my feet. It felt like someone telling me, you’re safe, and wrapping me in an ethereal hug. I calmed down, even if just for a moment, and felt a pull to put my ear to the door. I heard nothing. It went quiet.

I unlocked the door and poked my head around the bend to look out the front door. Old people with umbrellas. A bunch of police. People existing as if nothing chaotic had been happening over the last hour. Because I was in there, in a panic, for an hour. I texted my husband, It’s clear, I’m going for it – and bolted along the streets for my seven-minute walk back to my car. People existing as if no chaos had just occurred. Babies in strollers, couples holding hands, folks shopping, stores open…

Was it prayer that turned chaos to calm? Yes. But today, I am still dealing with the aftereffects of that stress, of that adrenaline surge, of all the what-ifs that went through my mind, the imagine my babies were there with me that crossed my thoughts.

Because my reaction to this moment wasn’t just about the moment; my soul remembers scenes similar to this. On the other side of the door, I was hearing explosions and these explosions sent ripples of fear through me. Past lives of witch hunts, persecution, wars, mobs storming to hurt and destroy, hiding only to be discovered. And in that hour, my soul amnesia seemed to vanish, and all I could think of was: I’ve been here before, I’ve seen this before, and it didn’t turn out well. Is this history repeating itself?

I haven’t been able to understand why I was meant to experience that fear. I don’t know what lesson was meant to come out of that experience yesterday. I don’t know why I was meant to witness the low-energy humans intending to keep Earth trapped in their chaos. And I don’t know why prayer made it disappear. I am not one to hyper-focus on past lives, so I’m not entirely sure why I was meant to relive that soul experience. Maybe it was to show me, to my face, how Light is winning – something I know in my soul but now can transmit more confidently to others. I am unsure. In this moment, I am not confident on the why, and my body is still going through an acute stress response as a result of this.

When I say that this stuff is an illusion, what I mean is that these people are implanted to stop the shift of human Consciousness by creating fear. That is their goal. The earth is on a huge precipice of change, and these nefarious fools are here to try and stop it. They’re failing; they’re panicking, and as a result of that loss of control, they just want to make a mess of absolutely any joy that exists in the world. It’s an illusion to believe they are winning. These are the actions of people who are powerless and know they have lost all control in the world. People with power do not react with chaos; chaos is the sign of failure. It’s like when someone is losing an argument and resorts to personal insults.

But why I was looped back into that illusion is still beyond me at the moment. Feeling all that dark energy at one time, all those low-vibrating souls at such an intensity, it was a lot… it was too much. My spirit is still recovering. The immediate sense of relief when I escaped the chaos has not shifted to yesterday’s adrenaline rippling into an emotional and mental disconnect. While I know the “scary thing” is done, my body remembers. And my soul remembers.

And while my soul knows peace at its essence, my body needs time to remember that again. I know that Light is stronger than darkness. I know that fear is not where I choose to reside. But I am also human, existing in a human body, and yesterday, that body was terrified. I can hold unwavering faith in divine protection while acknowledging that I am still shaken by what happened. Being spiritually grounded does not mean being immune to fear. It means knowing that fear does not have to become your home. And I don’t want the fear I had yesterday to stick around longer than it has to.

Today, I must remind myself: I am safe.

“It is not certain that some wicked one of your race will not find out a secret as evil as the Deplorable Word and use it to destroy all living things. And soon, very soon, before you are an old man and an old woman, great nations in your world will be ruled by tyrants who care no more for joy and justice and mercy than the Empress Jadis. Let your world beware. That is the warning.”
― C.S. Lewis, The Magician’s Nephew

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xx C