Assault and Battery

(a true story)

Feb 17, 2022

It was a difficult day.

The kind of day where it was just one thing after another, as if it were orchestrated by someone else and I was just an actress playing a bit part in a tragic play. And I was disheartened. Do you know that feeling of being disheartened? It’s like feeling you’re on a large conveyor belt and you can’t get off it and it’s heading into a dark tunnel and you’re powerless to change it . . .

Interesting word, disheartening. Its opposite would be heartening. Merriam-Webster says synonyms for heartening are encouraging, fair, golden, hopeful . . . But I wasn’t heartened. I was disheartened—dark, depressed, desperate . . .

And it makes sense that we would be talking about the heart. Difficulties of the mind can be tolerated and eventually dealt with. Discouragement of the heart, when persisted in, makes a bee-line for the soul. Once there, it chips away with an icepick, slowly but surely, like an unskilled sculptor given a beautiful piece of marble, who creates nothing but a paperweight.

But I said it was a difficult day.

I had heard enough insanity, felt enough injustices. I put my head in my hands, a handkerchief covering my eyes, and I started to cry. And the emotions immediately swelled up, and I felt as if I were going explode . . . It was truly horrible!

And then all of a sudden, an image came into my mind—crystal clear. I stopped all sound and looked at the image with my mind’s eye. It was a battery. A simple battery. I looked at it as it gleamed and turned slowly around. And SO VIVID was this image, that I immediately stopped everything—even breathing—and just stared at it.

And then I smiled.

I marveled at the incredible feeling of calm that had come over me instantaneously when I saw the battery. No fear. No heavy breathing. No congestion or constriction. No rapid heartbeat. No pain. No sorrow. It was all gone.

I jumped up and took the handkerchief from my eyes, and I went into another room to find a battery I had laid on a table after removing it from a device because it was spent. I slowly turned the battery over and over in my hands, just as I had seen it done in my mind.

And it began to dawn on me.

A regular alkaline battery stores energy in the form of chemicals, which it then converts into electricity. But for a battery to work, both terminals (anode and cathode) have to be connected through the “electrolyte,” the central chemical part of the battery. This connecting takes place when we plug it into whatever device (system) we are using. The anode then sends electrons to the cathode through the electrolyte. The cathode accepts the electrons and COMPLETES THE CIRCUIT. And that’s how we get electricity from a battery.

But without the electrolyte, without the connection, the circuit cannot be completed and no energy is generated. It’s no different than holding a stone in your hand. You have to do it right or it doesn’t work.

I knew exactly why I was given the vision of the battery, but putting it into words is harder. Let us see . . . When my head was in my hands and I was crying into the handkerchief, I was generating a great deal of potential energy. I then completed a circuit. The energy was flowing from me everywhere. It’s not the kind of energy you see with your eyes, but you know it is there. It’s palpable. You feel the “charge” in the air. Oh, yes, I was generating a great deal of energy.

But it cost me . . .

That kind of energy generation causes pain, exhaustion, and ultimately, depletion of life force. But where was the energy going? Was this all just happening by chance? Just a freak occurrence? Not on your life.

And then I knew. I am a battery, and you are, too. Our bodies are the medium, the “electrolyte,” if you will, through which the electrons flow. When our thoughts (generated by the mind) connect to our feelings (generated by the heart), we complete the circuit. The mind is the anode. The heart is the cathode. The body is the electrolyte.

And anyone who can influence your thoughts (especially without you realizing it) can plug you into a system and complete the circuit. And you wonder why you walk around daily, exhausted and dragging, feeling as if you’re at death’s door.

Dendera light bulb, photo source unknown.

Sound too weird for you?

Too “out there”? You have a better idea? Think again, because this is exactly what’s happening all around you every single day.

Of course, if you were like a regular battery, you’d run out of energy pretty quickly. But you’re not like a regular battery. You’re rechargeable. That means energy from outside of you can be connected to your electrolyte—to your body, and the operation is then reversed and your energy is restored.

Where do you get that outside energy from? Many sources. In a crude way, you can get it through the food you eat. The plants get it directly from the sun through photosynthesis. Animals get it by eating the plants. Some animals and people get it by eating the plants (now a secondary source) and animals (tertiary source).

You can also get it through meditation and prayer. You can get it from the air you breathe with certain yogic techniques. You also recharge back to the source when you sleep. You also get it by connecting positively and lovingly with another person. There are many ways to circulate energy in and around your body and mind.

And there are ways to steal it, too.

And you need to be aware of this. You need to understand what is happening to you when you allow the circuit to be completed by an outside source. As soon as you feel the anger, the rage, the extreme sorrow welling up within you, understand right then and there that the circuit has been completed.

Here’s the part that’s hard to get. Maybe you’ll roll your eyes? That energy is going somewhere. It’s not just dissipating into the universe. Someone is getting it and using it. You are being harvested—make no mistake about it.

But you don’t have to let it happen.

You can remove the connection to the outside system by pulling the battery out. In this way, you will conserve your energy and spend it on what you choose. Self-repair is a good idea.

So now I carry the old battery with me at all times. It’s a symbol. When I feel a connection being made, a connection I did not ask for, I pull the battery out of my pocket. I turn it slowly around and around, just like I saw it in my vision. Then I unplug my electrolyte—my body—from the system, and I dismantle the circuit.

When I am able, I consciously connect the circuit and steer it toward my own intentions. I am the captain of my soul. He with ears, let him hear.

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