From my earliest memories, I always felt different from those around me. Life often felt overwhelming as I tried to navigate a world full of adult issues; manipulation, lies, hidden agendas. I didn’t understand why people acted that way, and it left me questioning where I truly belonged. I had a strong sense of right and wrong, and conflict or cruelty felt unbearable. Growing up in Israel, where violence and tension were part of daily life, made me feel even more disconnected from this world

Home wasn’t a peaceful place either. The rules seemed random, and I struggled to make sense of them. My religious school only pushed me further away. I couldn’t accept that humans created strict rules and then claimed God was behind them. It frustrated me to be taught by teachers who simply repeated what they had learned without questioning any of it. Studying the Bible felt boring and often clashed with my inner beliefs. The idea that God would want hatred or sacrifice made no sense to me, because deep down I knew my essence was love, and that I was part of God. But the world outside wasn’t my only battle. At night, I faced terrifying shadowy figures that looked like swirling sheer fabric flying through the air, slipping right through my bedroom window as if nothing could stop them. They would press down on my chest and neck so hard that I felt like I was choking, fully conscious yet trapped in my own body, unable to move, unable to scream – frozen while their weight stole the air from my lungs. I never told my mother what was happening; she was already overwhelmed raising five children, and I knew she wouldn’t understand. I didn’t want to burden her, so I kept it inside, convinced that saying anything would only waste time and energy. Instead, I tried to handle it alone. The fear became so intense that I taped every gap in the window frame, desperate to keep them out, but they always returned. Eventually, exhausted and out of options, I reached a moment where I simply couldn’t fight anymore. The next night, I lay still with my heart racing and whispered inside my mind, “If you’re here to kill me… then do it.” And in that moment of surrender, they vanished. Completely. Forever. Only years later did I understand that darkness feeds on fear, and once I stopped giving it power, it had nothing left to cling to.

To survive emotionally, I learned to shut down my feelings, protecting myself, but also carrying those habits into adulthood. Because of that, and because human behavior felt so intense and confusing, I eventually became more of a loner. Answers from the physical world felt incomplete, so I searched for truth elsewhere. I found comfort in spirituality, books, channelers, near-death stories, past-life regressions. Those ideas finally made sense to me. They matched what my soul always knew: my family and I were different. Years later, I discovered the term Indigo child, and everything clicked.

Throughout my life, I’ve had a strong drive for justice and peace, even when others stayed silent. I once worked with a woman who verbally abused coworkers for years, yet nothing was done. When she turned on me, I stood up to her because staying silent would have made me part of the problem. She manipulated the situation, twisted the truth, and I ended up being harshly criticized despite doing the right thing. It was a painful reminder that justice isn’t always rewarded, but I will always stand with the innocent rather than the abuser.

Today, the world feels chaotic for so many of us. Some people just go along with the crowd. Others like me, like you can’t ignore what feels wrong. If you’ve always felt different or refuse to follow rules that make no sense, know this: You are not alone. We’re here to challenge outdated systems, to question what doesn’t align with truth, and to help humanity evolve. This is a time for strong-minded souls who aren’t afraid to stand in their power.

Stay true to who you are, even when society labels you as a conspirator, an outsider, a black sheep – whatever title they try to give you, it will never change your core.

Stand up for what you believe in. 

Your truth is worth defending – whether people understand it or not.

And the most important thing is this:
You get to be YOU. 🫵