The Aftermath

Exam, Realization, Release, Life

Yesterday, I sat for the FINRA National Commodities Futures exam also known as Series 3. I had scheduled the exam with the intent of a deadline for myself in moving forward with getting professional work back in the financial industry, just in a different aspect. I did not have adequate time to fully upscale my skills to actually succeed in passing it. My strength was almost passing in the regulations area, while I got dragged down calculating quickly enough the analytical questions.

Within 24 hours, prior to the exam, I felt compelled to workout more than before. As I was working out, I realized, I was releasing what had been tied in me with regards to financial exams such as previously with CFA (Chartered Financial Analyst exam years ago.

I am sharing this story as I feel I need to let it go energetically and perhaps there are others out there who have dealt with betrayal and a semblance of lies and deception as a result of retribution. Perhaps one lesson from this experience was for me, once you see the truth of deception and potential violence, leave early, do not wait. I had to see what the next stop was in a dream I had. If I did not leave as soon as possible, despite the outer appearance, my life would have ended. I also could have been on a higher track professionally, had I protected myself from the draining impact emotionally and physically.

My interest in the financial markets began with my dad and my sharing in charting moving averages, some commodities, and the Dow Jones and NASDAQ daily volume and closing prices. I interned in high school with a large bank and with Smith Barney Brokerage.

There was another reason for my eventually working in the financial world. I felt I needed and wanted financial independence which allowed me freedom of choice. The intellectual challenge was another aspect. I had liked to put puzzles together in my early years, and later on, I was one who explored strategies and solutions in life for others and myself.

My father passed when I was 28 years old, and I felt my protection and my encouragement in the world left me. I began to feel alone in that I keep looking for someone to also have my best interests in their mind in their decisions. I found myself still being philanthropic oriented with community activities, and had much energy to keep doing and going.

Just before my father passed, I was beginning to be around social settings which were not necessarily supportive of me as a young woman. I knew I was internally strong and was not deterred by seemingly difficult situations.

There was a person I met in a CFA preparation group maybe around 2006 or so. His background had been as a CIA field person or operative. He had just entered a CIA related entrepreneurial company. His mother was living with him. He seemed to be treating her well initially and then later I was seeing she was verbally abusive towards him, especially when he was financially strained. I also started noticing that his interest was lying in getting in contact with higher people of the high profile PE company for whom I was working on projects. As time went on, it seemed he may be trying to target those who originated the firm. I wish I separated from the study partner then.

Later I noticed he may have contacted the CFA headquarters to speak of inauthentic things about me, as he would project his authority in things. I also saw him strategize where he wanted to be in his current new job. I understood several people got fired including the HR person within a short amount of time at his new current job due to him.

During Obama’s 2009 inauguration, I had let him know by text or email, that I can no longer see him. That gave some room in case he would go in a rage, as he lived in VA and I lived in DC.

In September 2009, I understood his mother had passed. In the first week or so in October, someone was looking through my english basement window and down the street each way. Based on what I saw, it appeared to be a casing. So from then on I was careful to not be out at night. Also at night it sounded like someone was opening a cover and when I looked out it looked like someone was dropping something into what could have been water pipes…though I am not sure if it was or not.

Then the next week, I was woken up to hearing and feeling a pulsing sound, like a sonic sound around 1am. I laid on my bed on my side and prayed for protection from God. When I got up at 6am to my my alarm, I realized that I had to really work hard at focusing my brain to handle my getting ready for work. When I got to work, I experienced the strength I had internally, to focus and get work done.

I do not recall the time from that incident, but I had a significant push feeling into my third eye area… perhaps the calcium around that organ broke apart. My health began to spiral and was more affected by dust on the medical record area where my desk was close to that room. My thyroid speeded-up and I began to loose 1.5 pounds a day. I was at time 110 maybe with a smaller frame. I went into the 90 pounds area and was able to stop my weight decline. I did not have much money from my job net of my rent and had no health insurance.

From that experience, my life changed for a long while. I was much more sensitive to foods, sounds, and much more aware about people and environments that I had ever been before. My energetic protection, my aura, had been greatly affected and I was greatly affected by EMFs and any technology around me. In fact, I noticed my skin became more taut, yet I felt I lost bone during the time of the spiraling of my thyroid and perhaps releasing calcium from my bones. It did affect my bone structure and changed my appearance some.

In 2012, I was asked by my mother to come down while she had surgery which was much more extensive that I was aware of until just 24 hours before she was to go into the hospital in another city in South Carolina, Charleston. She passed a year later from head and neck cancer. I was involved for the following year readying the house for sale. It sold and I moved down to Charleston.

In Charleston, South Carolina, I healed my body and my emotional life. I had to address my extremely low levels of hormone production, toxic levels of some metals. I volunteered in cultural events, fashion events, and as a child advocate in the University of South Carolina Hospital in Charleston.