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I learned every angle of darkness. So when light came, I knew its value.

There’s a kind of learning you don’t get from school.

No teacher. No test.

Just life putting you in situations and watching what you do.

I learned every angle of darkness. So when light came, I knew its value.

And I mean real darkness.

Not the kind people talk about just to sound deep.

I’m talking about the kind that shows you how people really are.

It shows you who switches up.

Who only shows love when it benefits them.

Who disappears when things get heavy.

That kind of darkness will either break you…

or it will build something solid in you.

For me, it made me pay attention.

I started noticing patterns.

How people move.

How they talk.

How they treat others when they think it doesn’t matter.

I stopped reacting to everything.

I stopped explaining myself all the time.

I stopped giving energy to things that didn’t deserve it.

That was growth. Real growth.

Not loud. Not flashy.

Just quiet discipline.

And somewhere along the way, I changed.

I didn’t need validation like before.

Didn’t need to prove myself to everyone.

I just moved different.

So when light finally came into my life…

peace… real peace…

I didn’t get confused by it.

I recognized it.

Because I had already seen everything it was not.

Light isn’t just about feeling good.

It’s about clarity.

It’s about alignment.

It’s about things making sense without forcing it.

And here’s the truth a lot of people won’t say:

If you’ve never really experienced darkness,

you won’t truly appreciate light.

You might question it.

You might even push it away without realizing it.

But when you’ve been through enough…

you don’t play with peace when it shows up.

You protect it.

You respect it.

You move with intention around it.

So no… I don’t regret what I went through.

That darkness gave me awareness.

It gave me discernment.

And now when something real comes into my life…

I don’t hesitate.

I know exactly what I’m looking at.

Energy transferred

Among the archives sent with me on this mission was a paper/essay on energy transference. The paper stated that when a mother dies her energy is transferred to what she loved the most. Unclear of how that works with a mother who had several children before their passing. As I read this paper I felt like there was some sort of truth to it.

Believe me or not ; I really don’t care.

Maybe a month or two after my mother passed I found myself laying in bed , half asleep. I felt something reach out to me. When whatever it was grabbed a hold of me I felt as something was charging me. Maybe the better term is downloading to me.

At first I thought this was another sleep paralysis episode. Usually after one of those I’m drained of my energy. Not this time. I wasn’t wired or drained.

I was merely just ok.

Moving forward I started seeing the world different.

I believe a lot of that came from no longer having my buffer to the world by my side anymore. I had to deal with all of these things and people head on.

Almost as if I was being battle tested.

A lot of those battles I lost.

But like the phoenix that rose from the ashes those defeats just made me stronger.

I don’t know why I am writing this. Just a thought I had on my mind.

Better out than in.

-TC