Janet sat cross-legged on the floor of her bedroom, the morning light casting long shadows on the walls. She closed her eyes, taking slow, deliberate breaths, trying to calm the storm of thoughts in her mind. The dream, Lina's call, and the eerie similarities between their experiences—it all felt too connected to ignore. She knew there was only one way to seek clarity: by meditating and reaching out to the spiritual monk who had appeared to her before.
She focused on her breath, letting the noise of the outside world fade into the background. Slowly, she felt her body lighten, her mind opening to the subtle energies around her. The room grew still, almost otherworldly, as a familiar presence emerged in the quiet. The monk's figure materialized in her mind's eye, clad in simple robes, his expression serene yet somber.
The Monk Speaks
"Why are you troubled, Janet?" the monk's voice resonated, calm yet powerful, as if echoing from the depths of her soul.
Janet hesitated, then spoke, her voice steady but laced with urgency. "I had a dream. There was a massive serpent, and I was fighting it alongside someone I didn't recognize. This morning, my friend Lina called me. She described nightmares about the same serpent and strange happenings in her life. I feel there's something… wrong. Why did I dream of this? What is happening to her?"
The monk's gaze deepened, and his voice grew graver. "Your dream was not merely a dream. It was a reflection of reality, a glimpse into a spiritual battle taking place around your friend. The serpent you saw represents a malevolent force—a spirit of deceit and destruction. Your friend Lina is in grave danger. She is being influenced, perhaps even possessed, by an evil entity."
Janet's heart sank. The thought of Lina, her vibrant and resilient friend, being subjected to such darkness was almost unbearable. "What can I do? How can I help her?"
Understanding the Spiritual Threat
"First, you must understand," the monk said. "This spirit preys on vulnerability. Your friend is in a weakened state—emotionally, mentally, and spiritually. Such states make her an easy target for entities seeking to disrupt and consume. Her nightmares are a symptom, not the cause. The car accident, her failed relationship, the misfortunes—they are all part of the chaos this entity is weaving around her."
Janet's mind raced as she pieced together the monk's words with what Lina had shared. "How do I help her? How do I fight something I can't even see?"
"You must first strengthen yourself," the monk replied. "Fear, doubt, and confusion weaken your resolve. You have been chosen to assist in this battle because your connection to her allows you to intervene. But this is not merely a fight of will—it is a fight of spirit. Prayer, meditation, and unwavering faith will be your weapons."
Preparing for the Battle
Janet's determination hardened as the monk continued. "Guide her, Janet. Help her recognize the darkness surrounding her and show her the light. If she is willing, she must confront her own vulnerabilities and seek spiritual cleansing. Until then, you can stand as her protector in the spiritual realm, but know that this battle will not be easy. The serpent does not give up its prey without a fight."
Janet nodded, her heart heavy but resolute. "I'll do whatever it takes. But… why me? Why did I dream of this?"
The monk's expression softened, a faint smile appearing. "Because you are connected—not just to her, but to a greater purpose. You have a strength within you, Janet, though you may not yet fully see it. This is only the beginning of your journey. Trust in your path, and you will find the answers you seek."
As the monk's presence faded, Janet opened her eyes, the weight of the moment pressing heavily on her chest. The room seemed brighter, but the air still felt thick with purpose. She knew what she had to do: reach out to Lina, guide her, and prepare for the spiritual battle ahead. This was no longer just about a dream or a series of unfortunate events. It was about facing the darkness head-on and reclaiming the light.
Janet whispered a quiet prayer, then picked up her phone, ready to take the first step.
Janet picked up her phone, her fingers trembling slightly as she dialed Lina's number. The call connected after a few rings, and Lina's tired voice answered.
"Janet, is something wrong?" Lina asked, her tone subdued.
"Lina," Janet began, her voice steady but urgent. "I need you to trust me. I've been thinking about everything you told me, and I believe there's something deeper going on. I know this might sound strange, but I think what you're experiencing isn't just bad luck. There's a spiritual force at play, something dark that's been affecting your life."
Lina was silent on the other end for a moment, then let out a nervous laugh. "You're scaring me, Janet. What do you mean, 'something dark'?"
Janet took a deep breath, choosing her words carefully. "I had a dream last night—a vivid one. There was a giant serpent, and it felt so real, like it wasn't just a dream. This morning, when you told me about your nightmares and all the strange things happening, I knew it wasn't a coincidence. I believe you're under spiritual attack."
The line was quiet again, but this time Lina didn't laugh. Instead, her voice dropped to a whisper. "Janet… I don't know what to say. I've felt like something's been wrong for weeks, but I didn't want to admit it. What do I do?"
Janet tightened her grip on the phone. "We'll face this together. I'll guide you, but you have to be open to taking steps to protect yourself spiritually. This isn't just about luck or circumstances—it's about fighting back against the darkness. Trust me, Lina. We can get through this."