The Manifestation Witch

Elucidations

We always imagine the negotiations of politicians behind doors, who offer or exchange to get what they aspire to. I guess it's something like what I'm experiencing today, but without the magical tone:

Kumar already looks different. The toxin already absorbed makes his vibration different from the other elevated wills. Normally, we perceive them in harmony, in the same tune.

From his corner, he spit his poison; — this stupid witch is just a worker. I am the source!

—Source of what? Of laziness? What you know is to receive, never produce. — I answer back without hesitation.

— In anger, he shouts: — You are insubordinate and shouldn't even be talking to me. — He says the last thing petulantly.

Do you want to play this game? Come on! — You lost that respect when you committed a capital sin and are no longer part of us.

I see my biological mother. — Or you didn't know that? — She doesn't answer me, but she observes. I know she knows but ignores it out of convenience. Rotten energy is impossible not to perceive. Yet, this is also the approach taken in world politics.

—Witch, this business is timeless! I am a superior being, the basis of all this. — He continues to retort, selling his idea.

—Maybe you were. Your energy has already changed, and you won't be able to do it. You never did it on this level and don't even think that you can now, offering something that you don't even know you can accomplish. — I tell him while wishing I had Arisha by my side, she would handle this situation better than me.

Suddenly, Kumar attacks me, and I am thrown against a wall without time to react. I don't know what takes over me, but the rage that fuels me makes me respond in the same way against Kumar and run towards him without even touching him; I can return the blow with equal energy, and I make him disappear for a moment of this plane.

Surprised, he quickly masks his reaction. With anger, he tells me, — You are dead, you insignificant witch!

— Enough. — is the contribution that comes from the lips of that woman, who until now, only observed.

Kumar approaches me again, but she stops him by raising her hand. I must admit I am surprised by her power.

She feels my vibe, and she asks me without even look at me. — Do you see what we are capable of?

Kumar grumbles from his corner, unable to hide his disbelief that a mere witch had stopped him. At that very moment, the idea has already taken root in my mind; we can be their opponents and win.

The power invades me. — If the Cosima are seeking abundance and genuine energy that creates rather than destroys, I am the one they should talk to.

Kumar interferes, still pinned to the wall — I am the direct source of that energy she claims to manage. — and disappears.

—My little wise woman, that was just a sample of your power. — My biological mother tells me with sweetness in her tone.

That does not affect me. — Tell the Cosima I can talk to politicians directly. Explore their financial shortcomings, which they surely have in abundance. — I say it sarcastically and, I conclude by saying — and offer opportunities they can't even imagine to grow. But we will clean the house, only the best will stay, they will create their businesses while working for the nation, they will not need to steal, that will be the condition, and they will own more than they imagine.

—What made you change your mind? — She asks me bluntly.

— Kumar. Someone with that mentality should not mix with politics; the officials are already rotten enough. — That is not false.