CHAPTER FOUR: The Spiritual Awakening. by Multi®

Pain has a strange way of pushing you toward purpose.

When I finally broke free from the cycle, I didn’t just walk away from people — I walked toward God. Not the God of our Sunday performances. Not the God you had to earn through good behavior. The God who meets you in your mess, not your mask.

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It started as a whisper. Then a pull.

Dreams that felt like messages instead of random images. A gut instinct that warned me before trouble showed up. A voice deep inside that told me I wasn’t crazy. That I was chosen.

Chosen doesn’t mean special.

Chosen means burdened.

And with that burden came clarity: my family wasn’t just broken — they were bound. Spiritually bound. Shackled by something that had been running through generations like poisoned water.

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I could feel it when I prayed — a resistance, a heaviness that didn’t make sense in the natural. I could see it in their eyes when I spoke the name of YHWH. It wasn’t just discomfort. It was fear.

That’s when I knew: I was called to break the curse.

And I knew it wouldn’t be easy.

Because the moment you choose light, darkness pays attention.