Fragments of Truth - Vol. I Spoiler 2

TIME: THE MIND CLEANSER

A journey through psychic entanglement, karmic echoes, and the slow rebirth of freedom

FOREWORD

Some ties don’t break. They unravel.
In this intimate and unfiltered account, Sarah opens the door to a time in her life when the past clung like smoke, and freedom was only a theory. As karmic bonds whispered through dreams and family ghosts leaned close, the days blurred into nights of exhaustion, disbelief, and spiritual resistance.
But the clock was ticking. Time, relentless and sacred, was cleansing her mind—slowly, painfully, and entirely.

THE STORY

The year was 2018. Two decades had passed since Sarah had physically separated from Fernando, but the emotional and psychic bond still coiled around her like a serpent. She had tried to leave many times. Sometimes, she even succeeded. But he always came back. And she, despite everything—despite her clarity, her strength, her intellect—rarely said no.

The relationship had long morphed into a battlefield of emotional cruelty and psychic confusion. Fernando was vulgar, insecure, and often verbally violent. And yet, he remained tethered to her.
She didn't submit—but she endured. Not for love. Not anymore. For something else. Something older, deeper, harder to define. A bond.

This bond became a crucible, a laboratory of inner alchemy. Sarah stood her ground, transformed herself, and refused to be devoured. She knew this: life renews itself only when the cycle is complete.

Her daughter, Melissa, now twenty, was also struggling. A sweet, spiritually sensitive child turned defiant and strange. Shadows stretched across their relationship, as if the toxic thread binding Sarah and Fernando had reached their daughter’s heart. Sarah tried to help—tried to carry them both—but it drained her. Even when things were calm, the energy was heavy.

And so she called out—to Ayla, her spiritual guide.
Dreams came, laden with symbolism: a cursed lace dress, a grandmother not yet reincarnated, an angel rejected by a proud daughter, an ex-husband kissing another man.
All messages. All keys.
But the door remained shut.

Ayla helped decode the karmic web: a past life love ended prematurely. A separation never completed. A curse woven in lace. A tragic death in a French winter. The soul’s ancient pain demanded acknowledgment. It was not revenge. It was not fate. It was healing.

And Sarah was tired.
Utterly, soul-deep tired.

But she kept walking.
Through broken nights, financial instability, and psychic overload, she kept going. Sometimes, she felt like Christ at Gethsemane. Other times, like a beast clawing at invisible walls. The future was a blur. But she held on.

One night, in a dream, she saw it—
a city:
bright, radiant, impossible.
A symbol of the self after liberation.
A future not yet born, but destined.

AFTERWORD

When transformation begins, we rarely recognize it. It hides beneath tears, dreams, anger, and silence. But the mind, tired of its own loops, calls on Time—and Time, relentless, begins the cleansing.

The city is coming.
And Sarah, unknowingly, is already walking toward it.