I was going through a time when I often visited a restaurant where the atmosphere felt magical — everything vibrated in a field of calm, natural well-being. But there was a man there who always brought a different energy: he planted heavy words, was reactive, and I could feel him stirring something aggressive in the air.
He came from an environment where women were not well regarded, and men were more than just violent — they were fractured.
One day, he tried to provoke me — maybe even intimidate me. I looked at him. And I answered with love, not with fear. Not with superiority. Just presence. He went silent. But he didn’t leave. He stopped because he didn’t find a conflict.
I could’ve easily pulled out the street kid from Giurgiu in me and kicked him out of his own shadow — but I didn’t. Because I see more than just violent men.
I see wounded children, turned into the very thing they once feared and blamed.
He kept showing up from time to time, with the same energy. And then, one day, the universe responded. He was struck — right there, in that very place. Not by me, obviously. I have the power to become invisible to such a person, through will and intention. What he projected, came back. What he tried to force, forced him back.
That’s how karma works:
Not like a sword falling from the sky — but like an echo from the field.
Whatever isn’t aligned with the frequency of love, slams into a wall.
Or falls by itself.