I experienced what many call a destiny swap—a spiritual hijacking of the life that was meant for me. Years of baneful magic, manipulation, and spiritual warfare were used to reroute my path. A woman who wanted to be me—who envied my light, my love, my essence—tried to steal my life and the man I once believed was my eternal partner.
Sounds far-fetched, right? But Ephesians 6:12 is a powerful reminder:
“For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places.”
That was my reality. I wasn’t just dealing with betrayal—I was under spiritual attack. From multiple angles. And I couldn’t see it clearly until I cut cords with my ex. That’s when the fog lifted. That’s when I saw what had really happened.
A destiny swap—as it’s often described—is when someone attempts to spiritually hijack another person’s path or blessings, usually through ritual work, obsessive intention, or imitation. But the truth? No one can truly own or permanently take what God has divinely assigned to you. They may delay it, distort it, or wear it for a while—but your soul’s blueprint is eternal. And what’s ordained is always protected.
Yes, for a while, she wore my life like a costume. I lived in confusion while she seemed to thrive in the illusion. But the swap? It wasn’t a loss. It was my breakthrough.
She thought she was winning. But what she inherited was a man deeply tied to addiction, low vibration, and spiritual emptiness. What I thought was a divine connection was really a trauma bond—and it turns out, they were a perfect match in dysfunction. Soulmates in darkness.
The so-called swap released me. It stripped me of illusions and pushed me into my evolution—into sovereignty, spiritual authority, and divine alignment. God didn’t let me lose. He set me free.
And here’s the wild part. During the swap, I started to take on what I believed were her characteristics—self-neglect, emotional instability, financial chaos, disorganization, deep shame, and even moments of self-harm. I wasn’t myself. I lost my spark. My hygiene slipped, my creativity dried up, and I felt emotionally raw and out of control. I was verbally abusive and completely unhinged.
My body began to reflect what felt like her energy—sluggish, heavy, and disconnected from joy. I became anxious, paranoid, and constantly overwhelmed, like I was trapped in a fog that didn’t belong to me. That’s how deep the energetic entanglement ran. We were caught in a spiritual triangulation, and I felt it in every part of my being—mind, body, and soul.
One of the first breaking points came when I stopped drinking. That’s when everything started to shift. I later learned that spellwork had been done to me through potions secretly poured into my drinks. That realization changed everything. The more I cleansed, the clearer I became. It was like waking up from a nightmare I didn’t know I was living. The fog began to lift, and piece by piece, I started reclaiming myself.
I’ll be honest—I don’t know her personally. But based on what I experienced during that energetic exchange, her shadow was intense. Controlling, chaotic, deeply wounded. And here’s the uncomfortable truth—some of those traits mirrored parts of me I hadn’t healed yet. Seeing those qualities through her reflection forced me to wake up. To take accountability. To do the work. That’s where the real healing began.
Now, I’m building a new life. A new destiny. She can have the old version of me—I’ve outgrown that path. There wasn’t a true destiny swap, because the woman I’m becoming doesn’t walk the same road I once did.
CLOCK THAT TEA.
She saw into my future through divination and thought she could hijack what God had for me. She tried to play God… and ended up getting played.
What the enemy used to harm me, God used to elevate me.
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