What December Reveals

 

Whew. November was a wild ride—messy, confronting, but strangely educational. This past month felt like the universe opened a final portal for me to tie up old loose ends, and for once, I actually took the invitation. No guilt, no heartbreak, just clarity.

Letting go wasn’t easy. It never is. It drags up old thoughts, old excuses, old versions of yourself that try to cling to what’s familiar. But I’m proud of myself. I listened to my intuition, and the divine nudged me forward at just the right moments.

I don’t know exactly what the future holds, but for the first time in a long time, I can feel that it’s good. There’s a softness in the air, a quiet promise. But alongside that sense of hope, something else has been tapping at me—subtle, persistent, impossible to ignore.

Lately, I’ve had this deep feeling that December is an observation month. A time where prayers that have been sitting in the spiritual queue finally start bearing fruit… but some of those blessings come with a cost. Not in a punishment way, but in a balancing-the-scales kind of way.

And honestly? The way things are unfolding is a little scary.

Recently, I heard news about my cousin. He’s not doing well. Life has taken a slow turn for the worse for him, and it breaks my heart because I remember the child he used to be—light-filled, innocent, the sweetest soul in the room. Now he feels like a shadow of that boy, drifting, troubled, sinking into things that aren’t truly him.

When I look into his eyes, it’s like the real him is trapped somewhere deep in the dark, reaching but unable to be reached.

And the worst part? He’s not suffering from his own actions, but from the karma tied to someone close to him. You know that saying—“the sins of the parent fall onto the children.” Watching it play out in real life is haunting. Unfair. Cruel, even. Because the ones who set this whole chain in motion are walking around carefree, pretending the smoke doesn’t come from their fire.

My cousin is caught in the crossfire of dark projections—what some would call witchcraft, bad intentions, or spiritual interference. And it’s so easy for me to spiral into asking:

Is it my place to interfere? Or would helping him mean interrupting someone’s karma?

Because as much as we want to save people, karma doesn’t care about comfort. Karma cares about balance.

And balance always comes back around.

I’ve been thinking a lot about how easily someone can create karma for themselves without even noticing. You become a parent, and your instinct is to protect your child at all costs. But what if “protecting them” leads you to harm someone else?

What if you steal spiritual gifts, blessings, or opportunities from another person—justifying it with, “my child deserves this more”?

The universe doesn’t work like that.

No one gets away unscathed.

The person you stole from will get their blessings back—doubled, multiplied even—because that’s how divine justice works. And you, the taker, end up with consequences you never saw coming. Worst of all, your child ends up entangled in a mess they didn’t create.

That’s when you learn the truth:

The universe is fair.

Karma isn’t personal, but it is precise.

There are people who walk with protection you can’t see, forces that don’t negotiate. When you target someone like that, the blowback is brutal.

Everything we do is recorded. Nothing goes unnoticed.

And sometimes the universe will shake an entire community just to protect one person.

Karma doesn’t always come loudly—it sneaks up quietly, rearranging life behind the scenes until one day everything you built on stolen energy starts to crumble.

So yes… December feels like an observation month.

A month where hidden things rise to the surface.

Where actions—good and bad—start maturing into results.

Where the quiet becomes loud.

This month, don’t be fooled by the stillness.

Just because things look calm doesn’t mean nothing is happening.

Oh, believe me—things are moving.

And the universe is keeping score.