What Happens When Your “Bad” People Turn To Angels

Dianna D. Laura B. John F. For years, I believed these people wronged me.

They’re all either former colleagues from my days at Intel — the towering monolith of masculine, hierarchical energy where I once built a chapter of my life — or my time in the start-up world. And like so many beliefs written inside institutions and cultures like those, mine were layered with quiet betrayal, eroded confidence, and buried resentment.

Back then, I didn’t fully understand what was happening. Nor was I fully devoted to the Positively Focused practice. Now, though, I am devoted. And now, I fully understand.

Now I see that the versions of those people I created were showing me something important: not about them, but about me. And even more stunning? They came back in to my life.

Not in emails or texts, not in awkward coffee-shop run-ins, but in dreams. My dreams.

Because in my dreamscape, my Broader Perspective had more room to work with me — to show me the vibrational doors opening, which is what those relationships really were. They existed to help me soothe old momentum tied to money, power, gender, and above all, worthiness.

When Dreams Become Emotional Rescue Missions

At first, the dreams were charged, emotionally dense, visceral. Each figure reappeared not as a ghost, but as a live energetic transmission — stirring old wounds I thought I buried. Some dreams showed scenes that never happened in waking life, but carried the feeling tone of my deepest fears and suppressed resentments.

For a brief moment, I thought I was regressing. But I wasn’t. I was integrating and expanding. These weren’t dreams for processing “trauma” in the way psychology might frame it. These were missions of clarity from my Inner Being. A chance to be with old parts of myself — the ones who still flinched, still doubted, still wanted to be liked, still wanted to prove their worth to those who couldn’t see it.

The dreams allowed me to feel the sting again — but this time, with an enlightened presence. And from that place, something stunning happened.

I No Longer Needed Them to Be Villains

Dianna wasn’t cold and assuming the worst from me. Laura wasn’t manipulative and back stabbing. John wasn’t cowardly. Those were projections I held onto because they kept my story true — the story of being wronged. The story of being overlooked. The story of having to fight for space in rooms that weren’t built for people like me.

But in the dream-scape, I got to see the a different probable past: each were angels. Angels who came in the perfect form to reflect the energy I still carried. Angels whose final mission was to return in symbolic form and serve me not with apologies, but with their presence. By triggering my memories, they propelled my expansion.

Not because they had power to do that. But because I was ready to release the hold I had over myself and spark that energetic move forward.

What They Reflected Back to Me

What all of them had in common — what all of these relationships mirrored — was my own unconscious belief that my value was conditional. Conditional on performance. On likability, productivity. On never being “too much.”

It wasn’t about them. It was about the agreement I made long before Intel, long before adulthood, that I had to earn my belonging. And because the Universe itself is expansive and precise, as I am as a reflection of that, I attracted through it people who would play that game with me — perfectly.

They were never my enemies. They were my collaborators.

Worth Isn’t Earned — It’s Remembered

The biggest release came when I finally saw how this momentum had bled into every corner of my life — especially around money.

I had tied my financial abundance to how “worthy” I could be in the eyes of others. If I wasn’t producing, striving, or proving — I didn’t feel like I deserved to receive. That old frequency had kept me chasing manifestations rather than allowing them.

My dreams didn’t just help me see that. They helped me soothe it. Not intellectually, but, energetically. Each night, I returned to that dream terrain, and layer by layer, the emotional charge began to melt. It wasn’t dramatic. The process evolved over weeks. There were no movie-worthy “aha” moments. Just the steady loosening of tight vibrational knots.

Until one day I woke up and realized: I don’t resent them anymore. Not only that — I’m appreciative. It’s the same nonphysical experience a client recently had in wake-scape. That story publishes next month.

Diana, Laura and John showed up to serve the story until I no longer needed it. And then they returned one last time, lovingly, to help me release it.

This Is What Alignment Looks Like

Today, my relationship with my past is different. Not because the past changed…well it DID… because I did. My worth doesn’t live in their hands anymore. It never did. And that shift has changed everything.

I now allow money to come not because I’ve “earned” it, but because I’ve aligned with the version of me who no longer argues with her own value. My next post is a perfect companion to this knowing. It goes live tomorrow.

Today I attract people who reflect my wholeness, not scarcity. And I attract circumstances aligned with that expanded vibration.

I’ve always known dreamscape as a divine classroom — one that knows exactly how to reach me when I’m ready. Those experiences are increasingly showing me and my advanced practice clients how valuable dreamscape is. It’s amazing people live with no conscious connection to this deeply meaningful state of being.

If you’re still holding onto old stories about people who hurt you, who betrayed you, I invite you to consider: What if they were never villains? What if they were angels in disguise?

And what if their last gift to you is waiting… in your dreams? Book a session and discover how deeply in service to you your dream state is. And maybe you too will find those you despise are actually those most worthy of your appreciation.