There are 14 main meridians that run through the body, 12 of which are aligned with the 24-hour clock. This means that there are two hours a day when a meridian – which runs through a certain part of your body – becomes the main one.
The meridians are related to body parts and processes, as well as emotions and experiences. In fact, the time you wake up can tell you which meridian is disturbed.
The time of night greatly determines what happens when you wake up. It is also important to consider how often you wake up at night. If you wake up every night between 3 and 5 a.m., it may mean that you are experiencing a spiritual awakening.
This is especially true if you never wake up during the night and there is no obvious reason (like going to the bathroom) why you woke up.
Spiritual significance of waking up at 1:00 a.m.
Physical: You may have circulation problems (especially your heart) or your gallbladder.
Mental: It means you have too much worry in your heart and mind. And these worries and resentments are now testing you.
Spiritual: You need energy. You are giving more than you are getting, and it is wearing you down. You may not be open to receiving, but you also may not know how to make yourself happy, so you rely on the idea of goals or the approval of others to do it for you.
Spiritual Significance of Waking up at 2 a.m.
Physical: You may be having digestive problems, either related to your small intestine or your liver. You may be eating or drinking too much or too little.
Mental: This is usually due to unresolved pockets of energy that you accumulated in early or middle childhood. When you were young, your inability to process what they meant made you either avoid or resist the circumstances in which they arose. Even today, it still has an impact on you.
Spiritual: You need to eliminate those old, limiting, inherited beliefs and ideas you have about yourself that you acquired before you were even aware of what was going on.
Spiritual meaning of waking up at 3 a.m.
Physical: You may have problems with your lungs. It may simply be an inability to breathe deeply and relax.
Mental: You need guidance and direction. Although you are beginning to have an awakening in your life, many things are still very new to you, so you are literally waking up in the spiritual “witching hour” (which is not necessarily a bad thing) to absorb more of the information you need.
Spiritual: Since 3am is the time when the veil between dimensions is at its lowest, it is possible that energies are trying to communicate with you (past loved ones, guides, etc.). It is also possible that, because you are becoming more sensitive to subtle energies, your body is waking up when there is more going on in the physical world. Stay awake and write down any messages you receive or ideas that pop into your head at this time.
Spiritual significance of waking up at 4 a.m.
Physical: You may have bladder or sweating problems. This is the time when your body temperature is lowest, so you may be too hot or too cold.
Mental: you may be too “hot or too cold” in your personal life, feeling both very fulfilled and sidelined by doubt. Know that this is part of the process, and will help you understand balance and duality.
Spiritual: You are in a time of ascension, upliftment and great change in your life. As you usher in the new, you must strive to accept letting go of the old.
Spiritual significance of waking up at 5am.
Physical: You may be having problems with your large intestine, or with your diet and nutrition.
Mental: You may not be convinced that you deserve the love of others or your own well-being. You are probably too caught up in your self-critical state of mind to really embrace all the amazing things you have built for yourself.
Spiritual: You are reaching a high point in your life where you are finally empowered, positive and thriving.
Waking up between 3 and 5 am can be a sign of a spiritual awakening.
My MIL Ruined My Wedding Dress during the Ceremony, but Karma Hit Her Back Immediately
My mother-in-law (MIL) discovered the date through my sister-in-law (SIL), Megan. On that evening during our romantic dinner, Samantha called Josh. She claimed to have had a heart attack and needed him immediately by her side.
“Josh, it’s your mother. I need you right now!” Samantha’s voice trembled over the phone. Josh’s face turned pale, but his phone buzzed again. Megan’s message popped up: “She’s faking it. Don’t fall for it!”
“Are you sure?” Josh texted back quickly.
“Yes, she’s sitting here eating ice cream and watching TV,” Megan replied. Thanks to that heads-up, he didn’t fall for Samantha’s trick! We managed to have a lovely romantic dinner and a beautiful engagement, knowing his mother was faking her condition to get his attention.
The months leading up to the wedding were a nightmare. Samantha did everything she could to sabotage our plans. She complained about the venue, criticized my dress, and even tried to convince Josh to call the whole thing off!
“Josh, do you really think she’s the RIGHT ONE for you?” Samantha would say, her tone dripping with condescension. “You could do so much better.”
“Mom, I love her. That’s all that matters,” Josh would reply, trying to keep his cool.
I thought my husband’s mother would relent, but then she showed up uninvited to my bridal shower! The woman made a scene, accusing me of trying to steal her son away and ruining his life!
“You’re nothing but a gold-digger!” she screamed in front of all my friends and family.
“Samantha, you need to leave now,” my maid of honor, Sarah, said firmly, stepping in to protect me. It seemed my MIL’s actions were becoming more desperate, but I didn’t expect what she would do next!
Fast forward to our wedding day. I hoped she had put up with the fact that her son had chosen me. BUT NO! In the middle of our wedding vows, she INTERRUPTED, claiming she had a “surprise” for me.
“I have a special gift for the bride!” Samantha announced with a sinister smile. Before anyone could react, she splashed a full bottle of red paint all over my dress. “What the hell, Mom?!” Josh screamed, his voice echoing through the hall.
I stood there in shock, my gorgeous gown ruined! I couldn’t say a word and was in shock. But Josh started screaming at her, demanding she leave immediately. “You’ve gone too far this time, Mom! Get out! Now!” he shouted.
Samantha was escorted out by a few guests who had seen enough of her antics. The ceremony continued, but the mood had been dampened. I tried to put on a brave face, but inside, I was devastated.
After the ceremony, we decided to skip the reception and head straight to our honeymoon suite. Josh was FURIOUS, pacing back and forth in our room. “I can’t believe she did that,” he muttered. “I’m so sorry, babe. This was supposed to be the happiest day of our lives.”
“It’s not your fault,” I said, trying to comfort him. “She’s the one who ruined it.” Now, you might think that’s where the story ends, but oh no. Karma was quick and had something else in store for Samantha!
A few weeks later, I learned that my MIL had a grand gala planned at her home. It was a charity event, and she had invited the crème de la crème of society. She was always so proud of her pristine house and immaculate garden.
This event was supposed to be the highlight of her social calendar. I decided it was time for a little payback. I contacted a few friends who owned a landscaping company and made a deal with them.
“Are you sure about this?” my friend Jake asked, grinning. “Absolutely! It’s time she learns her lesson,” I replied. The night before the gala, Samantha got what she deserved. Jake’s company “accidentally” mixed up addresses.
They delivered a truckload of manure to my MIL’s manicured lawn. The team then spread it all over. They ensured every inch of her precious garden was covered in the most pungent fertilizer imaginable!
The next morning, the smell was unbearable! Guests started arriving for the gala, only to be greeted by the overwhelming stench of manure. My MIL was mortified! She tried to salvage the event, but no amount of perfume or air fresheners could mask the smell.
“Welcome to my…” Samantha began. “Oh, dear lord!” one guest exclaimed, covering their nose. “Samantha, what on earth happened here?” another whispered, horrified. Guests left in disgust, and my MILl’s reputation took a serious hit!
But that wasn’t all! A few days after the gala incident, my MIL received a call from the local health department. “We’ve received a complaint about improper manure disposal,” the officer stated.
“What?! From whom?!” Samantha shrieked! Josh and I were upstairs trying to help her deal with the aftermath of the gala and came running down. With tears in her eyes, she told us what happened. “Is that so? I wonder who could have reported that,” I said with a smirk.
“Someone” had reported her for improper manure disposal. It resulted in a hefty fine and a mandatory cleanup crew that tore up her garden, leaving it in shambles. I might have tipped them off anonymously, but hey, sometimes you have to play dirty to get justice.
The icing on the cake was that I ensured the local newspaper got wind of the story! They ran a piece about the “Gala Gone Wrong.” In it they detailed how the host’s meticulous planning was ruined by a mysterious manure delivery. Samantha’s name was the talk of the town, and not in a good way!
To add another twist, my husband and I decided to take a delayed honeymoon. We wanted to spend some quality time away from all the drama. We chose a beautiful tropical destination. While we were gone, I hired a local artist to create a stunning mural on our garage door.
The mural featured a vibrant red wedding dress. It was my way of reclaiming the color red. A way for me to turn it into something beautiful rather than a symbol of Samantha’s vindictiveness.
When we returned, my MIL’s face was priceless when she saw the mural! “What is this supposed to be?” she snapped, pointing at the garage. Josh just laughed and told her, “It’s a symbol of our strength and resilience as a couple.”
When she confronted me, accusing me of orchestrating the whole thing, I smiled. “It’s funny how things work out sometimes, isn’t it?” I replied. From that day on, Samantha never tried to sabotage our relationship again. She knew better than to mess with me.
But there was one more thing I had planned. To ensure she understood the full extent of her actions, I organized a family intervention. With Josh’s help, we gathered everyone at our house. This included Megan, Sarah, and a few close friends who had seen Samantha’s behavior over the years.
“Samantha, we need to talk,” Josh began, his tone serious. “Your actions have hurt us deeply, and it’s time you faced the consequences.”
“What is this, some kind of ambush?” my MIL sneered, crossing her arms.
“It’s an intervention,” I said calmly. “We’re here to make you understand how your behavior affects everyone.” One by one, our friends and family shared their experiences and feelings about Samantha’s manipulative actions.
Tears shed, voices rose, and Samantha’s defenses began to crumble. “You’ve treated me like an outsider from day one,” I said, my voice trembling. “But no more. We deserve better.”
“I never meant to hurt anyone,” my MIL said quietly, her eyes downcast. “I wanted what’s best for Josh.”
“What’s best for me is to be happy with the woman I love,” Josh said firmly. “And if you can’t accept that, then you’re the one who’s going to be left out.” Samantha finally broke down, realizing the impact of her actions.
She apologized to everyone and promised to change.
Whether she would truly follow through was yet to be seen, but for the first time, I felt a glimmer of hope. After the intervention, things slowly began to improve. Samantha made an effort to be more involved in our lives without being overbearing.
She even offered to help replace my wedding dress. A small step towards mending our relationship. The lesson here? Don’t start a fight you can’t finish. Thanks for reading!
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