Resonating Through Shared Humanity: The Castle of Rage - Defending with Grace

Inner Sanctum

19 Feb

This is where the magic happens. Or at least the awkward self-reflection.

For those embracing fierce boundaries and inner power.

Dear gorgeous child, I feel your calcified rage that is now your castle. It stands as your boundary risen from ash. I know that you think I will tell you this violent enforcement of your walls is not warranted. Here, good child, you would be wrong. I am empowered by your strength of mind, not violently attacking but instead defending your walls and making your preparations against those who would harm you, either through ignorance or through malice. Beautiful child, your fierce determination is nothing to be scared of; it is the bright flaming sword of the hero who charges the line and defends their people. It shows how much you are growing and how many of the wounds you are beginning to see as battle scars, seared shut with the hot iron of love—ready for more.

Goddess of a child, you are more beautiful than the calm night and more glorious than the blazing sun. Take this armour to your homestead to refuel your fire and to tend to your cool, moon-filled night. Those of your kin and of your ever-circling love are to enjoy the tenderness you reserve from your enemies. Show them that you are strong and gentle in equal measure, showing them the vulnerability that they are powerless to strike. Such is their weakness that they think they can strike at your truest heart. Should they dare, you are prepared and have heart to measure the deepest pits of harm they can deal.

Rally, glorious child of love, your eyes level and your aim true. You are now realising you are the arrow fired from that power which is highest and are never to be broken. Your shaft, made of the most malleable yew, flexes infinitely under strain, and your tip, dear universe, has given you something so clean and pure that you pierce all that would stand in your way, should they dare. How they dare, we will never care; why they dare does not matter. Should their will aim to shatter your love and light, they will be purged and sucked from the wound, their poison never to enter regardless of how much pain they inflict. You never do so with malice, and you start to realise—You will never be stopped, never denied, never overcome when the shaft of love rings true. Continue on then, wondrous child, show the world what love's core doth bring.

“Your fierce determination is nothing to be scared of; it is the bright flaming sword of the hero who charges the line and defends their people.”