Welcome,
Sweet soul.
Take some time now to fall back into yourself.
Let the heavy chair,
Floor,
The very earth,
Take the weight you've been holding in your spine.
I see how you have been living with the doors of your heart ripped off their hinges.
I see the thinness,
The way you have become a ghost in your own life,
Translucent and trembling,
Because you've allowed the storms of everyone else to blow right through your center.
I see the times you said yes when your bones were screaming no,
The way you've let your own precious peace be siphoned away to fill the cups of those who refuse to fetch their own water.
You have been told that to be kind is to be a carpet,
That to be spiritual is to have no skin,
And so you have let the world trample the quiet grass of your soul until there is nothing left but dust.
But,
Beautiful soul,
Look at the ghost of you.
Look at the way you are fading at the edges.
You have been treating your own life like a common road that anyone can walk upon,
Forgetting that you are a sanctuary.
You are a temple that requires a gate to keep the sacred in.
You were not born to be an endless resource for others to consume.
You were not born to be a void.
Imagine for a moment that you are a single,
Radiant cell floating in a vast,
Dark sea.
You are soft,
Yes,
But you are held together by a glistening,
Permeable veil.
This veil is your wisdom.
It knows exactly what to let in,
The light,
The oxygen,
The love,
And exactly what to keep out.
It doesn't fight the sea.
It simply knows its own silhouette.
It honors the sacred.
It honors the space it occupies.
You are not mean for having edges.
You are simply honoring the masterpiece.
That ache of resentment in your chest,
The one that feels like a burning,
It is not a sin.
It is your soul's way of telling you that the fence is down.
It is the beginning of your homecoming.
Now,
Let's shift the frequency.
Move your awareness away from the needs of others and into the luminous silhouette of your own physical form.
Feel the air touching your skin,
The exact place where you begin.
Scan your body.
Where does the intrusion feel loudest today?
Is it a tightness in the solar plexus where you've let someone else's anger sit?
A heaviness on the back of the neck where you're carrying a debt that isn't yours?
Don't build a wall of stone.
Build a wall of light.
Imagine a pulse of soft,
Iridescent rose gold,
A thick,
Humming,
Protective frequency beginning to glow from the center of your heart and expanding until it coats the very surface of your skin like a second soul.
This is the frequency of your own sovereign boundary.
Command the frequency to glow.
Watch as this rose gold light seals the leaks.
You are not shutting down.
You are gathering yourself.
The world's noise is still there,
But it no longer enters your blood.
It hits the light and becomes a soft hum,
A distant song that has nothing to do with you.
You are becoming a sacred vessel that only holds what is yours.
You are the sanctuary,
And you are the priestess.
You are the one who decides who is worthy of the inner chamber.
Inhale,
I am.
Feel the integrity of your own skin.
Exhale,
Complete within myself.
Exhale,
Let the rose gold glow hum.
You are the breath,
And you are the veil.
The rose does not apologize for its thorns,
And the sun does not ask if its heat is too much.
Your no is a love letter to your own life.
Your worth is non-negotiable.
It is sovereign.
Carry this sanctuary heart back into the world.
When the static of the world reaches for your own energy,
Remember the rose gold glow on your skin.
Bless them from behind your veil,
But do not let them in.
Remember that your first and most sacred duty is to tend the fire within your own house.
Take a final,
Slow,
Velvet breath,
Feeling the iridescent protection in every pore.
When you are ready,
With a spirit that is contained and a heart that is whole,
Open your eyes.
Thank you,
Sweet friend,
For the gift of your presence and for the grace of your softening.
Thank you for being exactly who you are.
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