Welcome to this meditation,
The solar forge transmuting fear into fire.
I am Rookwood Moon,
And I am so glad you are dedicating some time for yourself.
Imagine you are sitting on a heavy stone bench inside an old iron workshop.
Or deep in the heart of a sleeping city.
The air is cool,
But you can feel a faint pulsing warmth coming from the center of the room.
Close your eyes Let your shoulders drop Surrender your weight to the ancient stone upon which you sit Smell the dry metallic scent of iron in the faint,
Sweet musk of old wood.
Inhale a deep breath.
Exhale a long heavy breath as if you are releasing the pressure from a steam engine Bring your awareness to your solar plexus the space just above your navel This is your internal furnace.
Imagine a small steady amber light glowing there You are the master of this Forge You are safe.
You are stable,
You are ready to work a metal Reach into your mind and find a specific fear that has been haunting you lately Perhaps it's the fear of failure,
The fear of judgment,
Or some other heavy nameless anxiety Visualize this fear as a rusted piece of scrap metal.
Feel its weight in your hands.
Does it feel heavy?
Cold?
Perhaps paralyzing.
In your mind's eye,
Open the door to that furnace in your solar plexus inside the fire is not red or orange.
But a brilliant roaring gold.
Carefully,
With intention,
Drop that cold,
Jagged fear into the center of these golden flames Watch through the grate as the fire begins to consume the fear.
The black edges start to glow.
The rust begins to melt away.
The paralysis of the fear is being broken down,
Its molecules vibrating faster and faster.
Until they are no longer cold and heavy.
The fear is simply energy that was frozen.
Now it is thawing See the dark scrap transform into liquid gold This is raw power,
It is the very same energy that was keeping you awake at night but it has been purified It is no longer working against you.
It is now working for you.
Feel this warm golden liquid beginning to circulate through your veins Moving from your belly up to your chest and down into your hands.
This is your motivation.
This is your fuel.
The very thing that made you want to hide is now the thing that makes you want to move.
Feel your personal wattage increasing The anxiety has been recycled into a steady,
Unshakable drive You are reclaiming the power you lost to the shadow The forge is bright and you are fueled for the work ahead Now close the door to your internal furnace,
But keep the heat.
The iron workshop begins to fade,
You find yourself back in your physical space but your belly feels warm and your hands feel ready Begin to stir your body with purpose,
Clench and release your fists Feel the reclaimed strength in your grip Take a sharp energized breath of the cool air around you Give your body a powerful stretch as if you are a blacksmith finished with a long day's work Place your palms flat against your solar plexus,
Sealing in the heat carry this intention into your tasks.
I do not run from my fear.
I use it.
My anxiety is fuel for my fire.
I am energized.
I am capable and I am ready Open your eyes and know that you are ready to do what needs to be done
