Hello,
And welcome to the Haunted Tea Room.
I'm Katerina Scott.
Let's go ahead and get comfortable,
Whether you're laying down or sitting with your tea or hiding under a cozy blanket.
This is your moment to breathe,
Slow down and settle in.
Together,
We're going to step through the door into your mind and enter the Haunted Tea Room together.
Take a deep breath in for me,
Not a polite one either,
Like a real breath,
A breath that reminds you that your ribs are a cage and they expand and hold sacred things.
Exhale through your nose,
Letting all of the ghosts out.
This meditation is for the moments when someone mistakes your compassion for compliance,
When they weaponize your softness and call it weakness.
This is your reminder that softness is sacred,
And it's not theirs to take.
Now close your eyes,
Feel the heat under your skin,
The rage that trembles when someone demands your empathy like it's owned.
This is not bad energy.
This is power disguised as pain.
Now picture your rage as a fire,
Not wild or reckless,
But steady,
Alive and purposeful.
Each breath is the sound of fire crackling,
Each exhale is a spark saying I remember who I am.
Now imagine those who drain your light,
Not as enemies,
But as mirrors showing you where you've outgrown your silence.
Softly say,
I release the illusion that my softness is yours to exploit.
My compassion is a gift,
Not a guarantee.
I can be kind and still say no.
Rage,
My beautiful friend,
Is alchemy.
It's grief set on fire.
It's love that refuses to die quietly.
So breathe in,
Breathe into the flame.
Let anger melt away into clarity,
And let clarity harden into resolve and acceptance.
Feel the warmth spread through your chest,
Down your arms and into your hands and fingers.
Hands that can hold a cup of tea and a torch at the same time.
Softness and power.
You are not cruel for withdrawing access.
You are not cold for choosing peace.
And you are not unkind for protecting your capacity for kindness.
You are the storm and the stillness after it,
And you are the fire beneath the teacup.
Steady,
Sacred,
And unextinguishable.
Inhale your power.
Exhale your permission.
And whisper,
My rage is not my enemy.
It's my reminder that I was never meant to be consumed.
My rage is my compass,
And my softness is my power.
Thank you so much for joining us here in the Haunted Tea Room,
And if this moment has brought you any comfort or calm,
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Truly sharing this little spell with somebody who might need it helps you and me more than you ever know.
And until next time,
Stay steeped in love and gratitude.
