There's a time in this awakening to open the chest and step without even a hint of defense toward the dark, a time when even the slightest movement to rid or to vanquish will be the very energy used against you. There's another time, however, when you'll be called to bare your fangs and claws and wield a discerning saber with ferocity, without hesitation. Summon your dignity from the center of the earth and set loose howling spirit winds to every last corner. Clear the table. When the psychic parasites try to hang on with claims that you'll be lost without them, command them without pause to the central sun to be dissolved. Return them to essence, to be born anew in kinder form. Learn the value of guardians who protect the inner sanctum from any compromise. Stand sure at the center of your mandala. Claim your throne. Declare this sacred space for the benefit of all beings in the confidence that you are a lion, whose claws are sharpened by the clarity that only love may enter here, whose fangs are forged in the annihilating fire of infinite light. Your worthiness to liberate your body and being, your place of earth and sky, comes not from any special favor or privilege. This worth, this birthright, is given freely and without end from the deepest source to every particle of creation, and all of life celebrates with you each moment you recognize your luminous self and your truest choice to live as love. ~~Luke Anderson |
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