06/04/2024
The Transformative Dream
So there I was locked in a state of inertia yesterday, crying inconsolably whilst comforted by the dark fog of the spiritual shadow. The chatter piercing my psyche as I gasped between each molecule of pain that engulfed me. I allowed each tear to be a symbol of release, stepping from submission to acceptance.
The intolerable shrieks of disillusionment holding me captive in my own body, clawing and shredding at the idea that I could be more than I am…..the underworld circling and mocking my feeble stance.
“I can’t do this anymore”, I howled like a morbid beast. Desperation clinging to my neck like a parasite.
“I don’t want to be here, I can’t, I can’t see” …the pain devastating my aspirations right before me.
Down to a mere sob; depleted, exhausted, I just stare into the abyss as my soul dwindles further into the murkiness-a place of familiarity and shame.
Gasping for air, my lungs shuddered with fear as I stand to face the terrors circling my fate. Brash and bold, they gape, haunting my light as they undertake their duties of destruction.
Now silent, a vessel of nothingness as I become one with my shadow….not a glimmer of light to be seen, my life sprawled out throughout the realms of despair.
The decay of what ‘once was’, now back to play, to collect its reward of eternal punishment.
“I cannot stay here, I cannot play here, I will not stay here, I will not play here”, my words attracting demonic entities ever closer than before as I muster the power to stand tall.
My light returning, commanding and deliberate. I smile, striking and obvious to those depleting me of my essence. “I am source, I am worthy, I am powerful” I repeat until my hapless and unruly audience bellows with repulsion. Aversion warping the air in attempt to keep me here, in a world I do not belong.
Harrowing energy leeching on to my luminosity as I break into deliverance. The silhouette of iniquity disintegrating as I thrust myself back towards the light with conviction and with a power unknown to me beforehand. “I am the light, I am wholesome and deserving” I shout as I dance and slay trepidation with a mighty blow.
I am free!
I am Krystle House: The light, the dark and the in-between!
