10/11/2025
THE PARTS OF YOU THAT WERE NEVER HEALED BECAUSE THEY BECAME YOUR STORY.
The spaces within that no detox ever touched, because they weren’t just organs.
They were temples. They were memory.
They were where your spirit learned to hide.
They told you to cleanse your body but never how to cleanse your past.
They gave you supplements, smoothies, rituals
but not silence. Not remembrance.
Because some pain isn’t waste.
It’s identity.
And some wounds aren’t meant to be flushed they’re meant to be felt.
You didn’t heal your Heart
because it was safer to shut it down.
The heart remembers what the mind can’t.
It carries the imprints of every goodbye,
every moment you stayed silent to keep the peace.
You called it resilience.
But your soul called it self-abandonment.
Now, when you breathe into your chest,
it trembles not from weakness but from remembering its power to feel.
You didn’t free your Voice
because truth once cost you belonging.
Your throat learned to tighten to keep the peace, your breath learned to hold back its roar.
But your voice is not gone, it’s waiting.
It hums quietly in your chest, asking if you’re ready to speak like thunder again.
You didn’t cleanse your womb, because your creative fire was tamed too soon.
The womb is the original altar a cauldron where magic becomes matter.
Every time you dimmed your light, she stored the ashes.
She doesn’t need punishment or shame, she needs softness.
She needs your touch.
She needs your truth.
You didn’t release your Beliefs
because they made you feel safe.
Inherited stories built the cage but you built the key.
Every time you choose presence over fear, the illusion unravels.
The parts of you you thought were broken were never broken at all.
They were guardians. Protectors of your sacred becoming.
You are not here to erase them.
You are here to remember them home.
Ritual of Rising Light
Find a quiet space
light a candle and let the flame breathe with you.
Close your eyes, bring your hands to your heart
and feel the pulse of your own magic.
Picture a thread of light rising from your chest
a warm glow that gathers strength as you inhale.
See it curling around you, soft spirals of colour
clearing the heavy dust the world left behind.
When you are ready
whisper gently
“I rise through all that once held me down.”
This is your rebirth.
✨ Phoenix Rising ✨
