The Girl

The Girl

6/4/22

The Girl

6/4/22

There’s a lot I don’t know.
But what I know for sure is…

The girl dies.


In every single vision
in every single version
In every single story & myth along your vibrational line,
she “dies.”

It happens many times.
Slaughtered.
Murdered.
Captured.
Drowned.
Starved.
Beaten.
Frozen.
Raped.
Dead.
Lost.
Gone.

For ever.

she dies alone
in the middle of
the woods, and
every single time
it’s an accident. 


the girl dies
because she
was scared
and excited
and scarred
and arrogant
and wounded
and traumatized
and took matters
into her own hands
thinking she knew all 

The girl dies,
time and time again,
OVER and OVER again,
all on her own
all by herself,
all in secret.

The ones she kept hidden.

She heard the warnings.
She saw the dangers.
She made her choice.
She felt the pulling and
went forward anyway,
dancing daily to her secret spot,
feeding the dark energies and
not understanding them in relation
to others and making them strong
without feeding them true Light,
thinking it was brave
because it was real
because it was true
because it exists and
because she did not
understand her Self,
not fully,
not yet. 


The pull 
The lust
The lure
for “freedom”,
the kind a child craves
when the adult in the room
says “No”

What she called love
was incomplete and
overshadowed by her
desire for a love
without sacrifice and
without requiring all.

To be “free”, she felt,
required her escape
from any “oppressive”
ordo at odds with her
expression when and
as she pleases with 0
thoughts of the great
scale’s balancing act
remaining in her mind.

If only. 


control
power
scheming
dominion
building sand castles of her sea-men in
the Dark, her secretive little royal world
a fantastical sandbox in the mind, a faux
crown where no authority, and NO MAN, 

touches her without her say
teaches her without her say
tells her what to do
where to go
who to be
how to love
where to fuck
when to fuck
how to fuck
or who.

All in a childish
rage she screams
like a fireball, “I AM
FREE TO DO WHAT
I WANT TO DO AND
YOU CAN’T MAKE ME!”

Now
THAT,
jack,is TRUE.

We will
always
do whatever
is deepest
and truest
in our hearts.

Always.

You are indeed.

She heard the warnings
and she laughed.
She felt the callings
and she assessed herself
for herself, by herself; as
staring at her own image
she went forward…. for a
final time.

“I need no one” she says. 

I know.

“I’ve got this,” she says.

I know.

“Stop telling me what to do.”

Who’s telling who?

“I’m the scariest thing in the woods.”

Yes; you are.

As above, so below…
..and I am well aware
that I cannot stop it.

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