What is it the voices say to you? How do they impede your path, and trip at your ankles?
What mistruths do you hear when you’ve tried something new, or have desired to?
How much do you believe them?
In the whispering of these voices, what else can you hear? Like now, the rain on the windowsill. What realities attempt to counterbalance the hatred that sparks up when you move into new areas?
What real truths can you find?
In the work I continue to do to expand my life (and love and prosperity and connection and forgiveness), I have come upon a trove of voices —grizzled witches and scribbled orbs— that sometimes whisper, sometimes holler ideas that I know intellectually are untruths, but which can cut so deeply so as to sound true or at least make me question — which is indeed their purpose.
To encourage me to question my power, my desires, my strengths, and my vision. These voices may have been born of a long-outdated need to stay small so as to stay safe, but have calcified into demons that belabor my efforts, like driving with the e-brake on.
To know of them, to meet them on my path, to look them in their maleficent, fiery eyes, and feel the wrathlike fire of their untruths, is to become able to undo them. “Know thine enemy.”
Uncovering what it is that makes me question and doubt and falter and hide, feels uncomfortable, mournful, desultory. But if I should only stop there, in the quagmire of falsehoods and demons, I cannot be where G-d, Fate, Truth demand I stand.
Despite the poppy field of self-hatred, I am called to find the energy to root out each bulb –perhaps discovering they are rot, perhaps discovering they are the dark side of a necessary coin I am to carry with me. And in this work, I am most especially called to expand my self-love with elemental and primal force.