The Wild Inheritance

of the cycle breaker

Walking the path 
Illuminated by the light 
Of my soul.

I have inherited the 
privilege and perspective,
to process the long line of pain, 
remembered by each cell of my being. 
Each gene coded with the trauma of my ancestors, 
calls me to re-member.

I have been gifted the time and space, 
to explore the dark caverns.
I have been blessed with the information,
to understand the maps written long ago.

I have navigated through many perils,
I will arrive at the destination of destiny. 

I will heal the wounds that Chiron couldn't mend,
I will be the healer who heals.
The one who grows and flourishes 
from the seeds of pain,
planted in my earthly body. 

I have the ability to turn pain into art. 
I see and feel the full spectrum of light, 
contained within the dark.

I speak the language of being human 
the native tongue of emotions, 
allowing others to be seen, heard and felt;
through the stories that I tell.

Through tracking down thought loops,
smoking out the dens of despair,
trapping all the beastly beliefs,
rewriting and rewiring the programs of pain.
sitting with the shadows,
whilst always calling in the light. 

I have the bandwidth,
to endure many dark nights. 
I receive my inheritance of abundance,
breaking chains of the scarcity codes. 

I am the huntress of trauma, 
I have learned to tame all the lies and break the bonds. 

I have snared authentic safety and security, 
I possess the power to allow all my feelings,
to be just as they are without persecution, 
blame or shame.

I have learned to balance the sun and the moon.
I embody temperance. 

I have cleared and cleansed my energy body 
Of the collective frequency of fear,
hit unsubscribe on their channels of control. 

I have raised my vibration with the potency,
of my own life force, 
with the intention to,
fully breathe my aliveness, 
moment by moment. 

I have allowed sound to flood my field,
and bathe me in my soul's song.

I have sat with the river spirit, 
released generations of heartache,
core wounds of unworthiness, 
watching them weaving into the crossover patterns,
of light and dark,
drifting downstream.

I have forged forgiveness of self and other, 
in the hardened lava rock formed, 
from the eruptions of my rage. 
Allowing my anger to become assertive action,
my flame to burns for justice. 

I am clever to the cunning invitations to:
avoid, numb, suppress, distract or deny. 
I have unset those traps. 

I Revere the space of creation within my womb,
I have birthed children of the crystal consciousness, 
the ones who have come,
for the healing of us all.
For the healing of the great mother.
For the true potential of humanity's light,
to shine all of its brilliance. 

I have allowed myself to pass,
through the portals of pain,
facing the intensity of sensation,
as it coursed through my body,
opening me to the,
reverence and remembrance, 
of unconditional love. 

My children have been my guideposts,
for the long gloomy journey.
They are the beacons of brightness,
as I re-emerge from exile.
They are the lights of my life, 
That hold the mirror, 
for seeing,
the divine truth. 

Motherhood awakened me,
to my inner child's starvation. 
Mothering has taught me,
how to feed and nourish,
the emptiness of my mother hunger. 

I am ready now,
to receive,
the wild inheritance,
of the cycle breaker.