Precious gems, gold and silver line the inner reaches of the psyche. Digging deeper into the darkness searching for treasure to pay off the gods and demons, a strike is had and it’s payday. Tears scale cheek as jewels are extracted from the crevasses of karmic wounding. Painful cries resound as fear is seen and reckoned. To what end does this process continue?
Karmic wounds, present as fear, rise to the surface where the light of day shines like a beacon calling forth the demons to be recognized and embraced. Yes, embraced. Like all living things demons want to belong somewhere, want to be welcomed and will fight to the death to be so. Judgment of fear grows it strong and fierce, while tolerance brings it meek and mild. Fear reacts powerfully to fear and like all things, openly to acceptance.
Treasure cached in the psyche as fear is mined until it is dispelled and replaced with loving tolerance and trust. The light of day shines into the deep cracks erasing the effects of wounding in spite of the wound remaining. That one sliver of gold must remain to keep the psyche in check, to force it to remain humbly human.
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