Tag: honor

Message for the Masses – Week of June 20, 2016

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This week the archetype of the Victim visits our hollows. With arms outstretched en route to the light, our victim serves us with honor in the face of a dragon. Hurt runs and feeds this lonely one heartache laced judgement, giving no room for the heartless to don their lost hearts.

We must allow our hearts to fall. We must know that falling prey to the perpetrator only happens if we don’t honor our victim.  Our victim begs for love, overshadowed by whiles of wonder. Alarms ring broken, hoping for the day acclaim is received, through love, through healing, through going with the flow.

Our charge this week is to transmute the victim into the Hero. Despite looks away, and wishful leaps for glory, we must face this dark music, receive slides of our ugly. She is vulnerable, and soft, and open to receive the love of forty horses trampling through unaware. He is the eternal optimist who takes leaps fit for fools.

The trickster continues to run amok, running shows with veils so thin the truth is tainted with translucent sheen. The victim holds strong, ready to fall if you call. For she is the Hero inside out, and one does not live without the other. The wisdom of this is the magic we seek. Avail this heartfelt love only mothers can fork.

When was the last time you honored your victim?

When was the last time you assured him it will all be ok?

When was the last time you allowed her the triumph to stand tall, and say no to the one who would feed from demise?

As much as we wish to deny the existence, we are never without this stalwart ally. She is the call to pick ourselves up and ride toward the Sun once again.

May we honor our weaknesses to shine light on our strengths.

❤️

** Card Image from Archetype Cards by Caroline Myss (Victim Card)

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