Standing in My Power With Angel Wings

I learned some powerful lessons as a child.

And most of them were wrong.

Who I was, for example. That was conveyed as a lie.

In fits of rage, my father would open his mouth and release a torrent of words that hit my brother and me like closed fists.

Hitting hard; fists on baby flesh.

I was not those words…

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But I didn’t know the truth then. It took me a long, long time to know the truth.

When the dark, rain-words fell, I let them in. I allowed the fists to plunge deep into my being, my tender body closing around the wounds left behind, until they were a part of me.

My physical being knew those words were not me. Like any object stuck inside flesh, my body fought them, attacked them, worked hard to push them out of the blood and guts and bone and beauty that was me.

One day, it became clear that a cleansing was needed; a life-saving extraction was required to sweep out the darkness from the baby nightmare.

So I began visiting Wise Ones and learned not all who spoke should be heard. I realized I had to become my own caregiver, my best advocate, my closest friend and sometimes that meant saying no, and no, and NO. Even to the Wise One seated before me.

One day, I opened fully to a healer who delivered me to the Universe where, finally, I met my true self, my spirit self, directed by the Divine.

The vision I had was of wings. Angel wings. And the dream allowed me to create and absorb new words, my words. Washing over and through.

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The earth shifted.

And now here I stand, grounded in spirit, fully in my power with angel wings extended, ready for flight.

Don’t ever let anyone stop you from believing in miracles.