Kali Rising - A Journal entry

Photo: Kali Oracle deck

The last 48 hours felt like someone struck a match inside me.

One spark hit an old wound and suddenly everything was on fire - my patterns, the memories, the silent agreements I have still been living inside of without realizing.

“Welcome back to hell” whispered the darkness.
(plot twist; I f***ing love the shadows so I grinned through the rage)

I let it all rip through me: the tears, the shaking, the heat, the grief. All of the things I have swallowed now finding surface. I was in a full body purge of the dynamics I grew up in, the roles I accepted along the way, how I learned to shrink, please, or disappear. The kind of release that empties you and crowns you at the same time.

The ones who were supposed to love me: the manipulation, the emotional starvation, their unhealed wounds forced onto me until they felt like my own. I felt how deep all of it has sculpted my adulthood, how long I have been living as an extension of other people’s brokenness. All of it, still shaping the architecture of my life without my consent.

In the middle of that connection, the voice within screamed: Enough.

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I went to the forest - the place where versions of me die and new ones are born. Something in the air felt different.
Dense. Electric.

My palm pressed against the bark of the cedar; the boundary between us dissolved.

I slipped out of my identity and into something primal - ancient and untamed.

The vibration of a low growl rising - Simhasana Pranayama.

The essence of Kali came for me with teeth and truth - the raw feminine wrath that clears, destroys, and resurrects. She wasn’t there to tear me apart; she was there to show me what I am capable of holding - ripping out what is false, filling the vessel with truth, and leaving me trembling in my own power.

The remembering of the part of me that is wild, holy, and utterly uninterested in being small.
A reunion with Kali. A portal back to myself - from girlhood wounds to womanhood fire.

A journal entry from the forest floor, mid-metamorphosis - and for now, the fire that smolders beneath my ribs pulses.
Om Kring Kalikaye Namah ❤️‍🔥