BullsEye
Bullpen precision…
Ignoring our trauma, brands our backs with weakness. And this soft spot can only be seen…by those who target the type of disadvantage it puts us at. The energies drawn to our dysfunction, belong to souls that benefit from its presence. They’re unable to heal their own trauma. So they attach themselves to energies that can…but lack the discipline to follow through. They know our ability to heal, is the gift God gives those…who have callings over their lives. Succubus souls don’t get these calls…so they dress their red flags up as everything that’ll appeal to your lower self. With the hopes that you’ll lock in and waste time distracting yourself…tryna hit. If they’re successful…they win. Because their only goal was to hide their horns long enough, to lead you away from healing…and into your own personal hell.
Ego is the fuel used…to gaslight us into believing that poison is purity. Which is why those sent in to direct us towards our downfall…all disguise themselves as whatever our pride desires. Because the longer our focus is fixated on filling voids…the longer it takes to figure out the reason for why it’s there. And if we fail to find our why…we’ll forever be attracted to our why nots. This is what keeps the cycle of toxicity spinning in our psyche’s. It convinces us that the improbability of change…is our fate. So we give in to whatever temptation will give us the kind of instant gratification…that chains us to our trauma loop. The healing this prevents us from doing, is the key to unlocking those same chains…off those coming behind us. But if we’re too busy numbing our pain with seductive sedatives…we miss our mark…by becoming one. The younger generations pick up on that goofiness…and are left no other choice but to avoid any guidance given.
I wish I could say I don’t belong to the group of goof troops…who put off healing…in order to have my way with habits…that led to feelings of helplessness. But…I’m that girl. I’d honestly still be out here ruining lives, if God hadn’t intervened. Because the faux freedom that comes from pretending I don’t have the ability to rewrite the wrongs, passed down to me through generational curses…feels better. Healing hurts. And I wanted to do whatever would take my mind off all the pain I was already in. Unfortunately, taking that route…sets us up to have the type of awareness…that allows us to see the pain in those we could be helping through our own healing…but aren’t. If you truly have the soul of a helpmate…ignoring that type of hurt is an impossibility. So you either step up to play your position. Or you fall further and further into the abyss…with the same soul sent in to sacrifice yours.
Love,
Choosy
