The Cycle: Breaking ⚜️

When I started waking up to the truth of the world, my mother’s clad warnings lay in the back of my mind

“Baby, be careful. The world is a lot darker than you previously believed and once you begin, you can never turn back.”

I told her “I’ve got this. I know what I’m doing.” But what I didn’t know, is so many had tried.

My lineage had fought in the realms for many years, more years than my life had been breathing in air.

I come from a family of siblings of five, all of us stemming from differentiated fathers.

Not one line, not two lines or three or four - five different fathers and five different lines.

All of the lines had been fighting in realms to accomplish the mission our ancestors started.

Never before had any of us succeeded, never before had anyone became unbroken.

Our lines needed healing and each one that had tried inevitably needed more healing than from when they began.

“Baby, be careful. The world is much darker.” They were words that kept me cautious and forever on guard.

The exhaustion - relentless. The depression - expansive. But the determination was always and ever present regardless.

No matter the cost, I will get us through. Till I spiraled and splattered my mind on the wall.

My heart became numb and my spirit was fiery. Far too many chains were imbedded in my aura.

My essence was fragmented and the light that I saw was at the end of the tunnel that I had pushed through before.

So back home we went, not by choice but by force. This system was designed to keep us all stagnant.

At home their was safety - provided with submission - but safety wasn’t safety with knives at your throat.

Their lens was fixated on every move that I made - intended, possible and even the dreams.

Their presence was staunch and endlessly guarding the light that was trapped in their prisonous keep.

So I waited and promised that I would stay put - whatever it took to be free from their hooks.

The fighting was worthless for their power was endless so healing became the greatest of options.

If we can’t move forward then here we will stay - we’ll heal all the trauma that we hold in our palms.

So there we became stationed to heal all our lines while keeping an eye on the end destination.

“Baby, be careful.” Yes Ma, I am. I promise, I’ve got us, we will all get through.

The healing was grand and emotional and liberating. We unlocked the light that the guards had been hiding.

We learnt how to hide it and how to add veils to cloud out the light that we found in the dark.

Slowly but surely, we found all the chains and started dismantling each of the links.

Slowly but surely, we unchained all our lines but the more that we freed the more than we saw.

Our lines had 5 that homed in ten thousand, but we couldn’t leave all those that remained chained.

As we became freed, we moved and we saw that millions of lines had been thwarted and bounded.

The loss in their eyes, the blank in their minds - we were staring in to mirrors of before chains were broken.

The light at the end of tunnel shone bright but the pain that we felt kept us grounded and fighting.

Hush hush, it’s okay, we are here to help! We’ll show you how we did it and stay here to help.

“Baby, be careful,” was tattooed in my mind, so shifting invisibly became the ultimate paramount.

If we’re seen or we’re heard then we threaten the whole, we must ensure their survival and work from the void.

Show them and guide them, teach them our ways, it must be perfected so ignorance is famed.

Keep it tight knit and ensure that you’re home whenever they do the rounds and come check our realms.

Keep moving forward and keep on the low, one day we’ll salvate and help free us all.

Remember stay low, stay guarded, stay free. “Baby, be careful,” remind all the free.