The warrior that is needed now is the one with the open and surrendered heart, the one willing to travel inward and meet the dragons that have gained strength in the dark and lurk in the shadows.
This awakened warrior makes the time to know his shadows and is only seduced by Truth. Humbled by his wounds, he learns to listen to them, to allow them to soften him, to love them fiercely into surrender. Until the resistance, the painful fragments and abandoned places that were inherited and inflicted are recollected and bathed into the innocence of his heart.
Lay down your armor and soften your masculine edges, melt into yourSelf. No false strength needed here, no jagged edges, no delusions of power or control. No more contracting guidelines that keep us separate in the house of expectation.
Your greatest weapon is not the one of intellect nor steel but the purity of your courageous heart. The tender heart that cradles your divine intuition and that knows that resolve, truth and resolution are the traits of Kings.
Too many before you have withered in doubt, waiting, fighting, grasping, longing, seeking to touch and be kissed by that place inside them that knows them by no name or status only as humanly divine. Their tired and exhausted bones finally met in refuge by the arms of Death and dissolving into Her skirts.
Their memory is still there, embedded in the blood galloping through your body, guiding your every step…
Feel their strength and hear their guiding whispers in the deafening silence beckoning you into love, patience, compassion for all those times you have tried so hard.
Feel their agony as you awaken and let that feed your true desire for power, your true strength and yearning for a new way of BEing, a devoted life…
Feel the fury that is rising with the possibilities of finally honoring your holy and masculine heart and finally restoring its birthright into the family of things.
I hold you, I see you, I love you. Stop holding up the walls for others and being a witness to your life, let the rhythm move your body and join me on this dance into the Great Labor of Love.
- Anabel Vizcarra