Inside I rage …
I rage at the injustice of it all.
I rage at the inconsistencies in actions and behaviors.
I rage at the lies being formulated and told.
I rage at how the wildfire of lies sets itself ablaze and spreads across a canvas of witnesses.
I rage at the audacity of my accusers to think that I don’t know what they are doing and that I won’t stand up to their abuses against me.
I rage at the fact that these insecure, hateful projectors won’t deal with their issues but instead will attempt to project their own issues onto me.
Inside I rage, and that rage grows and infuriates me.
As I slowly, but surely, reach my limit, with a group of people who practice living at the lowest vibrational level possible, I feel myself become emboldened enough to speak.
I realize I am infuriated that some people would have the audacity to target me because of their own inadequacies, not realizing that I am dealing with enough of my own.
I am infuriated because there is no protection for a target in a den seemingly made for the wicked who choose their targets on the basis of what they perceive as goodness beyond them.
Instead of rectifying solutions to their own lack, they compare themselves to me without realizing what it has taken me to get to where I am in my life.
Inside I rage at the futility of it all and my overall willingness to put up with it.
Inside I rage, but I want to call these merciless haters out. I want to blast them with my words that almost feel like venom.
These types of people are a horrible brood of vipers ready to strike me, or anyone else they consider outside of their group, with their fangs, while faking empathy, which they don’t believe I can see.
In their ignorance, these brood of vipers cannot see how they resemble deadly sons and daughters of serpents – truly wicked to the core. They are literally agents of all things dark as they seek to devour targets with their unrighteous negativity.
The desire to call them out on their messiness infills me. I see them for who they truly are, and yet that walk around with their heads stuck in the air as if I don’t smell nor see their wicked plans for me and others who won’t succumb to their bullying control.
Inside I rage, and like a lion who possesses great skill, strength and patience in the face of adversity or threat, I choose not to react impulsively when confronted with the impenetrable hatred I feel coming from these enemies who pretend to be my “friends”. I know who they are.
I realize that my keen sense of observation and the ability to strategize and wait for the right moment to act are strengths. Also on my side are the ability to stay composed and calculated under the immense pressure of their wicked schemes against me. Often, I channel these abilities to enable me to simmer the rage I feel when I know my enemies have only ill intentions against me.
Even still, though, I choose to discipline myself against these external challenges, but when the rage has infilled me to react, I then take the opportune moment to let my enemies directly, but silently, know that I’m a warrior. I just choose to maintain my cool. I choose to stay calm under the pressure of it all while selecting my battles wisely.
I refuse to allow myself to be provoked into unnecessary or impulsive actions even though I know, within my core, that reacting wildly is what my enemies want from me. I sense that they sniff around me to smell my fears so that they can unravel me as a kitten unravels yarn. I sense they want to snatch gleeful moments away from me so that I no longer have reason to smile.
In those moments that I feel myself raging on the inside, I recognize that I am not only learning patience in situations of conflict or difficulty against my enemies, but I am also learning to carefully assess my options to act with precision rather than haste when confronted with their taste for my blood. In learning patience and learning to assess my options to act with precision, I can confront any of their challenges against me with clarity, confidence, and power.
Yet, inside I still rage at their audacity through it all.
My Voice Unchained 