“In life, there are certain people who thrive on attacking others. When confronted with the truth, they lash out in denial instead of embracing it.” → This could be a perfect opener for a future essay on truth-telling as a sacred act of disruption.
“And so I sever the limbs of the zombies and bury them in the ground...” → A visceral metaphor for setting boundaries and cutting energetic cords.
“Next time I won’t be so quick to fall for their tricks. I’ll have an axe at the ready.” → That's the shift from wounded to wise—learning from the cycle, not just surviving it.
This journal entry is a theological and mythic meditation on liberation. It frames trauma and fear as the chaotic sea, and healing as the crossing back onto land—into embodiment, sovereignty, and wholeness. Drawing from Hebrew scripture and apocalyptic imagery, it reframes redemption (ge'ullah) not only as freedom from bondage, but as a reclamation of self from distortion, fear, and the abyss. The kraken is symbolic of inner fragmentation, of lies fed by fear. The land is self—earth, groundedness, and truth. This is the crossing. The integration. The return. “Fear is the key. Once fear is mastered, the kraken and the sea hold no power over us.” You were never meant to drown. You were meant to rise.
"Paradise... is that place where we begin to communicate with ourselves."
"It is a marriage between spirit and flesh that is unending."
"In order to reach spring, we must first go through winter."
"Today you will be with me in Paradise."
