Dissolving the ego

This came through me during a season of release.
A shedding of identities I once believed were me.
I share it unedited — as it arrived.

Over these past years, I have been asked to dissolve many parts of myself. My ego has been gripping so tightly to these habits that I thought were me.

The drinker, the partier, the smoker, my ego clung to them, trying to tell her that they were me. The body stuck in these habitual patterns. Seeking and screaming desperately for her to pay attention.

The lessons would come through and I could not see. My clarity was distorted by thoughts of this – just being me. Though now I see as I have begin to release these aspects of me. I was cut open and bleeding, soaking my wounds in poison and smoke. Continuously asking WHY CAN’T I BE FREE?

The mentalities were influenced, and then they were praised, then they were left alone to pray. To pray to my highest version of me. How do I set her free?

Down came the masculine, set into my crown, to show me the discipline that would be profound. Yet, my ego, she clung, and she clung, until her wounds bled through everything that was used.

Now I see her toxic reality, the feminine was awakened to nurture these parts of me. Though there is still segments of my unconscious mind that are still trying to stay locked away. Stuck in the cycles, stuck in the unknown.

My inner warrior stepped in to help me ascend. To find liberation and freedom from the rage. Releasing the old toxic ways.