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the swamp.

everyone comes to planet earth with shards of shrapnel in their hearts. and everyone that comes around to awaken the wound that’s ready to be healed, is like a metal detector going off, telling you the shrapnel is still in there.

the painful cycles and people and places you keep going to, that keep finding you, they have nothing to do with you. the shrapnel in your heart isn’t you. it’s separate. and it just needs to come out. but you wouldn’t know it until the metal detectors keep going off to alert you to the fact that there’s something foreign, lodged in your system, that doesn’t belong there and isn’t aligned with your goodness and your truth.

so what is it? what is the shrapnel? these are the false beliefs, the illusions and limitations you carry that whisper to you the worst lies about yourself. these people who find you just to hurt you are asking you to stop lying to yourself.

just because the shrapnel is in you doesn’t mean it’s of you. you hear the lies spoken in your own voice, but that’s the assignment: to know that not all the voices inside you are coming from you, the real you, the soul that came here to this confusing and dirty world to cleanse itself of what doesn’t belong and to emerge clean from the swamp.