How I Stopped Carrying Other People's baggage and Started Fueling My Own Throne
Ase’, family.
This message came through me this morning, a download from my witchy soul that I have to share. It’s for those who are on the path, doing the work, and ready to hear a truth that vibrates on a frequency beyond the mundane.
When I say I am proud of myself, I mean it from a place so deep it echoes into my past lives and hums with the promise of my future ones.
This year, as has often been the case, folks showed up and acted a pure fool in my energy field. But the difference this time? I was different. The tests came. The trials too. But the protagonist in my story had finally remembered her power.
I started by forging boundaries not from anger, but from sacred self-love. I have always spoken up, but this time, I enforced. I quit allowing people to shit on my feelings and then try to feed me their okie doke. I saw the ghosting for what it was—a clearing—and I held the door open for them to leave, whispering a blessing on their way out.
Throughout it all, I never stopped working my craft. My altar remained active, my Spirit Team remained on speed-dial, and I leaned into the ancient wisdom of my ancestors. Their guidance was my compass in the emotional storms.
My loyalty, when I give my heart to something I love, is unmatched. But now, that loyalty is a crown I place upon my own head first.
The true alchemy happened in the aftermath. For the first time, I did not rush to numb the pain or dismiss the discomfort. I sat with it. I acknowledged its presence. But here is the magical key: I only took responsibility for my part. Whatever baggage belonged to the other party, I let it stay right there at their feet. I refused to pick it up. I refused to carry it for them.
Instead, I gathered the energy of that experience—the pain, the betrayal, the lesson—and I placed it in the sacred crucible of my spirit. I transmuted it. I forged it into fuel—fuel for my creativity, for my greatness, for every single one of my endeavors.
This is where they lied to us. They called it "selfish" to prioritize our own peace, to guard our energy, to choose ourselves. They made it feel like a sin.
Let me tell you, from this side of my awakening: It is the most freeing experience on this side of heaven and hell. It is a divine responsibility. To tend to your own spirit is the highest form of worship. I am hooked on this feeling for the rest of this life, and I’m taking this lesson with me into the next.
Those of you who are fully aware, your spirit is nodding. You innerstand.
This is our royal rising.
Ase’. 🖤
Comments ()