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There is an old parable about two wolves. One carries fear, resentment, dependence, the hunger for revenge, and the hope that justice will arrive on its own. The other holds clarity, strength, responsibility, inner authority, and the right to choose. The one that wins is always the one you feed.

Imbolc. Candlemas. Gromnitsa — a point of turning

When I look at the field of so-called “light beings,” aka people who name themselves as Warriors of Light, I don’t see elevated spirituality. I see an open system without protection, without a center, and without the right to itself. I see a massive deeper wound and avoidance of looking there. Such a field doesn’t radiate, it leaks outward, and reality always enters where it can take without resistance. This has nothing to do with punishment, bad people, or karma. It has to do with how a field is structured.

Today I read the news about Buddhist monks walking for peace. One of them, a calm, disciplined, deeply devoted leader, reached his physical limits. His body slowed him down. He moved to the back of the group. He needed medical care, IV fluids, antibiotics, rest, monitoring, support. Not because he is weak. Not because he lacks discipline and because his intention isn’t pure... None of those stories. The reason is that even the most dedicated, peaceful, conscious beings have limits...  And the message in that was simple and honest: sometimes peace is not about pushing harder, it may be about slowing down, listening, and choosing care.

Yes! THIS IS the most uncomfortable question I keep asking myself and others is this: do you actually want to go up? or do you just want it to stop being so scared? Because those are two completely different vectors of movement. One is a path, the other is anesthesia. One path leads to transformation. The other is toward adaptation to pain.