All battles are first lost or won, in the mind.
(Joan of Arc)
I felt the need to be protected.
My armour shined proudly showing its scars.
Endless batteles, more than I can remember.
Armies of men, mages, witches, dragons, monsters, beasts, all kind of species from this and all ages, from this and all realms, for as far as I can remmber.
Death by fire, by water, by steel, by earth, by spells, by poisons, by all means and ways, as many as I can imagine.
Hurt with suffering by remembering.
Relieved each time I gave away my last breath.
Confused by the amiguity.
The divide made it clear when all this started.
The divide made us separate and judge based on our own beliefs.
Divide that never was and no longer is.
Divide that confuses and creates the illusion that all is separate and we must take sides.
For as long as we want, we shall see two sides, not realising that each and both sides live within us.
There is no purity, all has been mixed and stirred.
We all represent everything that was, is and shall always be.
Taking sides abandons a part of us and leaves the rest of us behind, left aside.
We either ascend whole or not at all.
I realised it was time to leave my armour behind.
Piece by piece it was taken from my skin, where it was embedded and became one with it, a part of it, after so many ages of wearing it.
There is no need of an armour in a fight that does not require to be fought.
No need to be protected from my own self.
I only can hurt myself and only I.
No one can hurt me, unless I let me hurt myself.
No need for an armour for what awaits.
Letting all in, by letting all go.
I had never felt such much pain, until my armour was cast away.
Not ever have I felt so light either.
My armour protected me from my own fear, insecurity, limitations and hesitation.
Without fear and being whole, no need for anything separating me from it all.
I am Love and Love is all around my being.
I am Light and I let my Light shine and cover it all.
Removing my armour to release all mon amour.
Being Love. Being of service. Give it all away.
No need of any protection.
I am one with the whole.
We are all one.
Yo lo Creo/
I believe so and so it is
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