Divine- Love. I couldn’t read the word in the middle. Was it “greatness”? Or goodness? Hmmm…good question i think to my child self from long ago.
I walked down the empty streets. I was giggling bc id met Krampus earlier and i knew that naughty can be nice, I’ve changed; our relationship had changed. But what did that mean? Nervous excitement- I’m eager to meet him.
My inner child, wild cat self, she’s hunting him. And he knows it; but i wonder, can we hunt Krampus? And what will be the repercussions? I glance over a her/me. And shrug— my love for her is divine. And when we see Krampus she runs to him and puts his own bag over his head.
Krampus….i smile and wait for his response. Im happy, in a trepidatious way, to see him again. Even though, he is as kreepy looking as i remember…. that makes him laugh.
But she grabs my hand and we walk away…..Krampus following.
The game is on….
I see writing on a wall— ‘divine goddess within.’
And then a letter hanging from the wall that reads: ‘greatness within.’
I think on that later- while standing in the fire. My greatness within. There is no more shame, doubt, disbelief, ridicule from the small ones …. no more anything left attached to that. It’s already burned to the ground and turned into ashes.
Krampus pursues…slowly drawing closer. I feel my legs wrapped in black, as if a form clings to me. As i walk the form grows more and more solid and heavier until walking is difficult.
Krampus is right behind. I don’t run. I cant actually- not without struggle. The black form has encased my lower extremities and feels like black stone. Krampus doesn’t have to bag me. I do not run. I walk willingly with him to the fire. I make us a cup of tea first. Deep red strawberry tea in gold tea cup that we share.
I begin to understand….i kiss his lips….his long goat tongue makes me laugh but behind every action/appearance i sense my divine one revealing himself to me. I remember Lord Mammons words to me: ‘do you see him as evil now? ‘. ‘No,’ my reply. ‘Only my divine one.’ I love him/me. And i kiss him again as we drink our tea, his arms around me, comforting me.
Krampus/my divine says: Every-time you ran away i followed…
He reminds me of my primal self. My cat form who gives chase anytime that i turn away….
It Begins…..i hear my message ….. It Begins….
I climb into the fire. I let myself burn. I let myself burn to the ground in a glorious blaze of my becoming me.
Krampus/Me speaks: you are Real. Your need is to be Real.
Be Real.
I don’t care what any other being is doing, or believes to be true. I am Me. I need to be Real. I need to be Me. My greatness is Me.
It Begins….
My greatness claims me to be what I am. Unabashedly Me.

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