Harnessing Anger: Transforming Rage into Empowerment
🪶 Holy Rage: Heaven's Full of Angry Mothers
Truthbomb: "If rage kept you out of heaven, not a single mother would make it past the gate."
Let's get honest, featherbrain—your rage isn't a glitch, it's a holy instinct. Rage is the mama bear roaring because the cub’s threatened. Rage is your body screaming because it’s tired of biting its tongue. Rage is your soul hollering, "I can't pretend this is fine!" And guess what? You're right.
Rage isn’t ugly; it's sacred clarity dressed in flames. But there's a catch:
Feel it, scream it, but don't build your nest in it.
A nest built in rage burns down the whole tree—roots, branches, leaves, and all. You deserve better than ashes, honey-crow.
Holy Roast:
You didn't come here to stuff down rage until it ferments into bitterness, causing dis-ease and spiritual indigestion. Rage stuffed inside is like holding your Instapot lid down: crowheart, you're gonna blow. Don't pretend you're calm when your blood is lava.
Rage isn't the problem. Pretending you don’t have it is. Stop treating your anger like dirty underwear shoved under the bed. Laundry day has come, baby.
Ritual: The Pressure Release Spell
What You’ll Need:
Your body (no shopping required)
A safe place to stomp your feet
What to Do:
Stand Tall: Bare feet on the ground. Feel the earth holding you.
Rage Stomp: Start stomping your feet, slowly, deliberately, then faster, harder. Let the vibrations rattle your bones. Feel your rage shaking free.
Roar: Vocalize from your gut, deep and primal. Let the sound erupt. No whispers—this is holy noise.
Stop Suddenly: Freeze. Feel the blood and energy coursing through your limbs. Stand still until your breathing calms.
Close with Love: Place your hand over your heart, whisper:
"I honor my rage. It clears my path.
I release the storm, but I keep the lightning."
Crow Truth:
Your rage isn’t asking you to live there—it’s just asking you to acknowledge it. Feel it. Then let the storm pass, because storms were never meant to stay.
Blessing for Holy Rage:
May your rage clear your vision, not cloud it.
May it wake you up, not bury you alive.
May it burn just hot enough to set you free.
Loui Crow — LouiCrow.com
