Words That Break

I’ve always written of the power of spoken word. Our manifest reality uttered in the vibration of our voice. Our own little spindle of fate & flesh. My Gemini body, the Queen of Words, loves to ponder this mystical power.

Words that bind, words that cut, words that love, words that war, words of art and devotion and justice. The mercurial alchemy of transformation.

Our words can be the healing balm of water, or the fiery transformation of fire. Our words can ground and hold steady as earth or they can carry information in the winds of change. From this space, I can decide what reality I invoke with the power of my throat.

This frequency and vibration is precious, yet, we have not been taught to refine this gift.

Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words may never hurt me.

And there it is. How many children learn this little adage as a foundation to interpreting the words that we hear? Is this not the greatest lie imposed upon children? Is it not time we teach the impact of words?

Hell, I’ve heard myself utter this phrase to my children. And I’ve also felt the immediate singe of misalignment in this teaching.

Words hurt, they hurt. They do. They hurt spirit, they hurt mind, they emit frequency and they shift the entangled energies that surround us. Words can literally shift and alchemize at the energetic level of auric interaction.

Our physical matter is makeup of light waves, frequency, atoms, ENERGY. I think there’s some other things in there. But mostly, vibrations and frequencies. The entire world and reality we experience is made of energy. I’m no quantum physicist but I am an energetic enthusiast. And I guess my entire point, is to circulate around the power of voice in alignment with our deeds and our natural life force. That literally we each hold the power of manifestation and change and alchemy in the words that we utter. We cast spells of reality in the impact of our voice.

Our voice literally weaves reality.

And what might I begin to say and share and sing if my words could tell the story of my heart? If my words were an act of love in every breath? And what if I became discerning about whether or not my words reflected the image of my truest intention?

Sticks and stones may break my bones, and words can change my life.