💀 DEATH Never Meant To Hurt Me💀

💀 DEATH Never Meant to Hurt Me 💀

(These are the true stories of the past, present, and future. Everything that exists is a symbol of the subconscious. Names were changed)

A random YouTube video popped up: "THE TWILIGHT ZONE: The Most Beautiful Twist in All of Horror" by PolterGibbst. These are the messages I saw.

From the episode: It begins with a woman in an old, broken-down home. She refuses to let anyone in. She won’t leave. She fortifies the house, ensuring no one can reach her. A man arrives, knocking at her door. She recognizes him. She believes he is Death.

My life: Death—that’s Ezra. I say this because one of his symbols is the Death card. Every time I pull tarot in regard to him, the card appears. I see symbols tied to him everywhere. He is also depicted as home and family. I never understood why, but that’s what I saw.

From the episode: He keeps asking for help.

My life: Ezra rarely asked me for help, except sexually. But I always wanted to help him, to be something good for him. Yet, this past year, I wouldn’t let him in. I knew what would follow. He’d pull me close, then disappear again. I loved him. I couldn’t let those emotions flood me again. I couldn’t endure the pain of watching him leave.

From the episode: The woman finally lets him in and realizes she hasn’t died. She helps him, cares for him.

My life: I thought—maybe, just maybe—it would be different this time.

From the episode: A construction worker arrives, telling her she must leave the house. She realizes the worker can’t see the man. He is Death. She feels tricked—like he lied—but he tells her, I haven’t tried to hurt you.

My life: The realization I already knew—when he disappeared again, he wasn’t trying to hurt me.  But also I must leave the home. The ancestral subconscious patterns that keep me bound to the reality I'm in. 

From the episode: She’s terrified. She doesn’t want to die. But what she feared so much is not scary at all. She turns, looks at the bed, and sees her own body lying there. Then, she takes Death’s hand and steps through the door—onto the next journey—leaving behind the darkness she had feared her whole life.

My life: Am I actually going to die soon? Or is this something distant? Or is it simply metaphorical—a death of a fear? A fear of connection? A fear of losing it again? It’s strange because I just decided to let go. If he doesn’t want to talk to me, I won’t keep putting myself through this. But then—she walked out with him. But also Death showed himself with many faces. What does that mean?

 Either way, I'm letting the darkness I've been living in go, the pattern of fear go. And stepping out the door.

I always remember a dream I had: 

I broke a glass cup. He shattered a glass table. Then suddenly—we were in a bathroom. I was sitting on the toilet, like I had just taken a shit. He sat on a bucket in front of me, staring out the window at the sunrise. He said, It’s a good day to see the sunrise. 

Then—a baby seal crawled out of the toilet. 

Oh, you cute little thing, I told it. You need to find your mama.

By Sonya Herrera 

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