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Inner Child Wounds Can Be Alchemised

There was no cake. ⁣🎂⁣ ⁣⁣ I could hear my mother's frantic whispering exchanges with my grandma.⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ Outside, a car had pulled into the driveway. The sound of gravel was grounding into my mother's nerves.⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ I can't remember much else except the contortions and the ill feeling in my stomach as I contained all my wretched fears.⁣ 🤢⁣ ⁣⁣ 💭 "Oh what has LiYing gone and done now?"⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ There was me the birthday girl, who invited a friend to her 8th or 9th birthday party (I can't remember now anymore).⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ But there was no cake and no party.⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ It caused lots of silent panic on my mum and dad's part, and I have been teased after for making this silly "mistake". ⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ 🥴 "Oh you've made it all up in your head. You just assume and do what you want to do with disregard for everyone else."⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ 😡 "Check with me next time before you do anything or make any decisions."⁣⁣ ⁣ The seed of Self-abandonment was sowed, and thus began a girl's painful path to hiding, shrinking, hating and harming herself as she went to deep ends just to be assured and loved by others.⁣ ⁣ My memories accumulated from growing up are littered with wounds of being abandoned. ⁣ ⁣ Memories of me chasing after friends when they said they wanted to unfriend me, to the point where, when I was 10, or perhaps younger, I did what a friend had commanded me to do if I wanted to be her friend again: cover my eyes with my hands and walk blindly, solely by following her voice.⁣ ⁣ I ended up with a head injury as I had walked into a wall. I still have the scar where a fountain of blood gushed out in ruby red from my forehead. ⁣ ⁣ These memories feel very far away now, but I have noticed recently how I still carried a terror that attacked me when it came to putting my work out there, in the form of: what if no one comes? ⁣ ⁣ Instead of feeling like a queen, I felt like the queen's fool. 🤡 ⁣ ⁣ I was embarrassed for assuming it was "my day".⁣ ⁣ I was ashamed to find out that the spotlight wasn't on me when I thought it was. ⁣ ⁣ We all have memories like this that we can joke about now, but how aware are you of the ways these memories are embedded into your subconscious and are running the show?⁣ ⁣ This had been running the LiYing Show by keeping me feeling unsafe whenever I put out an invitation.⁣ ⁣ 🎐 Today, in ceremony, I laid those memories to rest.⁣ ⁣ I forgave and released these chords that had helped me along my journey to the now.⁣ ⁣ 💕 I embraced this birthday child and told her she is celebrated, every single day, and it doesn't matter if her invitation is accepted or rejected by others - she is so tenderly and unconditionally loved.⁣ ⁣ 🍃 I raised bowls and bowls of plant magic to her so she could feel this Pachamama medicine nourish her deeply and close up the long-held and opened wounds.⁣ ⁣ Everybody including myself told me it isn't possible. But I went ahead and did it anyway.⁣ ⁣ That is alchemy. ⁣ ⁣ 🧜‍♀️ So I invite all women, Goddesses who feel your pain and are ready to see and embrace them fully to alchemise your past into gifts that provide the ticket to the gateway of massive transformation and awakening.⁣ ⁣ 🧝🏻‍♀️ Women who are ready to experience quantum shifts in all aspects of your life to show up in your own heartfelt powerful presence and incredible riches to leave behind an unforgettable imprint - an Unshakeable Legacy for all generations of girls and women to come. 🌠⁣ ⁣ ⁣ 🗝 Join the sacred sisterhood in my (FREE) Facebook Group The Siren Goddess Collective. LINK IN BIO 🌕⁣ ⁣⁣ ⁣ .·.⁣⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ Warmest Love,⁣⁣ LiYing 💗⁣⁣ ⁣

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