Mary Allison

When you draw a line in the sand, and someone chooses to cross it, to defy your initial request for boundary, you may now draw a line of fire. Fire has consequences. Sand does not.

Do not hesitate to let it be known, the crossing of your boundaries is equivalent to trespassing upon a sacred temple. Without commemorating and respecting what Divine Sanctity the temple has been chosen to hold space for, one must be told, with fierce veracity, that the divine generates its spiritual strength through an ancient root system of power, and shall this power be disrespected or mishandled, it will unapologetically strike back.

Let out a growl. Speak your truth. Stir up the energy around you. What was once a tranquil, calming, sea, is now a vortex of spiraled storm carrying a message that whispers, “never again.”

Boundary breakers act as eroding drops of water. One drop seems harmless, but a stream of endless drops contain the power to resculpt the rock, the ground, the soil upon which they fall.

Invasiveness speaks the language of charm, and when the charm wears off, it quickly shifts to bending boundaries through the inversion of guilt, shaming those who do not bow to their unnecessary and misaligned demands. Demands, which carry an energetic undercurrent that corrodes integrity and well wishes, intending to curve initial instinct, and disrespect all that feels in alignment with you.

When your line in the sand is not honored, it is time to incorporate other elements, as your desire to be honored in your own way deserves protection, and shall not be neglected. Sometimes ferocity is a prayer. Sometimes that prayer is gazing corrupt corrosion in the eyes and saying, “Never in this Divine House will you step foot again.”

When life calls you forth to be a warrior of the heart, do not skip a beat, as true love deserves to be held safe within a fortress of protection.