I M Perfect lady

Out of Control.

The different responses to the death of a monster intrigue me and set me to wonder who in my life I needed to die?

Whose death would bring me joy or freedom?

Is there someone out there holding on to a part of me that is held hostage by their actions?

No one came to mind.

Most may think I will send up a resounding cheer upon the death of my father. But his death will be anticlimactic, for I have found my freedom and joy long before his passing.

He is not holding on to any part of me, I am free and I don’t need him to die. I do not wait for his death.

I heard on the radio yesterday that there are times when we have to amputate a relationship, to cut it out of our lives in order to live a whole life.

The relationship suffered a death, I didn’t need him to die, I just needed to kill the relationship.

I have stopped cold many relationships that impinged upon my own inner peace and wellness. I didn’t need the person to die; I just needed my relationships with them to.

When we give them the power until death, we gain nothing.

It is in the speaking up and taking back your life that you will find the power.

I strongly believe that monsters need to be locked up, be made to stop hurting and killing others, but what I don’t understand is the sense of freedom and joy that rang out.

The cheers have the markings of a monster themselves, a gleeful energy upon the death of another seems so barbaric and without reverence for the soul that was lost behind the sea of dysfunction and abuse.

Isn’t there a saying about how we treat the least among us?

Perhaps I have met and danced with my own inner monster and I have such compassion for the lady who stole my life and lived it out in the only way she knew coming from whence she came.

I didn’t even cheer when she died, but I cheered when I became free from the madness inside of me.

I cheer for inner victory.

I cheer for being able to do this by only killing the monster inside of me, for wrestling with my shadow and winning.

It is becoming stronger than the monster that peace will be won.

To me we all have an inner monster to dance with and when you can succeed at winning that one, we will all live in peace and harmony.

The seeds of a monster live within all of us and you don’t know what will make your monster come alive until you are fully engaged and out of control.

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