The Ritual Burning

The Ritual Burning

I took my many little pieces of paper on which I'd written fear and then ripped them to shreds. I put those pieces in the fire and let those fears all go up in smoke. They're gone. Unbound.

Like smoke on the wind - transparent and ethereal, insubstantial, inconsequential. I banish fear and negativity. I have no need of them any more.

If I feel a fear prickling at my mind, I take a deep breath and blow it away.

Now I am free. Free from the restraints of fear. Free from the fear of fear. Free from negative thoughts where fear might take root and sprout.

I like this feeling of wholeness, wellness, of confidence. I want to dwell here in this land where all things are possible - where thoughts and ideas manifest and are spun into reality.

Here, I have wings. Here, my plans come to fruition. Here, I can enjoy success. I can prosper. I can grow.

Here, in this land of sunshine and positivity, there are no corners where fear might hide. Fear might knock on the door, or scratch at the window, but it can't enter. Like an uninvited vampire, it cannot go where it is not first invited. Fear will find no invitation at my door this day. Nor any other day.

Up in smoke.

Gone.

Unbound.