Break the Mask, Bleed the Spark
The Alchemy of Mortification
Hey, cosmic rebels. We’ve clawed past Lead’s heavy grip and waded through Dissolution’s murky currents. Now, Mortification crashes in, raw and unapologetic. The collapse is the breaking point that gives birth to something new. Picture it: the ancient bones of a dead star crumbling to dust, only to ignite a nebula’s glow. That’s Mortification destruction with a pulse, a deliberate unraveling to allow something more authentic to take root.
Here’s your step, your map through the rubble. Find a dry, brittle twig, a relic of what needs to be left behind. Hold it in your hands; feel its weight and fragility. Name what’s cracking within you: a habit chaining you, a fear gnawing at your edges, a belief that has gone stale. If you can, speak it aloud: “This is my ‘doubt,’ my ‘procrastination,’ my ‘not enough.” Then snap it, break it cleanly. Take five slow breaths in, deep enough to stir your core; five out, long enough to empty the shards. Feel the break not just in your hands but within you. Let it reverberate.
Now pause. Look at the pieces. Name what’s sprouting from that split shift: a seed, a whisper of what’s next. I snapped “hide” that endless stalling, that hesitation I’d worn like armor, and from the fracture, “blaze” unfurled, bold and impatient. It’s not instant magic; it’s messy, slow, and deliberate alchemy. The old must decay before the new can breathe.
Mortification’s power lies in its chaos. What is ready to crumble within you? What is yearning to break so it can transform? Delve into that dark soil, crew. Snap the twig. Name the death. Name the life. The fire’s still lurking. Calicination’s waiting to burn what’s left until it’s Gold. Share with me what you discover. I’m here, listening.
