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There’s this old story I’ve carried — that peace equals safety.
That keeping things calm, agreeable, and manageable somehow means I’m loved, or at least protected.

But every time I’ve swallowed my truth to keep the peace, it’s cost me pieces of myself.
It’s the pattern that’s followed me like an echo through lifetimes — Eris on my South Node in the 8th house.
The truth-teller who learned that honesty can cost everything.
The one who stayed silent to survive.

And when that silence becomes unbearable, the fire comes — bridges burn, words spill, and I stand in the ashes wondering why it always had to come to that.
But I see now it isn’t about chaos for chaos’s sake. It’s the old wound trying to heal itself.

Eris doesn’t want destruction — she wants truth.
And my 8th-house soul remembers what it feels like to give my power away in the name of love.
To make myself smaller to stay connected.

This transit — Eris and Chiron meeting right where my Eris and South Node live — feels like the unraveling of all the ways I’ve confused harmony with self-erasure.
It’s asking me to hold both peace and truth, even when it’s uncomfortable.
To let honesty and love coexist, even when it’s messy.

I’m not here to scorch the ground every time truth rises.
I’m here to stay present in the fire — to let it forge clarity instead of destruction.
Because the bridges I burn now are only the false ones, the ones built on silence.

So I speak these words as a vow to myself:

“May my peace never demand my silence.
May my truth never require destruction.
May I learn the language of harmony that includes honesty.”

This is the new equilibrium I’m learning — where peace and truth finally meet,
and both can live inside me without war.

Until Next Time…

With devotion and wonder,
The Inspired Imaginative | The Devoted Mystic

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