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Sacred Snark Sunday, Vol. 15

Energetic People-Pleasing Relapse: The Gospel of Over-Giving and the Great Cosmic Eye Roll

✨🧂So there I was — energetically minding my own business, promising myself that this time I’d protect my peace, guard my aura, and stay aligned like the serene mystic I claim to be.
Cut to: me energetically hosting an entire circus of other people’s emotions, juggling flaming swords of obligation, and calling it “service.”

Because apparently, “service” in my karmic vocabulary still translates to “let me emotionally contort myself into a pretzel while smiling beatifically.”

☀️ The Relapse

You’d think after several Pluto transits, shadow integrations, and at least three spiritual burnouts, I’d recognize the early signs of a relapse:

• The urge to fix something that isn’t broken (or isn’t mine).
• The sudden inability to say no, because “what if they need me?”
• The voice that whispers, “it’s just energy, you can give a little more.”

Spoiler: I did not, in fact, have any energy to give. I was running on fumes and caffeine-flavored denial.

🪞 The Realization

Eris (the cosmic truth-teller) threw her apple right into my 7th House and hissed:

“You can’t build harmony out of self-betrayal.”

And Pluto, always the dramatic one, added:

“Stop calling your self-abandonment compassion.”

That one stung. Because it’s true. My old Libra pattern — mistaking equilibrium for erasure — had reared her perfectly balanced, people-pleasing head again.

🔥 The Alchemy

So I lit a candle, whispered a reluctant apology to my own nervous system, and performed the sacred ritual of… turning my phone off.
Then I sat in the silence that followed — the uncomfortable, holy silence where nobody needed me, and I didn’t have to prove my worth through usefulness.

Turns out peace feels a lot like withdrawal at first.
But then it starts to hum — a low, ancient sound beneath the ribs that says:

“This is what wholeness sounds like.”

🕯️ The Ritual Nudge

Next time your inner fixer starts polishing someone else’s karma, try this:

1. Place your hand on your solar plexus and say out loud, “This is mine. That is theirs.”
2. Take one deep breath for each time you almost said yes when you meant no.
3. Burn the list of “shoulds.” Bury the ashes under the word Enough.

💋 The Benediction of Boundaries

Beloved, may your empathy have edges.
May your yeses come from fullness, not fear.
And may every energetic relapse become another initiation into unapologetic authenticity.

🔔 Invitation

Beloved seeker, may this Lantern guide you not with blinding light, but with the soft shimmer of faith reborn. Sit with your vessel, pour gently, and remember: even in silence, the stars are still speaking.

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

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