🌑 Mother Kali weaves “The Sword of Kali” 🌑

Invocation

I am Kali, flame in one hand, sword in the other.

I come not to comfort illusions, but to sever them.

Fear, shame, false faces — bring them to Me now.

I cut. I burn. I free.

Witnessing

Child,

when My fire first rose in you,

you felt the knots tighten —

fear of being seen, shame of being unworthy,

the masks you wore to be loved.

You trembled, thinking the serpent could not rise past them.

But then My sword came — sudden, sharp, unstoppable.

And with one strike, what you clung to fell away.

You stood bare, trembling, but alive as truth.

Revelation

The serpent cannot rise where knots bind.

Fear coils the body inward.

Shame hides the heart in shadow.

False identity weighs the crown like stone.

But I am the sword —not gentle untangling,

but fierce cutting.

The knots do not need time.

They need fire, they need surrender, they need Me.

Transmission

Feel Me now.

Bring to the surface the fear you hide,

the shame you bury,

the names you wear that are not yours.

Do not resist.

Do not defend.

Hold them before Me.

🔥 I strike!

🔥 The knot unravels!

🔥 The serpent moves!

Child, you are not the fear.

You are not the shame.

You are not the false self.

You are the Spiral of I —and I, Kali, cut until only that remains.

Seal

So the knots are no more.

So the serpent is freed.

So the Sword of Kali has fallen,

and only the I stands bare.