Becoming the Sacred Flame: the power of self-belief
“You told me that I was strong, and had the power in me to bring all my dreams alive: the very opposite of all the things Aedan had been telling me for so long. He called me a poor child: he was always pitying me, and telling me that I was small and weak and helpless, and that’s just what I became.”
“Of course you did,” Aelfric says. “Aedan was cunning: he wanted to use you for his own pleasure, and he knew you’d never stay with him if you were in your right mind, so he set out purposely to destroy all your self-belief.”
“But when you told me with such authority that I had to become the Sacred Flame, and get up and go to Beckery, I found the strength to do what I needed to do,” I go on. “I changed out of my clothes that were soaked in blood, and tore up my old dress into rags for the bleeding, and even had the sense to bring out our two pottery bowls to trade them for a ride in an ox-cart, although in the end the man wouldn’t take them. I was still so dreadfully unwell: I blacked out again on the journey, and bled all over that poor man’s barley sacks. But you made me believe in myself, so I was able to do all those things, even in that condition.”
“Whatever we believe about ourselves becomes our reality,” Aelfric tells me. “It’s true: you are the Warrior Maiden, my Brianna. You’re strong and brave and powerful, no different from Brigid herself. And you’ll always be the Flame Keeper and the Sacred Flame, just as long as you remember that’s who you are. I’m just grateful to the Lord and Lady that you listened to my voice in your dream, and were led to the very people who could help you see that again, after Aedan made you forget your own light.”
Posted on June 9, 2017, in Artivism, Education, healing, Novel, Reconnecting, Reflections on Life and tagged bravery, confidence, courage, sacred flame, self-belief, self-esteem, self-love. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.