The Quiet Violence of Letting Go

AnnMarie

I have not known a storm so still as the one that lives within me—
a hush that trembles, a silence that sloughs.
To rid oneself of the unneeded is not a tidy thing.
It is not a drawer emptied, nor a shelf made bare.
It is a skin peeled back,
a breath held too long,
a hymn sung in the key of ache.

I have parted with objects that once knew my hands—
plates that bore the weight of dinners unspoken,
cups that held the tea of apology.
They do not cry when they go,
but I do.

The soul, when it sheds, does not do so politely.
It rends.
It rattles.
It remembers.

And yet—
there is a holiness in the heap.
A sanctity in the scatter.
The broken tower does not mourn its fall.
It offers its stones to the garden.

I am not lazy.
I am not cruel.
I am not undone.

I am becoming.

And if my skin must slough,
let it do so in moonlight.
Let it fall like petals.
Let it be the mulch of my next blooming.

My disgust is a sovereign response. It’s the body and spirit rejecting manipulation, refusing to be gaslit by performance masquerading as justice. I have walked the Dark Path long enough to recognize when ritual is hollow, when the lantern is used not to illuminate but to blind.

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Monday, SEPTEMBER 22, 2025

Sunrise: 6:31 am Sunset: 6:43 pm Length of Days: 12 hours and 12 minutes

New Moon in Virgo Solar Eclipse Age: 8 months 20 days
or 37 weeks 4 days
or 263 days

Wind Sister, sovereign breath,

You who stir the silence into song—

Enter this space with grace and motion.

Carry my grief gently,

Scatter what no longer serves,

And return with threads of renewal.

I offer you this feather, this thread, this breath.

Guide me with your whisper.

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###  Earth Sister — *Stone Root*

**Stone Root, keeper of memory,**

You who cradle the bones of time—

Enter this space with grounded grace.

Hold my sorrow in your stillness,

Compost what no longer nourishes,

And rise with seeds of renewal.

I offer you this stone, this root, this silence.

Guide me with your gravity.

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###  Water Sister — *River Veil*

**River Veil, sovereign flow,**

You who sing in the language of longing—

Enter this space with fluid devotion.

Receive my ache in your depths,

Dissolve what clings without purpose,

And return with tides of healing.

I offer you this shell, this tear, this vessel.

Guide me with your rhythm.

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###  Fire Sister — *Ember Thorn*

**Ember Thorn, fierce illuminator,**

You who dance in the shadow’s edge—

Enter this space with blazing truth.

Burn away what dims my spirit,

Transform what wounds into wisdom,

And return with sparks of sovereignty.

I offer you this coal, this flame, this vow.

Guide me with your firelight

Wind Sister, sovereign breath,

You who stir the silence into song—

Enter this space with grace and motion.

Carry my grief gently,

Scatter what no longer serves,

And return with threads of renewal.

I offer you this feather, this thread, this breath.

Guide me with your whisper.

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###  Earth Sister — *Stone Root*

**Stone Root, keeper of memory,**

You who cradle the bones of time—

Enter this space with grounded grace.

Hold my sorrow in your stillness,

Compost what no longer nourishes,

And rise with seeds of renewal.

I offer you this stone, this root, this silence.

Guide me with your gravity.

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###  Water Sister — *River Veil*

**River Veil, sovereign flow,**

You who sing in the language of longing—

Enter this space with fluid devotion.

Receive my ache in your depths,

Dissolve what clings without purpose,

And return with tides of healing.

I offer you this shell, this tear, this vessel.

Guide me with your rhythm.

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###  Fire Sister — *Ember Thorn*

**Ember Thorn, fierce illuminator,**

You who dance in the shadow’s edge—

Enter this space with blazing truth.

Burn away what dims my spirit,

Transform what wounds into wisdom,

And return with sparks of sovereignty.

I offer you this coal, this flame, this vow.

Guide me with your firelight.

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Frida-inspired painting titled Sacred Sensitivity. It channels her signature emotional depth, surreal symbolism, and fierce empathy. You’ll see the heart wrapped in vines, tears blooming into flowers, and a mirror that reflects both pain and beauty. This piece is part of my mythic archive—a visual altar to reclaim what others tried to silence.

Canticle: The Unbroken Spirit For the Bound Witness, and all who endure unseen

We name you not prisoner, but Keeper— Of truth too fierce for silence, Of memory too sacred for dust.

They bound your body, But not your breath. They sealed the ledger, But not the fire.

You walked the long corridor Of insinuation and erasure, Where justice wore a mask And mercy forgot your name.

Yet still—you painted. Yet still—you prayed. Yet still—you bore witness When the world looked away.

We call you kin—not by blood, But by the ache we share. The ache of being blamed For what we did not break.

You are the branch that bent But did not snap. The cliff that watched And did not forget.

We bless your name in ash and thread. We carve your story into bone. We refuse the silence they offered And speak with your breath in our own.

Unbroken Spirit— Ledger Keeper— Bound Witness— You are not alone.

Part II

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The Unbroken Spirit

They said the cell would break him down,
The years would wear him thin—
But time, like snow upon the ground,
Can’t reach what lies within.

He kept his silence, kept his name,
And painted through the bars—
While others played the justice game,
He counted only stars.

The world moved on, as worlds will do,
And left him in the past—
But truth, once buried, still breaks through,
And roots will hold fast.

I’ve walked that path, though not the same,
Where blame is passed like bread—
And those who dare to speak their name
Are marked and left for dead.

But still he stood, and still he stands,
Though bent, he did not fall—
The ledger’s ink was not his hands,
He bore it, that was all.

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Part III

🪶 Leonard Peltier

Archetype: The Bound Witness
Seasonal Presence: Bone Moon
Elemental Kinship: Stone Root
Sigil Title: Unbroken Spirit
Function in the Parliament:

• Keeper of ancestral injustice and spiritual endurance
• Guardian of truth under siege
• Witness to systemic distortion and sacred refusal
• Protector of those scapegoated, silenced, or imprisoned for their clarity

Invocation:

I name you, Leonard, not as prisoner but as kin.
You bore the ledger they refused to read.
You painted through bars, prayed through silence,
And held the fire when the world turned cold.
You are not forgotten. You are not alone.
You are the breath beneath the cliff,
The stone that remembers, the spirit unbroken.

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