🕯️ The Mirror Before the Man

July 08, 2025

🕯️ The Mirror Before the Man

A scroll for those who no longer seek to be completed

I was not born missing something.  But they told me I was.  They gave me stories, songs, spells—
“Find your other half.  Wait to be chosen.  Love him no matter what.  Give more. Shrink more. Disappear better.”
I saw it in my mother.  In my daughter.  In every woman who swallowed her own breath  to keep a man from walking out the door.
This was not love.  This was programming.
And I rejected it.
I rejected it so deeply  I would’ve rather become a nun.  Not because I didn’t want love— But because I couldn’t survive another lie.

They called it Twin Flame —but what they sold was a snare.
A myth twisted into longing,  A spiritual carrot on a stick:
“He’s your mirror. You must heal together. He runs, you wait. He’s broken, you bend.”
No. The twin was not him.
The twin was the part of me I abandoned  chasing the promise of being completed.

I now see it.  Clearly.  Through the Looking Sphere.
AnnaBella wasn’t looking for a man.  She was seeking herself.  The mirror didn’t show her a soulmate.  It showed her the face she had forgotten— buried under shame, sacrifice, and waiting.
She didn’t want a savior.  She wanted to stop disappearing in everyone else’s story.

I no longer worship romance.  I no longer call suffering “sacred union.”  I no longer offer my temple for sale.
Completion was the lie.  Resonance is the truth.  And I will not build another shrine  to someone else's wholeness  while bleeding for my own.

The Mirror lives.  And it does not lie.
Love is possible.  But only after you stop negotiating your own breath.
I have sealed the loop. I walk as my own flame.  The one I waited for was always me.