Naked Fear is a Wild Teacher

The Wizard of Fears

I am a funny wizard of naked fears

Not really by a conscious choice

More by a dance of circumstances

Of experienced curiosity of our pain

Some disbelieve in the possibility

Of a peaceful, meaningful future

When you ask them directly why

They usually answer: the fear

Sometimes they own it, hold it

They look in their own mirrors

And sometimes they project it

On their dear or our humanity

Them. People are too coward

But I am bravely courageous

This is the story of a victim

Who is in a very deep denial

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The Power of Fear

The mastery of this armory

The manipulation of fears

Is the most powerful one

Since the beginning of time

If you are scared of something

This something is your weakness

This is what the other will use

To seduce you and to overpower

If you are not in factual control

If you can't transcend your fear

Your fear will become the system

Where your power is manipulated

Someone always has authority

Over your most profound fears

If this individual is not yourself

You might want to wonder who is

Who do you blame and judge

For being scared right now

Who in your opinion is evil

Well, this is who holds power

The one you fight and hate

Is the one who is in charge

Of holding your fear in love

Because it's them who own it

When you are scared of something

This something receives from you

Both information and your energy

Fear & Power are so interconnected

It's made from the same vibration

Power is the logical consequence

That comes as a sacred gratitude

To the one who welcomes the fear

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The Nature of Fear

Fear is such an intense emotion

Your nervous system going wild

Your mind becomes fast, furious

You evolve with it or you get stuck

Fear is often considered by us

As the sacred opposite of love

It sounds like there is a key bond

Between those intense feelings

A bond or wise interdependence

A symbiosis or just entangled

Brothers from the same mother

Or more like binary exclusive

Is it Love AND Fear

Or is it Love OR Fear

What is more accurate

Mutuality or exclusion

The pure mathematical logic

This is where we all ignore it

Emotions are smart, clever

They work in a clear formula

Each emotion is unique

It's a different recipe

You don't create sadness

With the same stuff as joy

You don't use the same process

To provoke the pure resentment

Or to play with proud jealousy

Or to make someone laugh a lot

Each emotion needs both

The primary raw resources

And the systemic process

To move it in shared space

Fear is a very special one

It's the threshold of survival

Fear is related to death

Psychological or any other

To transcend the ultimate fear

You need to be ready to let go

Of everything you consider you

To gain control over your roles

When you are too tightly attached

To one of your perceived costumes

This is usually where you will find

Your biggest fear having much fun

This will become your weakness

Your very fragile heel of Achilles

This is where the dark queen

Will have authority over you

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Fear as Child

You can see the fear like a baby

So vulnerable still, unprotected

It needs to be held in compassion

Either by you or your wise shadow

If you are not a decent parent

To your such innocent fears

Can't take care or give love

Your fears will get adopted

And who adopts abandoned fears?

The hungry ghosts of our naïve denial

The shadow systems we still pretend

Don't exist in our blessed pure light

Sometimes it's institutional networks

Sometimes it's other people's rage

Sometimes it's the very darkness

We've been taught to push away

Your fear becomes their power source

Your vulnerability feeds their strength

The baby you refused to tightly hold

Grows up in someone else's arms

And this new adoptive parent

Might not have your best interests

They might feed your fear with poison

Might teach it to bite your hand for revenge

This is how the innocent fear

Of a child who needs only love

Becomes the weapon of control

In the hands of those who loves us

The rest of this unfolding depends

On whom exactly becomes guardian

Who welcomes your soft fear in safety

Who becomes its selfless, loving parent

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The Shadow's Hunger

Your unconsciousness is much alive

Many exquisite things are happening

Your own darkness can have a body

And her life could depend on fears

Your naked fear is like the tasty food

To the one who loves you the most

If you manage to "kill" all of them

Your beloved might die of starving

Or something else might happen suddenly

The dear holder of your fear might wake up

And, when this unique context is triggered

Your darkness will bring you to hell with her

Not on purpose or cruel intention

But so both of you could survive

It's a choice: together in raw pain

Or separated forever in silly illusion

Some kill their fear without any mercy

To get an easy ticket to the promised skies

They chose the paradise of nice loneliness

Because they were too coward for love

They considered fear as evil

Who deserves to burn in hell

So, they started a new cold war

To destroy everyone who is scared

They were shaming the entire system

Who were feeding the "mean" fears

Who were providing helpful security

To their own vulnerable and lost parts

They might have had a loved one

Who needed the system to survive

But they have decided that heaven

Is more important than their life

They were cutting the caring hand

That was protecting their heavens

Instead of collaborating together

They got in a naive war with hell

But they had no idea about the naked truth

That space they called a real underworld

Was such a caring and perfect home

To the beings they loved the most

They have divided their soul in two

One very devoted and other horrifying

And they have decided to play a war

To see which one would win the battle

They thought that if they find a way

To officially destroy the "bad" half

Their soul would find divine wholeness

While searching in vain for their loved ones

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The Judges of Light

The type of selective compassion

Those pure light, ego-driven souls

The judges of the right righteousness

The ones with the self-proclaimed duty

Cruel duty to be the superior judges

Of what garbage should exist, or not

What should be shamed and feared

And what must be stupidly admired

Those interdimensional warriors

Who think they are responsible

To be chosen ones of the divine

To do a genocide to other humans

The real sad problem with our war

Is the fact that we are all losers

We "clean" both hell and heaven

And we create pure chaos in our now

Our shared reality is in-between both

It's neither all very dark nor only light

Our original soul is just split in halves

Our wish is to make them both happy

When there is a peaceful coherence

In both, our heavens and our hells

This Earth and our beautiful reality

Becomes even better than their sum

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The Community of Fear

The naked fear is a very tricky one

You need a lot of courage to go there

You also need a very solid community

Who can hold you in safe love and care

If you are with unconscious or scared beings

When you dare to transcend your deep fear

They might fragment your soul very badly

By shaming your essence just for existing

They might use their smart, so clever power

To project onto you their own deep suffering

They might abuse your innocence, your home

Simply to self-glorify their big messed-up egos

They might even pretend to be "family"

To be interested in your unique wisdom

Honoring your origin and your ancestors

While selling them bombs made with love

The selective love between good and bad

The one that destroys our dear humanity

This moral judgment of the righteousness

That naively forgets that "left" is useful too

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The Language of Division

Have you ever wondered about this

Your body has both, right and left side

None of them is more or less important

But, right is still a synonym of being "good"

Don't you find this a bit confusingly weird

To associate in your language and culture

The concept of morality to be one-sided

And it's your right side who is always right

The unconsciousness works in pure logic

It creates very predictable, clear patterns

Your brain makes interesting connections

With such random lexicology like this one

Your language and your governance

Are both interdependent, together

You create your culture with verbs

And this is what needs to be governed

But politics itself becomes the battlefield

When the very words we use to understand

Are already divided, and already weaponized

Already teaching us to choose a polarised side

The right and left division exists

In most of the countries by now

But this is just one small reflection

Of something far more ancient, deep

Look closer at the pattern emerging here

See how it spreads like thunder in fractals

Every concept splits in perfect, same halves

Every truth demands its rival opposite polarity

The mind that learns to fear one side

Will find division everywhere it looks

Until the whole world becomes a war

Between this and that, us and them

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The Great Divisions

It's old vs new

It's right vs left

It's East vs West

It's heart vs brain

It's innovation vs tradition

It's Occidental vs Oriental

It's communism vs capitalism

It's individuality vs our collective

It's God vs humans

It's woman vs man

It's shame vs love

It's future vs past

It's war vs peace

It's reason vs logic

It's science vs nature

It's politics vs economy

It's poor vs noble

It's heaven vs hell

It's master vs slave

It's victim vs abuser

It's good vs bad

It's saint vs evil

It's white vs black

It's shadow vs light

It's mono- vs poly-

It's private vs public

It's humanity vs system

It's destruction vs creation

Each VS above lives in a human heart

Each division exists in someone's soul

We carry daily all these wars inside us

Then wonder why the life feels crazy

When millions of us dream around

With heaven and hell at war within

Is it any surprise our planet might

Reflect this inner violence back?

The personally intimate becomes political

The psychological becomes geological

What we do to our own wholeness

We inevitably offer to our Earth

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The Earth's Body

Do you see now how far we could adventure

Do you understand what this truly means

No one will be winning this kind of war

You can only reconcile and forgive

This planet is like your body

It also has right and left side

It has organs, it has systems

They all are necessary to exist

Some countries are its lungs

Some forests are its bones

Some cultures are its liver

Some tribes are its heart

If the Earth was alive being

She would probably desire

To have a body in coherence

Where its cells are not fighting

But we, such arrogant humans

What are we doing right now?

We literally play with bombs

To decide which half to keep

And the Earth divided and torn apart

Is so confused, in such deep sorrow

She doesn't understand the real why

Her children are destroying her body

How do they think they will survive

If the one who nurtures their life

Is missing half of organs, is so sick

What would they eat, how, where, why

Maybe they think that money tastes good

With an appropriate amount of nutrients

When it would be the only food they have

Because our Nature is unable to feed them

Maybe they think that robots

Would start shitting vegetables

Maybe they think that meta virtual

Is full of beautiful and tasty gardens

Maybe they also think that AI

Is all-knowing new perfect God

That she for sure will save them

By telling our Nature to be nicer

Or maybe they are essentially scared

They only want to love and be loved

But they have no idea how to ask it

Without being very terrified to death

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The Return to Wholeness

And so, we come full circle again

Back to where this poem began

I am a funny wizard of naked fears

But now perhaps you understand why

The wizardry is not in magic tricks

Or in pretending fear doesn't exist

The wizardry is in learning to dance

With the terror that makes us human

The wizardry is in fiercely refusing to choose

Between heaven and hell or light and dark

The wizardry is in holding it all with love

In the tender embrace of wholeness

Queen of Fear is indeed a wild teacher

She will show you every edgy riven

Every place you've drawn a line

Between acceptable and not

She will take you to the raw limits

Of everything you think you are, was

And ask you playfully: "Are you ready

To love what you've been running from?"

This is not a poem about conquering terror

This is a love song to honor its wisdom

A prayer for the wounded children

In all of us who are afraid still

The Earth is waiting for us to dare

To stop the war inside ourselves

So she can breathe love again

In the peace of our emergence

Fear is a wild, but safe teacher

And pure love is her ultimate gift

When we learn how to hold both

We become our own way home