It is all meant to crumble before the Phoenix can rise again from the ashes.
This fear is the construct of the ego who is afraid of dying. A construct made of chains that I allowed to be put on me and make me believe that I don’t have the strength to remove it. And yet I do. I have all that it takes.
I let go of everything that no longer serves me. I let go of everything that is no longer mine to have.
I allow myself to become the bright, colourful Phoenix rising into this new world of mine.