Pain is not something we escape—it is something we meet. In this space, I explore the hidden intelligence of pain, not as punishment, but as a sacred threshold. These writings are born from direct experience and inner messages from DeviRa, who revealed to me that pain holds not just sorrow, but instruction. Every ache, every scar, every wave of grief carries within it a seed of transformation. Here, we begin to listen.
Pain is not punishment.
It is a portal.
A threshold between silence and truth.
We are taught to resist it.
To numb it.
To run.
But pain is not the enemy.
It is the messenger—
the soul’s signal that something within us longs to be seen.
Pain is resentment stored in the tissues,
anger welded into bone,
envy curled in the gut—
energies held for lifetimes,
until we are ready to meet them.
And still, pain is more.
It is instruction.
A lesson carved into flesh
to teach the spirit how to rise.
Each wound becomes a stepping stone.
Each ache, a building block.
Each scar, a sacred key—
waiting to unlock a door
you didn’t even know existed.
Do not curse your pain.
Bow to it.
Thank it.
It brought you here.
To this moment.
To this flame.
To the path.
And remember:
Only Love can penetrate pain.
Not analysis. Not resistance.
Only love can melt what has been frozen.
So love it.
Love the pain.
And watch the doors open.
Love Prayer to Call the Pain
Come, pain.
Come as you are.
Not as enemy, but as guest.
Not as curse, but as key.
I open the temple of my body to you.
I will not turn you away this time.
Enter my chest where the ache hides.
Enter my spine where the memories sleep.
Enter my womb where the silence pulses.
You, too, are worthy of love.
I will not numb you.
I will not bind you.
I will not cast you into shadow.
I will anoint you with breath.
I will soften you with warmth.
I will sing to you the ancient songs
that remember who you are.
Come, pain.
Come sit at my fire.
Lay down your sharpness
and let me touch you with mercy.
Let every wound be a window.
Let every scar be a scripture.
Let every tear be a baptism.
You are not separate from me.
You are the part of me
that waited the longest to be loved.
And now,
I love you.
