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I Bow To The Terror ***


I bow to the terror within me; for it is part of All That Is. From the darkened shadows I call it forth. With open arms I stand before it and with sacred breath I draw it to me. 


The terror softens, for at long last it is seen for what it is; the child who in my ignorance and fear, was long ago banished from the kingdom of my consciousness. 


I bow to the terror and welcome it home.


It accepts my bow.


And with utter graciousness, it offers me the gift of wholeness.