You're Not Maintaining Love: You're Feeding a Ghost
And Here's Why Your Body Already Knows It's Time to Stop Because Love Without Boundaries Isn’t Love: It’s an Energy Leak Through the Wound of Your Trying
Love Without Boundaries Isn’t Love: It’s an Energy Leak Through the Wound of Your Trying
Here’s what nobody tells you about things born from love: they have an expiration date.
Not because the love wasn’t real, it was. Not because you failed: you didn’t. But because love creates forms, and forms are temporal. Like milk. Like trends. Like that houseplant you swore you’d keep alive this time. Everything born has a life cycle, and your job isn’t to perform CPR on something that’s already composted. Your job is to know when the form has outgrown its holiness, when what was once sacred has completed its divine assignment and is now just... taking up space on your energetic credit card.
This week’s energy? A portal for the royal cut. The kind that doesn’t cry-post on Instagram or send a 38-paragraph text at 3am explaining your boundaries. The sovereign kind: where clarity becomes the blade that frees you from maintaining what’s already a hologram. Let’s fucking go.
THE THREE OF CUPS: WHEN SACRED CREATION BEGINS
It started as pure magic, didn’t it? That partnership. That project. That baby. That version of yourself you swore was finally it. The Three of Cups is sacred creation: two energies colliding to birth a third. The holy triangle. That “we’re gonna change the world together babe” energy you get at 2am after too much wine, completely certain you’ve just solved late-stage capitalism with a podcast idea and a vision board. And you know what? It WAS real.
In quantum terms, this is coherent interference: frequencies aligning, amplifying, creating something neither of you could birth alone. Your nervous system opened like a cathedral door. Your vagus nerve, that wandering badass that regulates your entire sense of safety, said YES in all caps. Your heart synced with theirs in rhythmic coherence, like two metronomes finally finding the same beat. The field between you hummed. You felt it physically: electricity, expansion, that full-body YES. Blood rushing. Presence flooding. That “oh SHIT this is why I’m alive” moment. (Your nervous system was basically doing the Titanic thing: standing at the bow going “I’m flying Jack!” completely unaware the iceberg of eventual completion was like three scenes away. But we’ll get there.)
This isn’t a wound talking. This is genuine resonance. Love. Co-creation. The universe winking at you through the thing you made together, saying “Yeah baby, THAT’S the frequency.”
But here’s what they conveniently leave out of the spiritual Pinterest quotes: that thing you created? It now has its own energetic field. It lives. It breathes. And it fucking ASKS. Like a entity with its own wants. Its own gravity. Its own “hey can you just check on me real quick” energy at 11pm when you’re finally trying to sleep.
SEVEN OF PENTACLES: WHEN THE FORM STOPS FOLLOWING YOUR FREQUENCY
Here’s where shit gets expensive. And I don’t mean money. I mean life force.
Everything in the field has its own trajectory. You created something beautiful. But once the form solidified, once it became a thing, it started demanding maintenance. And at first? That felt like devotion. Like watering the garden. Tending the sacred flame. Showing up because you’re a good person who honors their commitments.
But then something shifted. You changed. You expanded. You turned a corner in your own becoming, some internal software update happened, and when you looked back, the thing you created was still standing exactly where you left it. Still asking for the same energy. The same attention. The same version of you from 2019. And you’re standing there like, “Babe, I’m not even that person anymore. I don’t even LIKE oat milk lattes now. How am I supposed to maintain a whole relationship/business/identity that was built by someone who thought hustle culture was a personality trait?”
This is the moment the form stops following your frequency.
Like when you outgrow a friend but you keep meeting for coffee out of obligation, and every time you leave you feel like you just donated blood. That’s what’s happening here, but with a CREATION. Something you made. Something that’s supposed to love you back.
Energetically, the field between you has thickened into invisible cement. What was once playful flow now demands upkeep. There’s an invisible cord, an energetic pipeline, draining you like you’re a Capri Sun and this thing is a toddler who just discovered suction. You’re not co-creating anymore. You’re being bled. And here’s the thing: the form isn’t even doing it maliciously. It’s just doing what forms do when they’re not aligned with your frequency anymore: asking to be kept alive even though the animating force has already left the building.
You’re out here taking night classes in Advanced Maintenance, Googling “how to make a dead thing feel alive again,” asking your astrologer when Mercury will retrograde hard enough to let you quit without feeling like a failure. You’re doing CPR on a houseplant. No, scratch that. The plant died in 2021. You’ve been resuscitating dirt.
Neurologically, your limbic system is having a full-scale meltdown. Your amygdala, that almond-shaped drama queen in your brain, can’t tell the difference between “ending this project” and “being mauled by a sabertooth tiger in front of your entire village.” So it keeps you frozen. Tending. Watering. Trying. Bleeding yourself dry. Because the known pattern (even if it’s killing you) feels safer than the unknown.
Your limbic system right now: “DON’T LEAVE. IF YOU LEAVE WE DIE. ALSO WE’RE OUT OF ALMOND MILK BUT THAT’S UNRELATED JUST THOUGHT YOU SHOULD KNOW.”
Meanwhile, your prefrontal cortex, the part that actually thinks, has left the chat. You’re on autopilot, running a program written in 2003 by a version of yourself who thought frosted tips were a good look and love conquers all wasn’t a corporate lie sold by Hallmark. You’re maintaining an illusion like it’s a Tamagotchi from 1997 that you’re CONVINCED will die if you don’t check it every 47 seconds. (Spoiler: it’s been dead since the second grade. You’re just clicking buttons.)
Somatically? There’s a tightness in your diaphragm, that muscular wall between your heart and your throat where unexpressed truth goes to ferment into dread. This is the anatomical location of “I know I should leave but I can’t say it out loud.” You’re holding your breath without realizing it. You’ve lost circulation. Lost juice. Lost that full-body aliveness you had in the Three of Cups phase.
Your body is sending you invoices. Certified letters. A text thread 46 messages deep. A carrier pigeon with a restraining order. It’s saying, in every language it knows: “Babe. This frequency is no longer ours. Please. For the love of GOD. Stop watering the dirt.”
But you keep going. Why?
THE INNER CHILD ENTERS THE CHAT (and she’s STRESSED)
Because here’s where it gets sneaky as hell: you’re not actually maintaining the thing anymore. You’re trying to save the child.
That seven-year-old in you who learned early that love has conditions? That love is something you earn by being good enough? She’s running the whole operation now. And her logic is airtight: “If I let this go, it means I wasn’t good enough. If I just try harder, if I’m just MORE, maybe this time I’ll finally be chosen. If I can make this work, I can fix what broke me back then.”
This is your wounded inner child’s hidden agenda: repair the past by controlling the future. (Which, if we’re being honest, is INSANE. Like trying to fix a flat tire by building a time machine. But sure, let’s devote a decade to it. Sounds healthy.)
You’re not watering a garden anymore. You’re doing CPR on a houseplant, convinced that if you just loved it more perfectly, breathed into it more purely, gave it one more chance, it would come back to life and finally prove you were worthy all along. Spoiler: you can’t heal a childhood wound by martyring yourself to an adult creation that’s already complete. That’s like trying to fix your WiFi by lighting sage. Cute. Spiritually thorough. Functionally useless.
Neurologically, this is a trauma loop. That frozen emotional cycle from childhood, “I’m not enough as I am”, is hijacking your adult decision-making and replaying it on a loop. Your brain literally cannot distinguish between “releasing this project” and “being abandoned all over again in front of everyone who said I wouldn’t make it.” So you stay. Not because you love it. Because walking away feels like proof that the wound was right. That you were never enough. That all your trying was just... performance.
But here’s the thing: true responsibility isn’t maintaining a corpse. True responsibility is saying, “This was holy once. And now it’s done. And I’m not a bad person for honoring that completion.” (Your therapist will eventually tell you this in clinical language after 16 sessions and $4,800. You’re welcome. I just saved you four months and a sliding scale nightmare.)
KING OF SWORDS: THE CUT THAT LIBERATES
Enter: your inner King. Not the cold, unfeeling, “I’m too evolved for emotions” King. The precise one. The one who loves you enough to tell the truth. Look at his hands. Two swords. Not fighting each other. Not at war. Moving as ONE.
Like those on 10 of swords: that’s your inner masculine and feminine: your logic and your intuition, your action and your feeling, finally done with their decade-long custody battle. They’ve made a pact: “We cut together. We choose together. No more negotiating with ghosts. No more committee meetings about whether we’re allowed to leave. We KNOW. So we move.”
This isn’t a sword of division. This is the blade of integration. (Yes, even your INTERNAL relationship was a shitshow. I know. We’re all out here trying. It’s fine.)
The King of Swords is the part of you that sees without fog, decides without drama, and cuts without apology. He doesn’t hack and slash. He doesn’t rage-quit and burn the whole forest. He moves like a laser: precise, clean, surgical. A frequency blade of pure light that separates what’s yours from what isn’t. What’s alive from what’s memory. What’s truth from what’s just... loyalty to a story.
In quantum physics, observation collapses the wave function. Before you observe, infinite possibilities exist simultaneously. But the moment you LOOK, the moment you bring consciousness to it, the wave collapses into one reality. All those parallel timelines where you’re still trying to make it work? Where you’re still giving it one more month, one more conversation, one more chance? The King chooses ONE. He doesn’t waffle. He doesn’t spiral. He looks at the infinite superposition of “but maybe if I just...” and says: “No. This timeline ends here.”
Here’s the quantum mindfuck: every time you choose maintenance over truth, you’re feeding energy to a version of reality where you’re still trapped in the loop. You’re keeping that timeline alive. Breathing into it. Sustaining it with your attention. The King’s cut doesn’t just make a decision. It interrupts the eternal return. It collapses the wave function AND breaks the cycle of repetition. It says to every version of you across the multiverse, across every dimension where you’re still trying: “Stop. We’re closing this timeline. Effective immediately. No appeals. We’re done.”
New coordinates in the field. New frequency. New you.
That’s not violence. That’s sovereignty. That’s the return of your divine authority. Neurologically, this is your prefrontal cortex coming back online. The executive function part of your brain that can SEE, THINK, CHOOSE: not from panic, not from wound, but from presence.
Your prefrontal cortex right now: “Oh thank GOD someone competent is driving again. I’ve been WAITING for you to fire the seven-year-old from the CEO position. She’s lovely but she has no business running operations.”
This is the neurobiological return of your power. Your nervous system EXHALES because finally, finally, someone it trusts is at the wheel. And that someone is you. Not the wounded you. Not the trying-to-prove you. The sovereign you who knows that choosing yourself isn’t selfish: it’s the whole fucking point.
Somatically, the moment you make the cut, your diaphragm releases. That tightness between your heart and throat, GONE. Your solar plexus unclenches. Your jaw softens. You take your first full breath in months and it feels like your lungs just remembered they’re allowed to expand all the way. Your body believes you again.
The King’s blade severs the energetic cord: that invisible attachment that’s been draining your field like a vampire with a direct deposit. But here’s what’s crucial to understand: You’re not cutting the thing you created. You’re cutting your IDENTIFICATION with it. You’re not destroying love. You’re releasing the obligation to keep something alive that no longer vibrates at your frequency. You’re not saying it was never real. You’re saying “The form no longer follows the frequency. And I choose the frequency.”
The cut isn’t rejection. The cut is precision. It’s love with boundaries. It’s honoring what was while refusing to embalm it and call that devotion. (Also? Your inner child isn’t even mad about this. She’s been WAITING for you to fire her from this unpaid internship she never applied for in the first place. She’s ready to go play. She’s been ready. You’re the one who kept promoting her to positions she’s not qualified for.)
TEN OF SWORDS: THE WAR IS OVER
And now we arrive at the advice card: 10 of Swords. The image everyone fears. Betrayal. Defeat. The dramatic end. But babe, look closer. This isn’t one sword in your back. It’s TEN. An entire ARMY of suffering that has finally, finally, laid down its weapons and said, “You know what? I’m tired. This war is boring. I quit.”
This is the moment when every internal battle you’ve been waging: between who you were and who you’re becoming, between guilt and freedom, between the wounded child running the show and the sovereign adult who’s ready to steer… comes to a full stop. Not because you collapsed in defeat. Because you CHOSE to stop fighting. You’re not cutting from weakness here. You’re cutting from WHOLENESS. There’s a distinction, and it matters:
Weak cuts sound like: “I can’t take this anymore. I’m broken. I failed. I give up.” (Escape. Collapse. Running away.)
Sovereign cuts sound like: “This is no longer mine to carry. I release it with love. I honor its completion.” (Evolution. Integration. Walking toward your truth.)
See the difference? One is reactionary. The other is revelatory. One runs FROM. The other walks TOWARD. The 10 of Swords isn’t about being defeated by life. It’s about the war with yourself finally ending because both sides, your masculine and feminine, your head and heart, your logic and intuition, have agreed to the same truth. “We’re done here. And that’s okay. And we’re not bad for knowing it.”
SIX OF WANDS (DON’T): THE LIE OF MUSCLE MEMORY
But wait, here’s where it gets tricky. The warning card is 6 of Wands. Victory. Progress. Public recognition. The hero riding into town on a horse, getting applause for battles won, traditionally. So why the hell is THIS a “don’t”?
Because muscle memory will fuck you sideways if you’re not paying attention.Your body has danced this dance so many times it doesn’t need your conscious permission anymore. You think you’re making a sovereign choice. But really? You’re just replaying the pattern because it’s familiar. Your basal ganglia, your cerebellum, your spinal cord… they’re running the show on autopilot. They’re efficient little bastards. Great for tying your shoes. Terrible, sometimes, for living your truth.
While you think you’re making empowered decisions, your nervous system is just executing the last saved file from 2003: maintain, perform, please, repeat, get validated, maintain again, perform harder. This is you showing up to a job you quit three years ago, sitting at the desk, checking emails that aren’t even yours anymore just because your body remembers the route and your brain is too tired to interrupt.
Six of Wands says: Don’t build on the old foundation just because you know where the bricks are. Don’t use past success as permission to keep doing what worked then. Because “then” isn’t NOW. You’ll end up building a gorgeous monument to a version of yourself that no longer exists. A museum. A memorial. And you’ll be the tour guide, explaining to visitors, “Yes, she was very successful here in 2019. Very committed. Very devoted. No one’s seen her since.”
And here’s the real trap: your ego will want a parade for this cut. Your ego wants a Netflix documentary. A memoir. A TED Talk. The Maintenance Loop: How I Learned to Let Go and Found Myself. It wants to perform the bravery. Get the applause. Hear people say, “Wow, you’re so strong.”
But babe, the SECOND you perform your transformation for external validation, you’ve just re-entered the arena. You’ve just signed up for another maintenance loop, except now it’s maintaining the story of how you escaped the last maintenance loop. (I see you. I know. It’s very meta. But it’s also true.)
This cut isn’t for Instagram. It’s not for your highlight reel. It’s not even for your closest friends to witness and affirm. This cut is for your energetic field. And your field doesn’t need applause. It doesn’t need witnesses. It needs your quiet, unshakeable, non-negotiable KNOWING. The kind of knowing that doesn’t require a single person to understand it.
THE TRUTH NOBODY WANTS TO HEAR (But Everyone Needs To)
Because here’s the raw, unfiltered, no-bullshit truth that every spiritual teacher is too polite to say out loud: Love without boundaries isn’t love, it’s an energy leak through the wound of your trying to be enough.
Read it again. Slower.
Real love, sovereign love, KNOWS when to release. Real love doesn’t martyr itself on the altar of “but I created this.” Real love doesn’t bleed out in the name of loyalty and call that devotion. Real love says: “I honor what this was. I see its sacredness. I bow to what we built together. AND, I honor myself enough to let it complete.”
The cut isn’t proof you didn’t love hard enough. The cut is proof you loved yourself enough to stop bleeding out in service of a form that’s already finished its assignment. Because here’s what they don’t tell you in the fairytales: everything born from love eventually asks to die. Not because it was wrong. Because it was RIGHT for that moment. For that version of you. For that frequency. And now?
The form no longer follows the frequency. The structure no longer serves the spirit. The container is cracked and you’re still trying to hold water in it, wondering why you’re always exhausted, always wet, always failing. You’re not failing. The form is complete. And completion isn’t failure. Completion is the entire fucking point.
Only the clarity of the cut can interrupt the maintenance loop. Only your precision, your willingness to wield the blade of truth without apology, can free what has outgrown its holiness. Not because it was never holy. Because it fulfilled its purpose. And now the most sacred thing you can do is release it with gratitude and walk the fuck away.
THIS WEEK SUPPORTS:
✨ Decisions that don’t need a defense attorney
✨ Endings that don’t require a 12-page explanation
✨ No’s that feel like relief, not rebellion
✨ Releasing what your body can no longer afford to maintain
✨ Letting dead things die without a eulogy
🚫 Maintaining shit out of guilt, obligation, or fear of being “the bad guy”
🚫 Seeking external validation for your internal knowing
🚫 Building on old templates just because you know where the nails are
🚫 Confusing loyalty to a dying form with love
🚫 Performing your transformation for applause
THE PORTAL
Your truth doesn’t need permission. It doesn’t need consensus. It doesn’t need anyone to co-sign it. It just needs space. And this week? The field is WIDE open if you’re brave enough to stop maintaining what’s already complete. If you’re sovereign enough to walk away without apology, without looking back, without needing anyone to understand.
That’s the royal cut. That’s your new timeline. That’s the frequency you’ve been looking for and it was inside you the whole time, waiting for you to stop trying and start CHOOSING.
Now go. The war is over. And babe? You already won. 👑⚔️✨
🩻 The Practice:“Swords in Bones, Sticks Melting Out of Muscle
Or: How to Stop Being a Walking Civil War and Actually Choose a Fucking Timeline
INTENTION: Activate clarity through your skeleton and release the ancient battle programming stuck in your muscles like old gum under a desk.
EFFECTS: Directed consciousness, cutting old programs, evicting identities that have been squatting in your tissue rent-free since 2003.
🔮 PREP (aka Don’t Skip This Part Unless You Want It to Be Weird)
Find a quiet place. Stand like royalty or sit with your spine doing its best “I am a divine antenna” impression.
Turn OFF the music. Yes, even the healing frequencies playlist. This isn’t background noise time. This is you meeting your skeleton time.
Make sure your body is warm but calm. Like a cat in sunlight. Not like a cat about to fight another cat.
The breath here? Not forced. This isn’t cardio. This isn’t Wim Hof. This is alchemy disguised as breathing. You’re not doing technique. You’re becoming present until the technique does you.
(If you’re rolling your eyes right now like “ugh so woo-woo,” just try it once and then you can judge. Deal?)
🌬️ STEP 1: Breathing INTO Your Bones (Sword Energy)
Okay, here’s where it gets witchy.
🔹 Bring your attention to your spine. Not your back muscles. Not your skin. Your actual spine, the bony rod holding your entire existence together like the world’s most underappreciated structural engineer. Your spine? That’s your body’s sword. The central blade. The energetic lightsaber. The thing that keeps you upright even when your life is a dumpster fire.
🔹 Now inhale DIRECTLY into that line. Not into your lungs (they’ll get air, don’t worry). Into the space of your spine. Like you’re filling the bones themselves with light. Imagine the air you’re breathing is crystalline sword-light: sharp, clear, no bullshit. Not soft and fluffy. Not “gentle healing vibes.” This is precision frequency entering your skeletal system.
🔹 With each breath, go deeper into the bones:
Pelvic bones (your foundation, your “I’m not going anywhere” architecture)
Sacrum (that triangular bone at the base of your spine that literally means “sacred”)
Ribs (the cage around your heart, but not a prison, a temple lattice)
Collarbones (wing-swords across your chest, because you’re basically an angel with boundary issues)
Jawbone (the gateway of your truth, the hinge that lets words OUT or keeps lies IN)
📿 Hold the breath in your bones for 3 seconds and say internally: “I am clarity.”
Not “I’m trying to be clear.” Not “I hope I get clear someday.” “I AM clarity.” Present tense. Non-negotiable. Already done. (Your bones will believe you before your mind does. Let them lead.)
🥁 STEP 2: Exhale OUT of Your Muscles (Stick Energy)
Now here’s where we melt the old war.
🔸 Start exhaling through all the muscles that have been carrying the fight. And babe, you KNOW which ones. The ones that are tight right now just from me mentioning them.
🔸 Exhale through your mouth. Make it audible. Make it sound like you’re pushing smoke out of your body, because you are. Energetic smoke. The residue of every battle you didn’t know you were still fighting.
🔸 With every exhale, let these muscles RELEASE the pattern of effort:
Face muscles (yeah, you’ve been clenching your face like it owes you money)
Neck and shoulders (the “I’m fine everything’s fine” zone)
Jaw (hello, nighttime grinding and daytime people-pleasing)
Belly (where you’ve been holding “I’m not safe” since childhood)
Thighs and glutes (carrying you AND the weight of unspoken truth)
Arms and hands (gripping, holding, trying to control outcomes)
📿 Say to yourself: “I no longer carry this war.”
Not “I’ll try to let go.” Not “Maybe someday I’ll release this.” “I no longer.” That’s a fucking DECREE.
🔸 If you feel a muscle tighten or resist? STAY THERE with your exhale. Breathe into that spot like you’re melting an ice sculpture with your breath. Let the exhale be a stick dissolving in slow motion. No force. Just presence. Just heat. (And if tears come, or yawning, or shaking? GOOD. That’s not you falling apart. That’s the program exiting the building.)
STEP 3: The Cut (aka The Part Where You Become the Main Character)
When you feel energy alive in your bones and silence in your muscles, when the sword is awake and the sticks have melted, it’s time.
Lift one arm. Slowly. Like you mean it.
Close your eyes.
Make a slow, intentional cutting motion through the space in front of you.
Not a flail. Not a chop. A sovereign, precise slice: like you’re physically severing an old timeline with the blade of your own clarity.
📿 Say out loud (or internally if you’re in a Starbucks and don’t want to get kicked out): “This is no longer mine. I choose clarity.” Feel how the resonance of your bones guides the movement. This isn’t coming from your muscles. It’s not coming from effort or “trying hard.” This is pure will from the marrow. From the core. From the part of you that KNOWS. (Yes, you might feel silly doing this. Do it anyway. Your future self is already thanking you.)
🧬 CLOSING: Sealing the New Timeline (Don’t Skip This or the Portal Stays Open)
Sit down. Or stay standing if your knees are feeling sassy. Place your palms on your ribs. Both sides. Like you’re holding your own torso with the tenderness you’d give a sacred text. Close your eyes.
Feel the whole architecture: bones, muscles, the space between. The temple you live in. The vehicle you’ve been driving without a manual.
Now visualize a new timeline, a clean, clear line of light, extending forward from your spine. Not from your head (your head has been wrong before). From your spine. Your central truth rod.
📿 Say: “I now live from my core. And only what is true comes with me.”
Inhale one more time deep, into the bones. And KNOW, not hope, not wish, KNOW that the cut is made. The old loop? Closed. The new frequency? Activated.
You? Sovereign as fuck.
💎 POST-PRACTICE NOTES (aka Don’t Freak Out)
💎 Do this practice for 3 days in a row. Consistency isn’t about being rigid. It’s about teaching your nervous system that this new frequency is the default now, not a one-time guest appearance.
💎 If tears show up? Let them. If yawning comes in waves? Yawn like you’re trying to dislocate your jaw. If shaking or trembling happens? YOU’RE RELEASING PROGRAMMED LAYERS FROM YOUR FUCKING TISSUE. This is not a malfunction. This is the upgrade installing.
💎 Don’t try to understand it intellectually. Your prefrontal cortex will want to analyze, label, figure it out. Tell it: “Thank you for your service, but I’m running this from the bones now.”
Just breathe. Just choose. Just cut. The rest? Already handled.
Now go. The sword is awake. The war is over. And you? You’re free. 👑⚔️✨
Thank you, thank you, thank you ❤️
Brilliant read..
Thank you 🙏