You’re Not Broken—You’re Being Initiated
Sacred Wound
“But what is passion, what are emotions? There is the source of fire, there is the fullness of energy. A man who is not on fire is nothing: he is ridiculous, he is two-dimensional. He must be on fire even if he does make a fool of himself. A flame must burn somewhere, otherwise no light shines; there is no warmth, nothing.”
― C.G. Jung
They told you something was wrong with you. They called you too sensitive, too angry, too lost. They offered you diagnoses and prayers, pills and platitudes, or worse—they met your ache with silence. For a long time, you believed them. You stared at the wreckage inside you—the grief, the patterns you couldn’t break, the numbness that wrapped itself around your ribs—and whispered the only story the world had given you: maybe I’m broken.
But beneath the brokenness, something older stirred. A knowing buried under layers of doctrines, diagnoses, and cultural scripts. The Wizzan Path names it for what it has always been: an initiation.
"You are not broken. You are being initiated."
Trauma is not a flaw to erase. It is a threshold. When betrayal tears through the heart, when grief suffocates the lungs, when the body becomes a battlefield of memory, you are not only wounded. You are standing at the door of the underworld. And while the world will tell you to slam that door, to numb it, fix it, outrun it, your body keeps it open. The symptoms, the chaos, the trembling—they are not failures. They are the proof that the ancient current is still alive in you, still demanding to be felt.
This is why healing rarely looks like fixing. It looks like descending. Into the memory. Into the body. Into the trembling places the light forgot. You are not here to climb above the wound. You are here to enter it fully, to cross into the underworld of your own being, and reclaim the soul-fragments left behind.
The Wound as Door and Teacher
In the Wizzan Temple, the wound is not pathology. It is the doorway. Every ache is a glyph—a living symbol etched into your body by the forces of your own evolution. When you stop fleeing the discomfort and sit inside it, breathe inside it, the wound speaks. Not in tidy affirmations, but in sensations, nausea, dreams, and synchronicities. This is where the work begins. Not in the cards, not in the books, but in the raw language of your nervous system. The Oracle is your body. The Temple is your wound.
“Genuine feelings cannot be produced, nor can they be eradicated. We can only repress them, delude ourselves, and deceive our bodies. The body sticks to the facts.”
― Alice Miller
In every living tradition, the wound was sacred. The initiate was broken open, not as punishment, but as the necessary cracking of the old shell. The breaking made space for the vision, the power, the kind of compassion that cannot be taught or bought. You do not return from such an initiation as the person who entered. You return carrying something fierce. Something the systems of control have always feared.
This is not about domination. It is not about superiority. It is the raw truth of your being rising through the cracks of your conditioning. It is the vision that lets you see through the scripts of culture, through the masks people wear to survive. It is the compassion that comes not from pity, but from having walked through hell and carried back the embers.
The Inner Child Is the Gatekeeper
The Inner Child holds the key. Not as a poetic metaphor, but as a living, breathing presence in your belly, in your breath, in your tears. It is the one who was there when the wound happened. It still stands at the gate. You do not outgrow it. You turn toward it. You meet it. You prove to it that you are willing to stay. It holds the map. It always has.
"The wound is where the light enters you."
—Rumi
The Fire That Shapes You
The Wizzan Path offers no purity, no perfection. It offers the fire at the center of your chaos. It teaches you to burn in it until your true shape emerges. Your trauma does not disqualify you from awakening. It is the initiation into it. It is what cracked you open so the roar could rise, so the scream could become a song, so the wound could become the god.
And if you are reading this, you already know. You are still here. After the betrayals, the losses, the silences that crushed your ribs from the inside. You are still breathing. Still listening. Still carrying the ember.
That is not weakness.
It is the summons.
The Wizzan Path begins in the broken places, but it does not leave you there. It invites you to stand inside the living Temple of your own being, to speak with the Oracle of your body, to carve the scar into a sigil. You are not here to be fixed. You are here to become a vessel for the Great Mystery.
Not because you deserved the pain.
But because your soul knew it could carry the fire.
—Zzenn
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