
this angel of vengeance hits hard
she feels carved from the cold strata beneath
our usual feelings, stepping out of the psyche’s
deepest chambers.
this is what the soul looks like when it decides that clarity matters more than comfort. vengeance here isn’t petty retribution, it’s the fierce, surgical commitment to cutting away what has stalled your becoming. her swords aren’t raised in rage but in resolve.
if you sit with this as a narrative alchemist, the figure becomes a mirror. every major transformation has an inner guardian like this one, a presence that insists on truth before mercy, action before excuses. it’s the part of you that refuses to postpone the work any longer.
here’s a practical step to turn this into something usable:
take five minutes and write a single sentence beginning with:
“The truth I can no longer step around is…”
let the angel stand watch as you name it. this is how symbolic fire becomes momentum.













