The Sacred Predator does not arrive in abstraction or imagination. It comes to look through our eyes, to signal through our body, to act from within our marrow. When we act in its name too soon, we risk mistaking our baggage for its sight. We risk moving from unexamined indoctrination, from wounds unhealed, from immaturities undeveloped, or from the Protector Self that imitates fierceness but is fueled by defense and survival. The Sacred Predator does not confuse itself with

These two forces often feed each other. Victim energy and Predatory energy are entangled. They both disconnect us from truth. They both create confusion in the field. And most people have both alive in them—running unconscious, running fast, running the show.

We spend our lives swimming in power currents we pretend aren’t there. One of the most corrosive mistakes we make—especially those of us drawn to healing, devotion, or “goodness”—is treating predator energy as inherently harmful.

The average seeker is pursuing a life that is fulfilling to them, to find their purpose, to live their potential. The mystic is not seeking this. The mystic seeks to get out of the way of the life that is in them, to allow it movement, to follow where it leads, even when this clashes with, or offends, the dominant culture in which they find themselves. 

nstantly, I fully embodied the situation, thrusting my hand to his throat and fighting him. He was surprised, like he couldn't believe I came out from his spell.