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