Crocodile Water, Dungeon Doors
Fear memories often linger as landscapes — crocodile water, dirt pits, dungeon doors. Old survival strategies explode outward, but true freedom comes when the war cry gives way to peace.
Friday, September 5, 2025
Metaphorical Narrative
There is a stretch of land where the water does not flow. It sits still, green, dangerous. Beneath the surface something waits, a crocodile that does not move until you dare to trust the water. Beside it is dirt that swallows feet whole, dragging a body into the ground as if it wants to erase your existence. And further along stands the dungeon—doors closed, window cracked just enough to remind you of the dark that’s still kept inside.
For years the body’s answer was the war cry. Explode out. Tear restraints with raw force. Rage against whatever held you. It worked—until the day it didn’t. The cry echoed, but the fear stayed. The swamp remained. The dungeon didn’t move. That’s when the truth showed up: the war cry is not the ending — it is only the doorway. What comes after war cry is peace.
Core Insight
Fear memory doesn’t disappear with time; it waits in symbols. Still water. Crocodiles. Dirt that drags. Locked dungeons. The nervous system draws these films to remind you of threat. And sometimes the old coping trick—violent release—loses its magic. Because freedom isn’t tearing things apart; it’s authoring the next scene. The King of Two Slots doesn’t rage. He steps forward, and the environment yields. After the cry, the calm stride is what brings lasting freedom.
Saturday Experiment
Find a quiet place and let one of the fear scenes return—crocodile water, dirt pit, dungeon. Feel the charge rise, maybe even the impulse to explode or cry out. Instead of feeding it, pause. Stand taller. Say out loud: “This is finished. I stand here now.” Watch as the scene begins to dissolve, not because you destroyed it, but because you didn’t need to.
Sunday Reflection
Write two lists:
- The old survival rituals that once worked but now exhaust you.
- The new stance you choose now: calm stride, peace after the war cry.
Notice how different the energy feels when you’re no longer burning through fear, but walking with sovereign presence. That’s when the crocodiles fade, the ground steadies, and the dungeon doors open by themselves.