The False Target

Metaphorical Narrative

Imagine standing in a storm that was never meant for you.
Lightning cracks, voices thunder, and the sky rages with stress that doesn’t belong to your body. But because you are there—small, open, and alive—the storm makes you its target. The bolts don’t just split the sky; they split your nervous system, writing fear into the muscles of your back and the beat of your heart.

You walk away carrying the storm, as if it were your fault the clouds broke open. The weight settles in your bones: “When others are angry, I must be to blame.”

But here is the truth: storms have no right to strike a child. Their weather was never yours. You don’t carry clouds anymore.

Core Insight

Your body remembers the yelling and still expects punishment whenever stress appears. That loop is a lie. Their frustration was never a measure of your worth. Their anger was never proof of your guilt. You were the child in the room—not the cause, not the target, not the storm.

Saturday Experiment

Today, when you notice stress in the air—whether in traffic, at work, or in someone else’s sigh—pause for one breath. Place your hand on your chest and quietly tell your body:
👉 “Other people’s stress is not my punishment.”
👉 “I don’t carry storms that aren’t mine.”

Visualize handing the storm back. See the dark cloud shrink and return to its rightful place, outside your body.

Sunday Reflection

Write about one moment where you felt targeted by someone’s stress. On paper, separate the two:

• What belonged to them (their storm).
• What belonged to you (your innocence, your freedom).

Then let your Two Slots King step in. Write a final line in his voice:
🔥 “I do not accept hand-me-down anger. I burn it.”