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The Story

Change that goes with the grain of God's Creation.

The abuse I survived — this work could never have been written without it. Would I sign up for this assignment again? Absolutely never. It's been hell.

But it's here now. I'm here now. Against the odds.

Every hero's journey begins with a call. Leave the ordinary world. Cross the threshold. Find the elixir that heals what is broken. But sometimes the first call is a mis-start. The hero enters the wrong forest, fights the wrong battle, pursues the wrong prize. And somewhere in the middle of that wrong journey, finds the right one.

I prepared for the wrong journey first. What I thought I was building toward turned out to be the doorway to what I was actually designed to build.

God works it all for good. Even the detours. Especially the detours.

I wrote the Sacred Self model for me. Then I found hundreds more Me. And now, thousands have raised their hands.

Turns out we have something in common. The Story of You. And a loving God who never stopped writing it.

The Sacred Self model was built from lived experience and hard-won wisdom. This poem tells the story behind it — the long road from wound to throne.

The Kingmaker

Bonnie L. Ayotte

In a Kingdom cloaked by dreaming skies,

A child was born with seeking eyes.

They named him well, yet not quite true.

His name was old, his Soul was new.

He shone with light from Heaven's gate,

But passed through mist to meet his fate.

For all who walk the Mortal Land

Must first forget the King's Command.

His mother loved, yet could not guide.

Her Mirror cracked her Spirit wide.

She taught him rules to stay alive,

But not the truth to help him thrive.

So in her place, the Regent came;

A shadow-self, both guard and flame.

"I'll keep you safe," the Regent said,

And crowned the child inside his head.

The boy grew tall, the years moved fast,

But by the Mirror, he walked past.

And every step from Liberty

Rewrote his name and destiny.

The Regent built a house of fear,

Where flesh did reign, year after year.

He forged the Sims to hold control.

False prisons for the sleeping Soul.

While Sabotage sang, "You'll surely fail!"

Grief wailed on, "You've missed the trail."

Bitterness cried, "They owe you still!"

The Imposter lied, "You lack the skill."

Yet, deep within, behind the lies,

The ember burned beneath the guise.

For though the Mirror dimmed from view,

It held his face. Its Image, true.

Then one dark night, the boy now grown

Went walking past the broken throne.

Through forest thick and silence deep,

He met the place where stars don't sleep.

There in the pool, the Mirror lay;

God's Perfect Law, not cast away.

And in its frame he saw once more,

A face he's loved, long lost before.

The Word was there — the Man Divine.

The Christ who walked beyond all time.

And in that glance, the fire returned.

The King remembered. The King had learned.

To reach the Throne, he faced the fight,

With Sword of Truth and Spirit light.

He passed the trials, one by one,

Until the Regent was undone.

"You served me once," the King confessed.

"But now I walk in truth and rest."

The Regent bowed and left the Seat.

The Soul stood tall. The reign complete.

And so he ruled, not through control,

But letting Liberty make whole.

And every life he touched began

To see the Mirror, to know the Plan.

The Kingdom bloomed. The veil was torn.

From ashen love, a King reborn.

Not made by might, nor crowned by birth,

But forged through fire, to free the Earth.

I went to therapy school because nobody could help me.

Change that goes with the grain of God's Creation.

The Kingmaker

You've read the story.
Now let's rewrite yours.

I went to therapy school because nobody could help me.

Change that goes with the grain of God's Creation.

The Kingmaker

You've read the story.Now let's rewrite yours.

You've read the story.
Now let's rewrite yours.