Rage as Sacred Fire
- Karen Di Gloria
- 3 days ago
- 3 min read
Let’s go straight for the jugular:
Your rage isn’t the threat.
Your emotional evasion is.
Rage isn’t low vibration.
Rage isn’t “unspiritual.”
Rage isn’t something to drown in herbal tea and Pinterest affirmations.
Rage is your soul saying:
“Get the fuck up. You’re done shrinking.”
Rage is the heat that rises
when you’ve been peace-performing yourself into invisibility.
It’s the moment your spirit refuses to tolerate
one more ounce of self-erasure.
Rage is the part of you that refuses to die quietly.
But people who float around with their
“rainbows and butterflies” spirituality
have convinced you that anger is dangerous.
Let me tell you what’s actually dangerous:
Pretending you’re okay.
Pretending you don’t care.
Pretending silence is maturity.
Pretending composure = enlightenment.
Suppressing rage doesn’t make you a saint —
it makes you a ghost inside your own life.
Rage Isn’t Disruption — It’s Revelation
People assume rage equals chaos.
But sacred rage?
That’s clarity.
That’s fucking honesty.
Rage is your body yelling:
“This is too much.”
“They crossed a line.”
“Stop sacrificing yourself.”
“You’re betraying your own standards.”
Rage is truth in its wildest, purest form.
It’s not the fire that destroys you —
it’s the fire that reveals everything blocking your way.
Why Women Fear Their Own Fire
Let’s call it out:
Women are conditioned from birth to fear their own heat.
We’re told anger makes us:
unstable
dramatic
bitchy
unreasonable
“too emotional”
unspiritual
hard to love
So we grow up internalizing this survival tactic:
Don’t burn too bright.
Don’t upset anyone.
Don’t call shit out.
Stay likable.
Stay digestible.
Stay small.
And where does all that denied fire go?
Into the stomach.
Into migraines.
Into resentment disguised as forgiveness.
Into numbness that masquerades as acceptance.
When a woman suppresses her rage,
she doesn’t become peaceful —
she becomes soul-numbed.
Your Fire Never Wanted to Harm You — Only What’s Hurting You
Here’s the part that nobody tells you:
Sacred rage isn’t destructive —
it’s purifying.
It burns the lie.
Burns the self-doubt.
Burns the “I’m fine.”
Burns the watered-down version of you
you’ve been performing for approval.
Fire clears the path.
It doesn’t take your spirit —
it hands it back.
Reactive rage lashes out.
Sacred rage cuts through.
Clean. Precise.
A scalpel blazing with truth.
Sacred rage is the moment your soul says:
“Enough.”
Why Spiritual Spaces Fear Anger
Because anger annihilates illusion.
Anger exposes:
power imbalances
manipulation dressed as kindness
emotional freeloading
fake harmony
spiritual sedation
every boundary you should’ve set a mile ago
Anger is the torch in the cave.
The spotlight on everyone’s bullshit.
The fire that melts masks.
Rainbows-and-butterflies spirituality hates anger
because anger makes you impossible to control.
Peace is easy to manage.
A woman with fire?
She changes the room just by breathing.
Your Rage Isn’t a Wound — It’s Your Resurrection
Read this slowly:
You don’t feel rage because you’re damaged.
You feel rage because you’re done tolerating the damage.
Rage is your nervous system saying:
“Wake up."
“Walk away.”
“Say the fucking truth.”
“Stop breaking yourself to keep the peace.”
“You’re worth more than this.”
Your healing doesn’t begin with calm —
it begins with fire.
It begins the moment you stop hiding your heat
so other people can stay comfortable.
The Invitation
Ask yourself — honestly:
Where is your rage trying to free you?
Who drains you?
What situation insults your spirit?
What boundary have you bulldozed for the last time?
Where are you editing your truth?
What bullshit have you been spiritualizing instead of calling out?
Who benefits from your silence?
Rage is not a tantrum.
It’s a compass.
A truth-signal.
A reclamation.
Let your fire speak.
Let it name the thing.
Let it clear the path.
You weren’t born to be polite.
You were born to be whole.
Stop dimming.
Start burning.
Your spirit is not asking you to calm down —
it’s asking you to rise.
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In sacred rebellion,
Karen Di Gloria 🔥
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