This is a story to reflect on the energies of this opposition and how to better harness them, hope you enjoy…
“The Battle Beneath the Mountain”
There was once a mountain so ancient that its roots touched the underworld. Beneath it lay a kingdom of silent power — the Realm of the Deep, ruled by a force unseen: Pluto, the Lord of Hidden Depths.
Above the mountain, in a village of restless warriors, lived a young fighter named Kael. His spirit burned with the fire of Mars — bold, impatient, hungry to conquer the world. He could not stand the slow, unseen forces he did not control. “If I cannot break it, I will burn it down,” he often swore.
One night, Kael dreamed that the mountain whispered to him: “Come and claim what you seek. But beware: power taken by force will devour its bearer.”
Awakening filled with rage and excitement, Kael set out at once. Sword in hand, he charged up the mountain, hacking through thorn and stone, determined to seize the secret power rumored to lie beneath.
As he reached the summit, the earth trembled. A rift opened, pulling him into the darkness below.He fell into Pluto’s realm — a labyrinth of mirrors and shadows, where no enemy could be struck, only faced.
There, Pluto appeared not as a monster, but as a silent mirror of Kael’s own rage, fear, ambition, and hunger.“You seek to conquer, but what you fight is yourself,” Pluto said, voice like molten stone. “Strike me, and you strike your own soul.”
Kael, furious, attacked the shadows. Every blow he dealt opened wounds in himself. Every victory became a chain around his spirit.The deeper he fought, the weaker he became.
Finally, broken and exhausted, Kael fell to his knees. For the first time, he dropped his sword — not out of defeat, but out of surrender to truth. He realized that true power was not in domination, but in mastery of his own darkness.
The mountain rumbled again. Pluto stepped aside, and a path of golden light appeared.Kael rose, transformed — not as a conqueror, but as a master of himself. His strength no longer burned out of control; it now radiated from within, steady as the heart of the earth.
He returned to the village — not with tales of victory, but with the silent strength that no one could break. From that day on, wherever Kael walked, the earth itself seemed to breathe with him.