Sanctum Isn’t Safe: Why True Sacred Space is Uncomfortable.

“What if the peace we seek shake us— before it soothes us?”

Let’s not think too hard on the title and misconstrued my legacy here.

Vox Sanctum is and will always be a SAFE sacred space for our voice to thrive where our souls speak freely! Anything we talk about in this space is sacred and respected this is not a place where judgement dwells & Haters Yell. This frequency over HERE is DIVINELY PROTECTED, and it give them Demons Hell You Hear me!

However, this sanctum at the same time is not safe place—for those who too fucking scared to go beyond the surface. Those are the muthafuckas who not ready to confront the shit we don’t want to talk about because some shit gone be uncomfortable to face. So, they might need to find a church where they pat yo back, pray and shout you a song to worship Jehovah while you wait on a white man to come from the sky and give you peace and salvation lmao cause Vox Sanctum gone make you think about some shit whether it be my shit or yours ima give you something to think about honey.!

Evolving isn’t pretty but neither is the “Peace” we seek. When we hear the word peace; somewhere quiet, candles, meditation all types of calm shit come to mind, but the reality of “REAL PEACE” is ugly as a bitch; until it transforms you into the peace your soul truly seek.

Everybody wants peace, but nobody talks about how peace will drag you first.
How it’ll tear through your comfort zones, rip open what you’ve been hiding, and ask you to sit in the rubble of your former self.

See, when we say “peace,” we picture candles, soft music, maybe a prayer or two with your crystals lined up just right.
But real peace?
That peace that hits your bones? Have you “Ugly Crying” sliding down a wall.. Yeah, it don’t come in gently—it comes in swinging honey.

It makes you walk away from people you thought you’d die loving.
It makes you confront the toxic shit you used to justify as “loyalty.”
It makes you realize your silence was survival—not serenity.

Peace don’t just come to calm you—it comes to clean you.
And baby, that cleaning hurts. It’s loud. It’s lonely. It’s full of grieving the version of you that kept the chaos close just to feel safe.

But when you surrender—when you stop begging for peace to feel good and let it do good—
that’s when it starts to soothe.
That’s when you stop chasing the feeling and become the sanctuary.
Not for everybody else.
For you.

True peace comes from within. No matter where you look for it whether it be through religion, spirituality, friends, drugs, liquor, therapy hell wherever you wanna try to find it; it’s gone always lead you back to self-deep within SELF where the ugly live & the fear thrive. We have to accept the fact that comfort means confrontation.

I’m just gone keep it real! You have to confront your fears, your mistakes, your past, hell and might as well throw some friends and fake ass family in there to cause once you start unpacking you gone have a thang or three to say to some folks! Yes, confrontation brings discomfort but it’s often the path to peace as well. A path we can get high and walk together.

Welp Speaking of High It’s time for me to roll up & Meditate

Love Yall

P.S

I hate writing my blogs on my computer because I need emoji to help me express this shit a little better, I can be sarcastic at times, and I want y’all to know when I’m being sarcastic lmao!