Archetypal Love Story & Rituals
This is the myth of the Haunted Beloved—one who has seen too much, perhaps lost faith, yet is still being called homethrough the fog. “Monsters” is sung from the liminal space between the wound and the return, where the past lingers like smoke and the heart keeps reaching through it anyway.
The central ritual here is Reconciliation—the sacrament of confession, of speaking aloud what the soul has carried alone. The monsters in the song are not just external—they are the inner ghosts, regrets, and shadows that keep us from stepping into full love. And still, the invitation persists.
This song walks alongside the Mystical Christ archetype, the one who descends into Hades not to conquer, but to retrieve. The beloved here is not trying to fix anyone. They are waiting, candle lit, voice steady.
Catholic High Mass Ritual Tidbit
“Monsters” echoes the Confiteor—the act of laying bare what has gone unseen or unspoken:
“Through my fault, through my fault, through my most grievous fault…”
But here, the tone is gentle. No punishment. Just the aching hope that someone still sees the light inside the wreckage.
Gems and Minerals Symbolism
Obsidian—the volcanic glass of inner truth and psychic shadow work—stands at the core of this track. It’s the stone of protection and revelation, pulling hidden fears into the light with grace. Obsidian helps us name our monsters, not to banish them, but to integrate them.
This is a song for those in the deep night of the soul, and Obsidian is a silent guardian at that threshold.
West Coast Swing Usable Tidbit
This track’s slow, moody energy makes it ideal for weighted syncopation, slip catches, and tethered two-hand connections. Explore push-pull phrasing and let the music invite micro-emotions into the dance. This is a perfect moment for lyrical storytelling—dancing what can’t quite be said aloud.
Divine Counterpart Field
From the masculine field, almost afraid to believe he’s still wanted:
Even with these monsters... will you still call me yours?
From the feminine field, unwavering and fierce in soft truth:
I knew you before your monsters had names.
From the future where wholeness is embodied:
You made peace with your shadows—and I made space for the light that followed.
This is not a song of despair.
It’s the whisper in the ruins that says:
You’re still worthy. Come home.
For the House of Gaga – MOM Little Monsters are HIM and Home, bitch.
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