How to Shrink Your Own Monsters: Using the Power of Mantra

Somewhere between a whisper and a promise, there is a power waiting to be found. It lives in the words we say aloud… and the ones we dare to believe.

In Unbroken Legacy: The Divine Seed, Isabella learns that the monsters we fear can grow — but so can our courage. And sometimes, all it takes is a single phrase, spoken with heart, to shift the world around us.

This is the magic of a mantra: a small string of words that carries the weight of hope, change, and new beginnings.

Now, step into Isabella’s first encounter with fear — and find the mantra hidden inside your own heart.

Let’s begin at the place where fear first found her… and where belief began to grow.

I:Þā Mægen Ānes (The Power of Belief)

Within a house lived a special girl 

who happened upon a secret world. 

Tired one night, she lay upon her bed, 

listening to the tale her father read. 

But once he finished the final words, 

her thoughts were mired by what she heard. 

The story sparked a vivid dream,

and soon the night was not as it seemed.

A tunnel opened from her wall; 

a purple paw reached out to all. 

Seen only by true believers, 

she saw its claws were sharp as cleavers. 

Afraid, she felt she had no choice, 

“Don’t go! The monster will get me,” 

she was screaming in a pleading voice. 

Though her father tried to assuage her, 

it was against her anxious nature.

Her father looked all around, 

but there was no monster, not a sound. 

Once he had sprung from her bed, 

she clung to him and she said, 

“Don’t let the monster get me! Ahhhhhhhhhh!” 

Then, gasping for air as she wheezed, 

she seemed helpless, struggling to breathe, 

working herself up to such a state, 

she began to hyperventilate. 

But her father had a plan, 

grasping the inhaler on her nightstand, 

pumping medicine into her lungs, 

stopping the attack that had begun. 

Her bronchioles opened; her breath returned. 

She was calmer and he less concerned. 

Yet as the fear began to fade,

inside her heart, a doubt was laid.

“Why am I scared? Why so weak?”

she thought, her eyes tear-filled, cheeks meek.

Her chest still tight from recent fright,

she wished she’d been strong in that night.

But then she vowed within her mind,

to seek the strength she yearned to find.

She longed to push her fears away,

but wondered how they’d shrink or sway.

Yet Isabella hesitated, fear still clung. 

And her father asked, “Why must you run? 

To your fear you must not abide. 

Spend not one moment trying to hide.” 

“Well, it’s eight feet tall with yellow eyes,

a big head, small nose, and horns that rise. 

I see its claws under the closet door. 

Please, don’t let it scare me anymore.”

Her dad’s brows furrowed with determination, 

as her heart pounded with anticipation. 

He grabbed the doorknob, his grip was tight, 

curiosity and resolve in the night.

He pointed at the monster and said, 

“You shall not harm one hair on her head. 

“Monster, I’ll never be scared of you. 

So go home to your mommy, shoo!” 

What happened next was no tall order. 

Lo and behold, the monster was smaller. 

It still had scary teeth and yellow eyes, 

but once shrunken, she gasped in surprise. 

“Remember, Isabella,” he softly spoke

“Your thoughts can make this monster shrink.

Just imagine him smaller with every stroke. 

After all, you’re far stronger than you think.”

As she listened to her father’s voice,

a new thought took hold, quiet but bright.

“If I don’t run, but stand with might,

perhaps my fears are what take flight.”

As the monster shrank, she felt her fear wane, 

a giggle bubbled up, breaking the chain 

of dread that had gripped her tight, 

Now replaced with a spark of delight. 

As she watched the monster shrink and fade,

she thought of fears she’d long obeyed.

“If  I can make this beast change its size,

I know my courage, too, can rise.”

A smile crept up, her doubts grew thin,

for in her heart, she felt strength begin.

Her father’s words rang strong and clear—

“Don’t run away; don’t hide in fear.” 

His words shone, steady and bold,

a challenge the monster could not uphold.

Her father stepped closer, yet his voice still near, 

“Don’t think of coming in this house. Do you hear? 

Monster, go home to your mommy!” 

Alas, that’s not the end of our story. 

It became smaller and was worried. 

Instead of a saunter, now it scurried. 

Because it shrank, it was filled with dread

No longer bold, it turned and fled. 

Still moving with his tiny nose 

and his teeny hamburger head, 

he was now the size of a dolly

that lay on the little girl’s bed. 

Its teeth still pointed in all directions, 

but now the little girl asked a question. 

The creature found this all deplorable, 

and failing to fight ‘gainst his tiny tears, 

it heard, “Hey, how are you this adorable?” 

even with its itty-bitty ears. 

Wanting to speak, it had not the words, 

and becoming more fearful, when ‘gainst the glass, 

it heard the pecking of hungry birds. 

It was no longer a scary being, 

so not knowing what else to do, 

it decided to start screaming, “Ahhh!” 

For the monster, the tension mounted. 

It was already too much to bear. 

Then the dad bent down, patting it’s head,

gently stroking its fluffy purple hair. 

Well, that little creature became smaller still. 

As it stood helpless on that windowsill, 

the dad placed it on the palm of the girl’s hand.

“Well done, little monster," he said with a grin, 

Then added with a chuckle, "How's daddy's little man?" 

The girl peered into her palm and said, 

“I’ll put you between two pieces of bread, 

and you’ll be my cute monster sandwich.” 

And shrinking again as she spoke those words, 

the little monster became more absurd. 

Now just a small clump of purple hair,

with a head shaped like a hamburger,

it whispered softly, quite demure:

"It's time for me to go, I'm sure."

And it took her dad no time to exclaim,

“Let’s blow you back from whence you came!”

He looked to his daughter with knowing eyes,

and spoke a truth, ancient and wise:

"Hit bið wyrced on mínum wordum,

the power to create is in what we say.

Let’s say it together; send this creature on its way.”

With a nod, the girl repeated each word,

her voice soft yet strong, a truth now heard.

The chant seemed to linger, filling the air,

a hum of energy rising everywhere.

The walls seemed to shimmer, the air grew light,

as the ancient words carried their might.

Then with a whoosh, and a flick of the wrist,

the teeny monster, too small to resist,

was blown right out of the little girl’s hand

and returned to its fantastical land.

Vanishing into the darkness of night,

yet caught within another’s sight.

With a thankful hug, she clung to her dad, 

Then crawled under the covers, feeling glad. 

But the girl had just one more wish. 

She wanted to blow the monster a kiss. 

So she put her hand up to her lips 

and sent a smooch with her fingertips. 

But as she lay with eyes now closed,

her thoughts on what the night had posed,

she touched her chest where tightness lay,

and whispered soft, “I’ll find a way.”

For in her heart, a strength was born,

one that would shine through darkest storm.

“Next time I’ll stand, not turn to flee;

I’ll make my fears as small as he.”

Well, as that little girl became older, 

sometimes her fear made her monsters bolder. 

And after she allowed them to haunt her, 

she remembered what her father taught her. 

She could make her monsters smaller 

by placing them in the palm of her hand 

and sending them to their native land. 

That's why the little girl used no more tears. 

She finally learned how to face her fears. 

And so begins our epic saga 

of a special girl and a tiny monster.

Reflect on the Story

Ask yourself:

What moment in this story stuck with me most?

What fear have I faced that felt like this?

What message or lesson would I take from this chapter?

Your answers may be different from mine—and that’s the beauty of it.

Write Your Mantra

Keep it short—1 sentence. Use present tense. Make it personal. Focus on empowerment, not perfection.

Examples:
“I am bigger than what I fear.”
“My voice is stronger than the shadow.”
“When I speak, my world listens.”

Old English Translation (Optional)

Want to turn your mantra into Old English like in the story?
Share your mantra with me and I’ll send you a translation you can use!

Create Your Personal Mantra Card

Join the Challenge

Share your mantra with #DivineSeedMantra and tag @corey_wolff. Let’s grow this garden of wisdom together.