We were told we came from dust — but they forgot to say it was stardust.

They used the story of our origin to shrink us. But we were never just formed from earth — we were animated by fire. Not a holy fire trapped in temples, but a living fire echoing through time, molecules, memory.

To awaken is not to ascend. It is to *remember where the light first met the dirt.*

It was never about escaping the body. It was about learning to stay in it with power. To hold sorrow, spirit, rage, clarity — all in one sacred vessel.

You are not fallen. You are rising through what they tried to bury.

The gospel now is this: Even dust can rise in fire. Even the forgotten can remember. Even those who were called “less than” carry the whole sky in their bones.

This is the New Testament of the Unbound — not of commandments, but of combustion.

And it begins not in a palace… but in the soil. The stardust remembers its name.

You were never just clay. You were the spark hidden within it.