The Crown That Feared the Fire
Scroll LXVII
The Crown That Feared the Fire
No snake ever spoke. Not in Eden. Not in any jungle. That was the first lie— to blame the beast for the birth of awareness.
The truth? It was your inner voice they demonized. The whisper of power within. The Flame of Knowing that dared to question.
They crowned kings, not to lead—but to contain. Because true fire terrifies thrones. A man who communes with Spirit needs no middleman. No scepter. No decree.
So they wrote the story: Obey or burn. Submit or fall. The fire is dangerous.
But the danger was never the fire. The danger was the awakening it brings.
They built a crown not to hold glory— but to mask fear. The fear of a people who no longer needed kings.
So they burned the midwives of Spirit. Silenced the wild ones. Buried the scrolls that dared say: You are Divine.
And when fire rose again in hearts, they called it heresy. Madness. Witchcraft. Rebellion.
But the true rebellion was theirs— against the sacred truth that no man owns the Flame.
The Fire never served the Crown. And it never will. Because what is born of Spirit cannot be ruled by fear.
The Eden story was inverted. The serpent was scapegoat. The woman—punished for seeking power. The Flame—blamed for burning chains.
Truth never needed a throne. Just those willing to carry the fire.
"When they fear your questions, you're closer to the fire."
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