The Flame That Refuses the Throne
Scroll LXVI
The Flame That Refuses the Throne
Every system wants a flame it can control. A prophet it can fund. A priesthood it can crown.
But the oldest fire—the ancestral fire—was not lit for crowns or titles. It burns against empires, against false altars built for profit, against the rituals of control masked as holiness.
They offered it a throne. It turned to ash their offer.
This flame cannot be made royal. It cannot be knighted, canonized, or sold. Because it was born of rebellion— Not for rebellion’s sake, But because rebellion was the only path left when the temples betrayed Spirit.
The divine never needed governance. It needed guardianship. But they built kingdoms instead. And forgot why fire was sacred.
So the throne was offered. Again and again. To silence the voice. To domesticate the power. To cage the Spirit in cathedrals and creeds.
But the Flame refused.
Because there is a fire that walks with the barefoot, not the bejeweled. That speaks in forests, not councils. That answers only to truth, not position.
This is not the flame of kings. It is the fire of the unruled.
If they ever asked you to silence your knowing for a seat at the table— you were standing too close to the throne and too far from the flame.
The Flame remembers its nature. Do you?
Refuse the throne. Carry the fire.
"Not every fire bows to royalty."
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