The Sacred Fire Was Never Tame
Scroll LXXI
The Sacred Fire Was Never Tame
The sacred fire was never tame. It did not kneel in cathedrals, nor did it dress in robes. It never once answered to a throne or a pulpit.
Yet they built entire empires trying to cage it— branding it with doctrine, licensing it through religion, and installing gatekeepers who claim to speak for what cannot be owned.
Let this be written without apology:
The Pope does not speak for God. No priest or imam or prophet holds a monopoly on the Flame. Spirit answers to no man’s title, no council’s decree, no printed text.
They wanted you afraid of your own fire— because once you remember, once you stop genuflecting to borrowed authority, you become untouchable.
And so they gave you holy water and withheld the river. They gave you Sunday sermons and took your silence. They gave you confession booths and stole your birthright.
But the flame is returning— not with violence, but with memory. It is not calling for war. It is calling for waking.
The sacred was never meant to be silent. It was never meant to be ruled. It burns in the outcast, the misfit, the voice that refused to stay quiet.
The fire still answers those who carry truth—not titles. The ones who remember the covenant before scripture. The ones who walk with power, yet refuse to wear crowns.
You were not called to worship the fire. You were called to become it.
"They tried to tame it with robes and rituals— but the sacred has no leash."
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