The calling of the fire

They will never know the depths you have traveled. They will never see the shattered reflections and the buried. They will never be able to keep up with the chaos of myself. I have found the tear in space where timelessness speaks to me. It beckons like the light dragging me back into the forests. Back into the mountains where we all truly belong. Don't we? I sit there in the noise of it all and relish in knowing it is simply temporary. All of it. The suffering I have know and the pain of all these people. I know their fears and I can feel their agonies unspoken. In this I force myself to acknowledge to the ability to know and feel their joy in abundance. I am tired. Maybe I should step inside the tomb of the mind for a bit and find the truths of the ancients.

This is where the fire resides. Beneath the darkness of the sky within my very essence. I feel the war drum pounding in my chest even when I am calm now. I feel the mantra coursing through my veins even when I slumber. It is not maddening as it once was. It is a liberating reckoning occurring violently inside my bones. It tells me of the tribulations the ones before me faced. How the insanity creeped its way inside the bloodline. How I hold the strength of a god within man. I find that my calling is that of wrath. This is how I will break the cycle and this is how I will conquer this realm. I watch the visions in the flames of the ship burning. They do not see it but I do.

It is a repetitive cycle with micro shifts in vibration. It comes full circle again and again and you must pay attention or you will miss the opportunity to create the shifts necessary to ascend. It is systematic. one will find unlimited knowledge in the paradigm that is coming undone. You must hold the self together in the events of the storm. Otherwise it will consume you and it will abandon all that you have been fighting for. I ignore the shivering skin as I betray the fate declared for me. This will not stop for I am the one who knows no bondage. I am the slaughtered lamb who found rebirth in the grave. I was shown how to harness power by a pack of wolves. The guardians of a genesis only to be told by those who survive the crucible.

To become one must declare without hesitation or doubt what the purpose is. Then you must resist the urge to escape the uncomfortable. It will tear into you with its hooks. This will produce the scars necessary to allow for ascension through expanding your consciousness. I know the wickedness because I too was apart of it. I let it bring me to my knees and I let it tempt the destruction of this path. My veins hold the scripture and its confessions of a boy betrayed by the blind ones. I break the chains of my mind continuously to ensure I do not forget. To ensure there is no doubt of what must be done. I will find the way through the unanswered prayers and I will devour that which haunts me.

I let them take what they need of my light. I can see through the night. I must request their allegiance to the fire rising. For we will not survive the night if we do not know the whole as one. I can no longer linger in what was or any notion of what could have been. The only truth is that of now. The actions unraveling to ensure the stability of the timeline we shifted into. Follow the light calling. It will guide you through that which you fear deeply.