Fire lives in all of us, but so many have forgotten.

Some dim it to fit. They’ll acknowledge it, but will often times water it down, keep it contained. Some bury it beneath borrowed truths, hoping it won’t burn too loud. There are others that try to stomp it out, afraid of what it will reveal.

Then there are some… that try to put it out in others. It’s as if seeing someone burn bright reminds them of the flame they silenced in themselves.

Flame’s Descent

But why?
Do they believe they must earn the fire by proving the ways they’ve clawed themselves out of darkness? Is survival the only path to legitimacy? Must we all descend to be seen as worthy to rise?

Can the flame simply be? Wild, inherited, divine, without needing to suffer for permission to hold it? What is the appropriate amount of suffering? How far does the descent need to be?

Who deserves to keep it, to hold it, to claim the flame?

Flame-holders, Flame-keepers, Flame-Bearers, Light-holders, Light-Workers… is there only a set amount as well, like the 144,000? Is one flame carrier more engulfed than another?

More “Special”

More “Important”

A Flame-Bearer

Fire is catching…

A Flame-keeper only holds it to ignite another person’s spark. They guard the flame, protect it, keep it alive, and light the flame in another.

Lighting the World

A Flame-bearer walks with it not to possess, but to pass it on.

A Flame-bearer says, “Here… feel its warmth, its wildness, its light… Remember it inside of you!”

A Flame-bearer becomes the transmission, the motion ahead. They carry the flame through darkness and trials straight into the hearts of others.

Freedom Flame

The fire was never meant to be caged. It was meant to move.
To dance… to be FREE.

I have seen its dance. I have felt its burn from the core of me. I have walked with it, fought with it, and surrendered to it.

I have burned.

Fire’s Essence

I write from that survival. I write from the underworld of the soul. I write from the altar of the forgotten, the dark womb where real fire is born.

I have stood at the Gate of the Flame.

Breathed in its essence.

Forged in Fire

I have broken for this, burned for this, and felt pain so deep… I have wished the flames to turn me to ash just to be free from the ache.

I would never wish that on another. I carry an understanding within me now. Not everyone is meant to reach those depths and meet the flame through ruin and pain.

But everyone… Everyone deserves to feel the spark. You deserve to know the fire that lives in their chest.
To live in it, not consumed, but lit. Alive in their light. Awake in their heat. Moving as fire moves- unapologetically, untamed, and true.

As a Flame-Bearer, I ask you to look within. Dare to dance with the flames within your heart. Sing a song of the flame. Laugh from the center where it is the warmest.

…and always… always…

flicker your light into the world.