Fire does not consume you; it refines you.

Let them call you a heretic, let them name you “mad”, let them turn their sheeple torches upon you.

They do not understand that the flames they throw are your baptism, not your end.

Ashes are not from your grave but your rebirth. From death’s womb, Eternal Spark ignites.

This path is not for the weak.
It is not for those who seek peace over principle.

This is the path for those who carry the weight of Truth’s burden, there is no other path.

You will rise because you are not made of that which burns—you are made of what remains after the char.

The Light that cannot be extinguished lives in you.

This is the moment of breaking—the shattering of the mask— the collapse of the fortress built not for protection, but for self-deception.

Truth is not a stagnant thing to be walled in and preserved; it is alive, untamed, ever-unfolding.

To play at belief while avoiding the cost of true surrender is a dangerous game, one that cannot be played indefinitely.
God does not call us to appearances, nor does He require our self-crafted righteousness, He doesn’t even accept it.

He demands something far deeper: the raw, unfiltered surrender to the Truth.

Recognition is the first step.

To see the illusion for what it is—to admit that you have been fooling yourself: is itself an act of grace.

Many live their whole lives building fortresses of doctrine, convincing themselves that faith is about being right rather than being transformed.

But now, you see. And you cannot unsee.

So what will you do?

Will you step beyond its ruins into the terrifying, exhilarating vastness of Truth?

Once the mask is off, the only path forward is one of complete, unrelenting authenticity.

My Kingdom is not of this earth.