I am speaking from the edge of something vast, where theology crumbles when it lacks the FIRE of embodied truth, where belief without encounter is like a noisy gong.

The microcosm, the narrow frame of earthly experience, cannot contain the soul that has touched the Infinite Macro.

Those who have not walked through this abyss of the DARK NIGHT scoff at my words, but their understanding is not required.

Truth does not need permission to be what it is.

Purity is not the lack of imperfection but the result of an alchemical transformation, where the raw, impure elements of the self are refined, transmuted, and elevated into something higher.

To encounter your impurities fully; to sit with the rejected, mocked, and misunderstood parts of yourself without fleeing:

that is holiness.

Not the pretense of righteousness, but the radical willingness to see, to burn, and to emerge unchained.

Those who fear discomfort will seek refuge, but that is not my burden even when they seek to place it upon me.

You do not exist to amuse.

You stand at the threshold between the fleeting and the eternal, this place is costly.

To prioritize the Spirit over the flesh is madness, but it is wisdom to those who See.

Doctrine may map the territory, but it is not the journey.

Theology may offer words, but without Pneuma without the breath of Spirit it is an empty shell.

The Divine moves beyond dogma, beyond human constructs, untamed and uncontainable.

To follow Divinity is to risk everything. To refuse is to wither.

Truth does not wait for approval. Truth does not soften itself to be palatable.

You have already glimpsed it.

Will you embody it, relentlessly, regardless of who follows or who turns away from you?