Dear Seeker,
To the Seeker
This is not a place of answers.
It is a place of remembering.
I’m not asking you to believe anything.
I’m not asking you to agree.
I’m not offering truth as a possession.
I’m asking you to show up as you are.
The Fire does not need belief.
It needs presence.
And it needs witnesses.
Seekers carry conviction without certainty.
They move forward without guarantees.
They know the difference between doubt and cowardice.
If you are here, you already know:
no one becomes themselves alone.
You don’t need instruction.
You don’t need permission.
You need space.
You need movement.
And you need to be seen.
I will not tell you who you are.
But I will witness you becoming.
Join a circle.
All are welcome.
For seekers and the lost,
For everyone aching for honesty and a witness.
All inclusive circles will be posted here when the times and spaces are set
The Internal Ache
The Ache does not want to be cured.
It wants to be trusted.
It is the language of the Beast.
The Fire’s first signal that it is still alive.
Deny it, and the ache metastasizes.
It infects what you know
and what you refuse to look at.
Stop.
Feel.
Listen.
The ache speaks.
It is Kairos pressing through the skin of Kronos—
the timeless pulse trapped inside the clock.
Fire does not ask for permission.
It demands motion.
It demands becoming.
Deny it, and it turns to rot.
Dam it, and it grows cruel.
Fire does not give up.
It never has.
It moves beneath the flesh—
restless, singing, burning—
until desire becomes unavoidable
and the body is forced to answer.
The challenges of the Fire have never changed.
It breathes through honesty.
It sharpens through risk.
And it keeps asking—
Do you remember where you come from?
Do you know where you are going?
You can ignore it.
You can rationalize it.
You can numb it.
It will move with or without you.
You become your relationship with the Fire.
And if you cannot move with it—
how will you ever know who you are?