There are many of us that have felt the fire within.
The fire as I describe it has been the part of me that has got me out of bed in the morning despite feeling that my world is falling apart.
It is the part of me that refused to give up when the depression was very real and whispering to me to that I should end my life; let this cruel world slip away.
It’s also the part of me that despite feeling very anxious at the time forced me to do the things I really didn’t want to do.
And lastly, it’s also the burning driving force within myself that keeps me coming back day after day to write these articles on the computer whatever life may throw at me.
Many of you have this fire also. You may not be able to describe it, but it feels like a burning knot within your chest propelling you forward onto your next part of life whatever that may be.
This fire is a sacred fire.
It is the fire that connects all of us intuitives, witches, tarot readers; everyone that has the ability to see more than the world in front of us permits.
It has existed amongst humanity since the dawn of time, it is the life and soul of humanity; the sacred consciousness that binds us together as humans, and drives us forward into the stars.
The fire has been with me all my life. I didn’t know what the fire was and I couldn’t explain it but it was there.
It has driven me into situations that I had neither the tools or the capabilities to deal with at the time. This wasn’t as bad as I thought it was at the time, it was teaching me the very real lessons in life that I had to learn to get to where I’m going.
Some of you may have been like me and have used drugs and alcohol to quell the fire — because it burns.
Sometimes the fire hurts.
And, many of you have described your lives as,
“I’ve been through the fire!”
That is something I too understand because I’ve not only felt the fire deep within me but I’ve also walked through the fire, on many occasions, in many parts of my life.
I’ve noticed that many of you are sitting on Substack right now aiming for a new life because only last year it has felt as if the walls have crumbled around you and everything that you have loved has faded away.
Some have lost jobs that they’ve loved — opted for writing and a new way of life, not tied to meaningless hours of their life they can’t get back and a feeling that they’re chasing a carrot and a stick.
Some have lost marriages they hold dear. I’ve read so many heartbroken people who’s lives have fallen apart the moment they’ve realised everything they’ve imagined about their loves were built on cardboard.
So they write here about the pain instead.
Some are like me and have lost their entire way of life and burned everything down until there was only ash left — and now write here, seeking a new way of life.
All here from different outcomes, all walking through fire to get here. I’ve read so many articles from people that have done this.
It’s like a drum beat within isn’t it?
A calling.
A moving us to all one place.
This is perhaps the third time I’ve burned everything I’ve had down to the roots and started again.
The first time was when I fell ill and I moved back up to Scotland to heal with my mother. I burned the life I had built here, the friendships with people that I had made, and the way of life I had drawn for myself.
Gone. Started again.
The second time was when I ran a blog on mental health and the Politics changed; people no longer took the colour and sex blind approach as I did and I began to find myself as an outcast, a lone voice in a sea of people chasing air.
So I burned it all down to the root and started again.
The last time was when I had built a community around cryptocurrency and was trying to get everyone to earn and spiral upwards as I do; but it had to go because I found out people weren’t who they said they were, nor were their intentions with me any good.
So I torched all of that in a blazing fire.
My family nor friends have ever understood this. I don’t think I’ve ever understood it either; that I always begin something and tear it all down to the ground when it outgrows it’s existence.
But something beautiful has emerged from all of this — what was always true has always remained. Despite the burning and the destroying, those who have enjoyed being around me have always stayed. They’ve always remained in my life.
Even as I speak now they sit on my discord that I build for my next community and they are the sum of all my gold that I’ve collected. The people that have welcomed me into their home, and that despite my very real flaws and oddities have accepted me as I am regardless.
These people will feel the fruits of the new world I build.
Last night I felt the very real power of Gaia bestow on me. I was no longer being protected by the fire, nor am wielding the fire as I was a few days ago.
Last night I became the fire itself.
I know this to be true but I am not sure what this means nor am I sure how to proceed forward with it.
But I know that we are all here on Substack for a reason — and we head forth to the Summer Solstice where the Sun is at his highest point in the year, and there is more light than there is dark.
The fire is at its strongest and it’s brightest.
What has been hidden in shadows for decades will be now have full light shone upon it.
Be prepared.
