Keepers of the New Flame

There are those who stand at the edge of the old world, watching it unravel.

And there are those who stand within it, shaping what comes next.

The ones who breathe deeply when the air is thick.

The ones who anchor into their bodies when the ground trembles.

This is the time to root down, to sharpen your senses, to stand inside the storm and feel the pulse of what is being born.

A body fully inhabited is a force. A heart fully open is an unshakable presence. A being fully here shapes the world by existing in it completely.

Let the breath stretch your ribs like a prayer of belonging. Let your skin wake to the touch of the wind. Let the fire move through you without turning you to ash.

This is the passageway. Presence is the threshold.

You are already standing inside it.