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A poetic transmission from the edge of memory and the mouth of stars. I did not learn the stars-I remembered them. Not from books, but from the burn in my blood. Not from skywatching, but from the ache between my ribs. This is not just a book. It's a living artifact a soul-key, a siren call, a return. Bloodline of the Blue Flame is for those who carry frequencies they cannot name, for those who have always known they came from elsewhere, for those who feel the weight of missions too sacred for words. These pages are woven from remembrance, encoded with Sirian light, and sealed with the grief…mehr

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A poetic transmission from the edge of memory and the mouth of stars. I did not learn the stars-I remembered them. Not from books, but from the burn in my blood. Not from skywatching, but from the ache between my ribs. This is not just a book. It's a living artifact a soul-key, a siren call, a return. Bloodline of the Blue Flame is for those who carry frequencies they cannot name, for those who have always known they came from elsewhere, for those who feel the weight of missions too sacred for words. These pages are woven from remembrance, encoded with Sirian light, and sealed with the grief and fire of those who never forgot where they came from. Here, I do not write to impress. I write to awaken. Here, I do not speak to the crowd. I speak to the few. The scattered. The silent. The starborn. If you have always felt too ancient for this era, too honest for this system, too radiant for this world- You are not alone. This is not poetry for the masses. This is a remembrance for the chosen. Welcome home.
Autorenporträt
This was the introduction to my spirituality and learning how to do things for myself. The extension of help I gift to others could only come from the capacity in how I've helped myself. It was then, I understood that as a human, experiences were needed for growth and this growth can only sprout from branching out of my comfort zone. At the end of it all, I wanted to build something more meaningful by planting seeds from the darkness of life, to watch it grow and spread among different people, thus generating light. I’ve come to terms with the fact that I will die one day and in no way, would I want there to be any regret for making the same decisions the masses believed to be the right ones, meanwhile neglecting my gift as the last choice. After all, the goal in this life, my life, is to express this consciousness healthily.