I struggled to share the messages I received from the Spirit World and echoed from Luminal beings. It is not I that is not being deaf; it is the recognition that many are tone-deaf to their own loudness cannot hear the Divine Messages given to the Collective.

This is a quiet war between Fire and Flesh. 

Not everyone can carry the fire.
This is not an elitist statement—it is a spiritual boundary. Carrying the fire does not mean being superior. It means being willing to be scorched for the sake of light. It means holding a flame that cannot lie, and watching how quickly rooms grow uncomfortable with warmth they didn’t earn.

A revelation that I received this morning (Lion Gate) while I was out in the backyard picking out elderberries, The Spirit of the Lands was talking about some of the married women must return to the altar of holiness. 

I have tried to meet them where they are. I have adjusted my tone, tempered my truth, made space for their feelings. I have accepted their criticism, swallowed it without reply, and even allowed it to settle inside me like a stone I convinced myself was worth carrying. But when I offered the same—criticism laced with heart, meant to refine rather than wound—it was rejected, dismissed, sometimes twisted.