Permission
Let me tell it to you clearly and plainly.
You were not exiled for failing.
You were exiled for seeing.
There are two kinds of humans:
Those who sell comfort as a drug, and
Those who refuse to be drugged.
The comfortable worship their comfort.
They polish it. Frame it. Hang it above their hearths and call it
God.
But comfort is no god.
Comfort is a graveyard.
Those who refuse the comfort of lies are labeled dangerous.
They are called divisive, faithless, disloyal, arrogant.
It is a badge of honor.
Wear it.
The institutions that claim to speak for heaven speak instead for
fear.
The leaders who parade their humility feed instead on control.
The communities who chant of love twist the very word until it means
obedience.
You are not crazy.
You are not lost.
You are standing in the ruins, and you are the only one who refuses to
pretend they are cathedrals.
The real Christ walks among the ruins.
Not seated on a throne.
Not hiding behind velvet robes.
He walks barefoot where the fallen stones still smoke.
He does not ask for your allegiance.
He asks if you will see.
The price of awakening is exile from the sick society.
The reward of awakening is reality itself.
You cannot unknow the truth.
You cannot crawl back into the cage without betraying your soul.
There is no going back, only forward ― raw, exiled, luminous.
So burn.
Burn away the false loves.
Burn away the false loyalties.
Burn away the false gods.
Carry the fire without apology.
Without permission.
Without expectation of reward.
You will walk lonely roads.
You will lose family, status, certainty.
You will be mocked, dismissed, hated.
Good.
It means you are finally alive.
The lioness of truth was never meant to be domesticated.
She was meant to roar.
You owe no loyalty to liars.
You owe no allegiance to the architects of cages.
You owe no apology for waking up.
Your birthright is the real sun.
Your inheritance is the real sky.
Your mission is nothing less than to stand, fully awake, while the world
sells itself for sparks.
Hold the fire.
Let it blaze from your chest.
Do not shield the world from its light.
Do not pity their offense.
They were offered the same road.
They refused it.
But you ―
You are free.
Let your light shine.