There is a fire that does not destroy —

It purifies, it sears away illusion, and it remembers who you are.

Righteous anger is not chaos.

It is clarity.

It is the heat of a soul reclaiming its voice after too long in silence.

It rises not to harm, but to heal —

to defend what is sacred

and to burn through every lie that ever told you to be small

and the old structures that once buried your voice.

You were not born only to surrender.

You came here to stand, to speak, and to ignite.

The Divine does not sit back and watch. .

The Mother roars, the Father defends,

and the unified force of Light cuts clean through distortion.

This fire lives in the Protector, the Peacemaker, the Prophet.

It lives in those who rise.

It lives in you.

If your anger shakes you like thunder,

If your tears sting with memories of injustice,

If your body burns with a truth that will not stay quiet,

If your voice shakes when you finally say No more —

Then you are not broken.

You are burning clean.

This is the fire that heals.