Ignite the Holy Fire Within

“Help me create a fire—a holy fire—for the world to see.”

I’ve transitioned from a place of endless questions to a profound sense of knowing. At least it feels that way.  It’s as if I’ve stepped into a realm where acceptance reigns, where I can allow life to unfold as it is meant to. This isn’t just uncertainty fading away; it feels more like an arrival—a beautiful awakening, or perhaps both.

I have peace in me.  An exceptionally quiet solace that has redefined joy for me.  I can almost feel my body vibrating with what I believe are frequencies of transformation.  No doubt I’ve come to want to believe that.  And I do.  While I write this, I feel it is transformation.  Deep down, I know it is.  A sensation of certainty that prevails seemingly within a sacred space I can visit in my more silent moments.

The certainty I feel is this is a space of tranquility and love I can find myself praying in for a light to shine for those around me.  For me to want to be better would matter less if it weren’t intended to be better for others.  I feel so at peace, so deeply in love with all of life.  In this moment, I need nothing more than to remain still and receptive.  I give only a quiet space and receive well beyond anything I could have imagined.

This, I now believe, is the kingdom of heaven. This is the essence of communion with love.  I can find words to describe it—remarkable, sensational, spectacular—but as I write, I realize that words alone cannot capture the depth of this experience. There are no words.  And though I can emerge from the silence with guidance for wisdom, the words I think come later as I write.

My pen dances in my hand, filled with excitement and urgency.  It yearns to express a feeling that defies explanation. Yet, despite its ineffability, it’s a feeling I trust completely.  I am this…whatever “this” might be.  I accept it wholeheartedly. I trust that I’m letting go of the burdens I’ve carried for far too long, and in that release, I find hope.  Hope that what I write is true—that this is who I am, and who I will continue to be: a builder and keeper of a holy fire.

This fire is my source of life, the spark that ignites passion and purpose.  It’s my morning.  It’s how I meet the dawn.  From the silence that once surrounded me, I pray to emerge transformed.  I want to imagine, create, and be seen—not just for the sake of others.  Mostly for me to see and know who I am.  Knowing that will serve others best.

Igniting this holy fire means embracing the fullness of my existence.  Trusting there is much more to unveil.  It’s about allowing my spirit to soar, to dance freely in the light of love and truth.  Each flicker an intuitive spark expanding a fire for living in alignment with my greatest potential.

As I nurture this flame within, I’m reminded of the power of connection.  As much as my path is my own, I pray this holy fire isn’t just for me; that it is a beacon for others.  If I allow my inner light to shine, I believe I can create a ripple effect that can inspire and uplift those around us.  Can we create a collective fire that illuminates the path for any who seek the warmth and guidance of love eternal?

In this space of love and acceptance, I recognize the importance of community.  We may be meant to walk our path alone; but we are woven together by the threads of our shared humanity.  Or maybe, it’s our share divinity.  Unseen, each of us carries a unique spark, and when we come together, I believe we can create an inferno of love and understanding that can transform the world.

As I continue to write, I feel excitement build.  I want to express all that I am learning, all that I am becoming.  My story of building a holy fire is ongoing, filled with twists and turns, joys and challenges.  And yet, in every moment, I feel the presence of something greater guiding me, and reminding me.  Reminding me that what I’m experience is mine.  Not to be taught to others for I can’t teach others my experience.  I can only tell the story.  I believe others must write their own.  Stoke their own flame their own way.

This fire is not just a metaphor; it’s a living, breathing entity within.  It represents my passion, my creativity, and my commitment to love.  It reminds me that in stillness and silence, I am most capable. 

I cannot shy away from exploring this life…writing this story…building a fire.  I embrace it fully, trusting that each step I take brings me closer to who I truly am.  I feel I need to write, to express, and to share, but with that being the only intention.  I know I cannot walk another’s path.  Neither can they walk mine.  But I can pray we find each other around a large heart-warming fire someday.