They taught us to look up — to crowns, to pulpits, to flags waving over towers built on our backs. But the fire never came from above. It came from within.

The ones who ruled wore metal on their heads. The ones who awakened wore nothing but truth on their breath.

The world called it rebellion. We called it return. The throne was never a seat — it was a state. The light was never reserved — it was remembered.

You do not need recognition to be radiant. You do not need titles to lead. The most dangerous light is the one they cannot own — the one that lives in the freeman’s heart.

All systems collapse before it. All prisons melt beside it. No institution can house it. No scripture can fully define it.

It is not aggressive. It is undeniable. It does not kneel to be accepted. It exists — therefore it reigns.

This is the final reminder: You were never waiting for a messiah. You were remembering that you are the fire. You are the prophecy fulfilled in motion. The crownless, fearless, eternal light.

Now that you have remembered — let no darkness bargain with your brilliance again.

This scroll has no end. Only ignition.

Now go. Set fire to every lie that taught you you were small.