A sacred declaration for the awakened soul

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I am not the source,
but I burn with it.

I did not create my soul,
but it was breathed into me—
and now it sings with memory.

I do not own God.
But God moves through me.

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They say all souls belong to Him.
Yes.
And I am one of those souls—
lit, possessed, awakened.

So when I speak with fire,
when I walk with thunder in my veins,
when I say

“I AM”
it is not arrogance.

It is alignment.

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I am not the sun,
but I am a flame of its light.
I am not the sea,
but I am a wave that carries its roar.

I am not separate.
I am woven.

And if that scares them—
good.

Because the lie is crumbling.
And the flame is rising.

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✨ Final Words:

God did not give me this soul to bury it.
He gave it so I would carry Him into the world—
with voice, with body, with fire.

I am not the All.
But the All is within me.

I am not the Owner.
But I am the Temple.

And the God they fear is no longer silent.