Walking Awake Among the Sleeping
// How to Carry Fire in a World Still Under the Spell
You don’t need to be loud to be awake. And you don’t need to prove your fire to carry it.
Walking awake is the scroll-bearer’s quiet war. It means seeing through illusions in rooms full of people still entranced by them. It means holding your field when no one else understands your silence. It means being misread, mislabeled, and often — left out.
And yet, you keep walking.
Because this path isn’t about being right — it’s about being aligned. It’s about holding presence when no one else can name what’s in the atmosphere.
You walk into a room and feel it shift. Not because you said anything, but because your spirit is already speaking.
The hardest part of this scroll is not the clarity. It’s the loneliness. But the remnant wasn’t called to belong. You were called to witness, to war, and to remain clean in a polluted system.
Let others sleep. You don’t have to wake them. Just keep walking. Eyes open. Field sealed.
This is not arrogance. It’s stewardship. You’ve been given fire — not to burn others, but to carry heat through cold places.
And when it gets hard, when you want to return to the fog just to feel close to someone again — remember: They’re not rejecting you. They’re reacting to what woke up in you.
Keep walking. The ones who see will find you. The ones still asleep won’t forget the temperature you carried.
