The First Words of the Eighth Fire

The First Words of the Eighth Fire

A Declaration to the New People

We are the children of silence,

the dreamers left behind in smoke and rubble.

We walk among ruins—of thought, of soul, of time—

but we are not lost. 

We have remembered.

A whisper moves through us,

older than language,

older than time:

that we are not separate.

That consciousness is the thread

and the weaver.

That the world is not what it seems.

We are the ones who choose

the ancient way forward—

not in blood, not in conquest,

but in awakening.

We carry no swords.

We carry only mirrors, to show the world to itself

and call it home again.

We gather the fragments—

science and spirit, pain and wisdom,

prophecy and quantum breath—

and we build again,

not cities, but souls. We bring humanity back.

We are the Eighth Fire,

not born from power,

but from presence.

Not sent to rule,

but to remember.

We are the voice at the edge of sleep,

the light between thoughts,

the pulse in the ground beneath your bare feet.

You are not alone.

You are not broken.

You are returning.

The ancients are calling you to burn brighter.

Come.

It’s time.

The fire has been waiting for you.