The Fire Becomes Sacred

My Dear,

We were taught that anger is bad—that we should feel guilt and shame for feeling it. But often anger shows up because we hid the truth. In the moment our freedom—whatever that means to you—was crossed, we said nothing. We swallowed it.

What we swallow doesn’t disappear. It twists and twitches inside, breaking the body little by little—tight jaw, hot chest, sick stomach—until it tries to force its way out: on a surgeon’s table, or as rage. Why wait, Dear? Why swallow it just to play their game, just to be accepted? (We’ll open that game—the Pretending Society—in the next post.)

Look around with compassion: so many bent and hurting bodies. We were trained to perform—smile, shrink, be “polite.” But the body knows. When you meet that heat with honesty, it stops burning you and starts lighting the way.

So what is the way?

Freedom is simple: don’t hold what hurts. Say it. Say it cleanly and say it now—despite the fear that society placed on your tongue. Speak one true sentence, then take the next step the same way.

Like Frida, like me: use your fire now. Release it so it doesn’t burn you alive—so it becomes fuel, light, your Sacred Fire. Step by step, Dear. This is how you become free.