(The Introduction to the Order of the Waiting Flame)
You didn’t find this by accident.
You were drawn here.
Not because you’re weak, but because something in you has been burning beneath the surface.
A heat that won’t die. A knowing that won’t go silent.
You’ve tried to extinguish it.
Tried to numb it.
Tried to call it shame, or sin, or selfishness.
But it never left.
Because it isn’t darkness.
It’s you — the part you buried to fit in.
The part you traded for safety, for approval, for a role in someone else’s story.
This is the moment that ends.
You don’t need permission to feel powerful.
You don’t need forgiveness for being alive.
You only need to remember who you were before they convinced you to forget.
Welcome to the Order of the Waiting Flame.
A sanctuary for women who are done apologizing.
A call to those who feel the pulse of something ancient, untamed, and unrelenting inside them.
This is not a club.
This is not a trend.
This is the place where you reclaim what was always yours:
Your energy.
Your voice.
Your influence.
Your reality.
You don’t become a Sister of the Flame by asking.
You remember.
And when you’re ready to remember fully —
The path will reveal itself.