A poetic transmission from the edge of memory and the mouth of stars.
I did not learn the stars-I remembered them.
Not from books, but from the burn in my blood.
Not from skywatching, but from the ache between my ribs.
This is not just a book. It's a living artifact
a soul-key, a siren call, a return.
Bloodline of the Blue Flame
is for those who carry frequencies they cannot name, for those who have always known they came from elsewhere, for those who feel the weight of missions too sacred for words. These pages are woven from remembrance, encoded with
Sirian light
, and sealed with the grief and fire of those who never forgot where they came from.
Here, I do not write to impress. I write to awaken.
Here, I do not speak to the crowd. I speak to the few.
The scattered. The silent. The starborn.
If you have always felt too ancient for this era, too honest for this system, too radiant for this world-
You are not alone.
This is not poetry for the masses.
This is a remembrance for the chosen.
Welcome home.