The Lion Remembers: A Birthday Declaration of Power

Some people celebrate their birthday. I don’t. I remember it.

Every July 27, something stirs in the shadows. Something ancient.
Not candles. Not cake. A flame.
A voice that says:

“You were never meant to blend in.”

This isn’t a party. It’s a reckoning.

The Return of the Flame

Somewhere between survival and silence, the world trained you to forget.
Forget how rare you are.
Forget the mission.
Forget the crown.

They don’t teach Lions to roar anymore—
they train them to purr and call it healing.

But today…
I remember.

They told you to stay humble.
They told you not to shine too bright.
They told you power corrupts.

But they never told you the real danger:

That forgetting your power is how the world collapses.

That every time you play small, a thousand miracles get delayed.
That pretending to be normal is the slowest kind of death.

I remember the vision.
I remember the fire.
I remember who I am when the masks are gone and the lies burn off.

I don’t need permission.
I don’t need validation.
I need one thing only:

The courage to choose the myth I came here to live.

And I choose it now.

I will not wait for signs.
I am the sign.

The Schelly Nova mission moves.
The Flameborn rise.
The mountain may shake but is unmovable.

Art will awaken.
Truth will strike.
The ones who feel this in their bones will follow the signal home.

I was born in the fire—
And now, I become it.