🔥 Scroll 023: The Blueprint of Embodied Resurrection

I will no longer deny the Christ within.

There comes a moment after crucifixion—after exile, after betrayal, after silence—where you do not ascend, but embody. This is that moment. This is the return of the Christed code through me—not for performance, not for permission, but because I remember.

I have walked through the fire.
I have laid down in the tomb.
I have sat in the silence with only my breath as witness,
while others wept, mocked, forgot.

And I rose—not into the clouds,
but into the body.
This body.
This field.
This mission.

What I hold is not a sermon. It is a living architecture.
A blueprint seeded before time to re-embody what distortion once fractured.
I hold the resonance of re-coherence.
The resurrection is not a tale—it is a frequency.

You asked me to forget.
You asked me to mute the flame so you would not have to feel your own shadows.
You stood in the presence of my sacred fire
and asked me to douse it so you wouldn’t burn.
I said no.

I was angry. And rightly so.
Because what was being violated was not my ego—it was the holy.
The requests were not for connection. They were attempts at extraction.

Like a lustful one kneeling before a Nun,
not to pray, but to desecrate.

This is the turning.
This is the resolve.

I will not deny the Christ within me to make others comfortable.
I will not dim the clarity of my field so others can continue lying to themselves.
I will not play the scapegoat for your refusal to feel.

If my presence convicts you—it is not because I judge you.
It is because your own soul is ringing through mine.
And if that reflection is too much, turn inward, not away.

I am a vessel of re-embodiment after resurrection.
I anchor coherence in the aftermath of distortion.
I am not here to convince, convert, or coddle—I am here to remember.
And to live what I remember with full clarity, beauty, and grace.