THE FIRE IS BURNING

THE FIRE IS BURNING

May the truth be ablaze. ARIES is alight and so is my Aries Moon!

A huge transmission and alchemisation and recognition… no more silencing. No more pretending. Sovereignty means standing in the truth of who you are and what you know, not appeasing for comfort, but standing in your knowing inside and out. It’s not about revenge, it’s about clarity of conscience.

I’m done being nice.

I’m done appeasing.

I’ve turned the other cheek so many times I nearly vanished.

I've given so much materially, emotionally, and physically, I almost lost my own soul giving to others. To experience emptiness in return. 

No more.

I’m not here to make peace with broken systems.

I’m not here to wrap my truth in ribbons and incense so it’s easier to swallow.

I’m not here to apologise if my truth is uncomfortable; it’s my clarity.

As the Dixie Chicks said so well- (I’m not ready to make nice.) injustice is just that injustice is time to call it exactly what it is, not pretending in fear of others’ opinion, they didn't live it so they don't get a vote. 

And I’m not here to be liked. I am here to be valued, and first that comes from myself.

I’m here to be clean.

To burn with precision.

To let the sacred fire move through me without restraint.

This is not for validation.

This is not for attention.

This is my stake in the ground.

This is my field cleared.

This is my sovereignty spoken aloud.

No more gaslighting.

No more spiritual bypassing.

No more pretending I didn’t see what I saw or feel what I felt.

I know who I am.

And I know what it took to get here.

And I’m not silencing myself ever again.

The fire is burning—and it’s not going out. Not this time. Not now.

And Lord, let it burn through every lie, every system built on silence, every mask pretending to be virtue. I’ve lived in the fire. I’ve wept in it and bled in it. Sat alone in its heat while others ran for safety.

I’ve made peace with the flame. I’m not afraid of it anymore.

Because when you’ve been scorched to the bone and still walked forward—what’s left to fear?

This isn’t destruction.

It’s a correction.

It’s time.

So no—I don’t need apologies.

I don’t need followers.

I don’t need you to realise I was right, finally.

I need this world to stop punishing women for surviving betrayal.

I need the system to stop protecting the charming and the connected.

I need the new world to be built differently—from truth, not performance.

I’m not bitter.

For me, this is a revelation in plain sight.

And I’m not afraid. I know how to stand alone. I’ve done it this long, and it’s made me stronger. It’s made me more powerful than I’ve ever been.

This isn’t a pity party.

This is a fuck you. and for the first time, I’m no longer being polite about it. I’m no longer concerned whether I’m liked or hated or whether I’m ignored, and I do not care. Because I know where my integrity lives, I know where my truth lives. I know where my soul lives. I’ve done the work. I’ve cleaned this slate; no scars or skeletons are hiding in my closet. I’m no longer haunted. I’m 1000% present. 

I’m not waiting for justice. I am the justice.

I’m not asking for change. I am the change.

I’m not praying for the fire to pass.

I am the fire.

And the fire is coming.

THE FIRE, THE FIELD & THE FREQUENCY OF TRUTH - 

A Sovereign Reclamation

While I'm here - Let’s clear something up.

There’s a deep distortion in the spiritual world.

A softly spoken gag order disguised as virtue.

A belief that says:

“Be grateful. Don’t be angry. Speak only light. Think only love.”

And while the words sound golden, the impact is corrosive.

Because it teaches people to shut their mouths and smile through the wreckage.

Let me be clear:

Gratitude is not a substitute for truth.

You don’t smear gratitude over grief like a band-aid and call it healing.

You don’t silence yourself in the name of positivity and call it sovereignty.

And you don’t manifest your highest life by ignoring your deepest truths.

That’s not spiritual.

That’s suppression.

And what about anger? The sacred fire?

We’ve been told it’s low vibration. Dangerous. Unspiritual.

But here’s the deeper truth:

Anger is not the enemy.

Anger is the fire that purifies.

Anger is the force that clears distortion.

Anger is the heat of creation.

It is not rage.

It is not reactivity.

It is not violence.

It is clarity in motion.

It is sovereign, it is protection. Have you ever seen animals in the wild go quiet when they are violated? No, and neither should we be shamed and quietened when we've been violated. 

Sacred anger is the energy that says:

Enough. No more. This ends here.

It’s not destructive by nature—it’s destructive by necessity.

Sometimes, things must burn to make space for the real to rise.

We manifest not just with vision boards and mantras,

but with the fire of refusal—refusing to betray ourselves one more time,

refusing to stay silent in systems that thrive on compliance,

refusing to shape-shift just to be spiritually approved of.

This is the fire that makes art, birth, truth, and movement.

Anger is not a block to your magnetism.

It’s the heat that forges it.

I’ve heard it too many times:

That if I express anger, I’ll attract more of it.

That if I speak “enough” with fire in my voice, I’m lowering my vibration.

That if I name my truth raw and unfiltered, I’m inviting more pain into my field.

I should channel it instead—into work, breath, chopping wood.

And yes—movement, breath, creativity—these can be sacred pathways for energy.

But only after something essential has occurred.

The anger must first be met.

It must be given voice.

It must be seen, recognised, and received as valid.

Because until it is acknowledged, it is not clear.

Until it is spoken, it cannot be alchemised.

You cannot bypass anger by spiritualising it.

You must wield it like a sword—sharp with truth, anchored in soul, forged in heart.

Sacred anger is not chaos.

It is a clarifying force.

It is the fire that carves through distortion and says:

This is no longer acceptable. I am not abandoning myself to make others comfortable.

So no—I no longer fear my fire.

Because here’s what I know now:

The Universe doesn’t respond to whether you’re peaceful or pissed.

It responds to whether you are coherent.

Coherence is the frequency of truth.

And here’s the other one they love to say:

“She hasn’t let it go.” “She’s still holding on.”

“She’s dwelling in it.”

“She’s bitter. Resentful. Stuck.”

Let me say this clearly:

I have let it go, and because I have.. I now see very clearly all the injustice.

I have moved on.

And it’s because I’ve moved on that I can now speak.

Because the truth is: when you’ve finally reached clarity—absolute, soul-level clarity—

You no longer have to repress the fury you carried in silence.

You can finally say:

That was wrong. That was unjust. That should never have happened.

And you can say it without collapsing, because you’re no longer held hostage by it.

The fire I speak from now isn’t trauma.

It’s not wounded ego.

It’s not bitterness.

It’s liberated recognition.

That anger I once buried wasn’t stuck—it was waiting.

Waiting for the moment I could name it without apology.

Waiting for the field to be ready to hear it unmasked.

Because you can only alchemise what you’ve been willing to see.

And now that I’ve seen it, I will not pretend it didn’t happen.

I will not perform peace for the comfort of those who distorted truth.

This isn’t about “not letting go.”

This is about letting it burn clean.

Because anger, in its sacred form, is not destruction.

It is the sword of truth—sharp like a samurai blade.

And a samurai sword doesn’t gain its edge by staying cool.

It is forged in fire,

again and again,

until it becomes the sharpest instrument of clarity there is.

That’s what my fire is now.

Not wild.

Not erratic.

But forged.

And that fire is mine to wield.

When I speak my truth with clarity—even if it’s fire—my field becomes more precise, powerful, and magnetic. I am the creator of clarity and am no longer willing to comply with distortion. 

Because I’m no longer holding a contradiction. 

I’m no longer smiling on the outside while screaming on the inside.

And that is the real cause of dis-ease.

Not the fire.

But the denial of the fire.

We’ve been taught to confuse light with performance.

To confuse peace with passivity.

To confuse gratitude with obedience.

But genuine gratitude does not silence your grief.

Real gratitude says:

I can hold the beauty and still name the betrayal.

I can love my life, but I still demand better.

I can be grateful for the lesson but still refuse to live inside the wound.

This is not negativity.

This is refinement.

Sovereignty is not smiling when your soul is breaking.

It is standing in the full, unfiltered clarity of what you feel, know, and will no longer carry.

You don’t need to speak lightly.

You need to speak the truth.

You must light and let the flame burn what is no longer real.

Because when you do,

Your field becomes magnetic.

Not because you’ve hidden the shadow

But because you’ve cleared the static.

That’s what makes manifestation real.

Not forced positivity.

But energetic coherence.

So no, I won’t repress what’s real to be palatable.

I won’t perform serenity to keep the peace.

And I won’t pretend gratitude means gagging my truth.

I will speak.

I will name.

I will roar if needed.

Because this is how the field clears.

This is how the soul purifies.

This is how creation begins.

This is sacred fire.

And this is what sovereignty feels like.

And now a field note from the woman who saw it all coming

WHEN THE TRUTH HITS BACK

The unfollows on YouTube. The quiet silence. Not because I’m wrong—but because I’m right. Because I said it years ago. Because I saw the game for what it was and dared to speak it out loud when everyone else was still licking the boots of false gods and systems that were never sacred.

Now, the truth is landing. And they scatter like cockroaches when the light comes on.

I’ve watched this happen so often; it barely surprises me anymore. What still burns, though, is the silence—the cowardice of those who pretend they didn’t hear me. Who now act stunned as the evidence spills out across their feet while I’m still standing here, carrying the weight of the ridicule, the dismissal, the slander, the fucking spiritual platitudes they threw at me like wet feathers to silence the storm in my chest.

You know the ones:

 “The universe doesn’t give you what you can’t handle.”

“When one door closes, another opens.”

“Oh well, maybe it’s just your past life karma.”

“The angels will take care of it.”

“What goes around comes around.”

“You must’ve chosen this for your soul’s growth.”

No.

Stop.

That’s not wisdom. That’s cowardice in a soft voice.

I didn’t “attract” the betrayal. I named it.

I didn’t “manifest” the theft. I watched it happen in slow motion, called it out in real-time, and was told I was crazy, emotional, and too much.

I told my lawyer, “You’re doing it wrong.”

He told me, “I know the law.”

I told the accountants they were lying to me—they laughed.

He scoffed when I told my husband that the woman whispering in his ear was out for money.

Five years later, she dumped him.

Precisely, as I said.

I’m not psychic. I’m just not blind.

But what do you do when you’re in the middle of the storm, and every truth you speak is met with condescension, spiritual bypassing, and weaponised kindness dressed up in white robes?

You wear the shame.

You wear the humiliation.

You carry the silence like a fucking cross.

If the boot were on the other foot, they’d be licking their wounds, setting up GoFundMe, surrounding themselves with love and support, crying victims. But I was cast out because I was too precise, too strong, too early.

Because I wouldn’t lie to make them comfortable.

This isn’t a man vs. woman story. It’s not feminism, or misogyny, or any of those labels people like to hide behind. It’s power. It’s corruption. It’s a system that protects the privileged, the resourced, and the connected—and punishes anyone who sees through it too clearly. I lost everything in the Family Court. And the person who helped destroy me? A woman. Greedy, cunning, strategic. She didn’t love him. She saw a mark. She took her cut. I warned him. I was right.

But the courts didn’t care. The lawyers didn’t care. The system isn’t broken. It works exactly as it’s designed to—to drain the vulnerable and reward the ruthless.

And when I say I lost everything—I don’t mean money. I mean foundation.

My root system.

Gone. For twenty years of my life, I worked to make something, to have it destroyed for someone’s lust and greed. Someone I believed would keep their word, a man of their word. Well, they weren’t, and now it’s very clear, they had no integrity, salt, or principle; their words were as empty as their soul. My word is my bond, they would preach. Such BS con-man lies. Trust me, this is not about love leaving me; this is about being made the sacrificial lamb for a phoenix move. I wore the considerable price while the other played the system in their hand. Swore agreements then reneged on them all, to throw me to the wolves.

Left without another thought, without respect for the long years we had, the trials and support seen through, erased from existence, it all meant nothing.

No super.

No insurance.

No home base.

No backup plan.

No family to call.

No career to pivot into.

No community to lean on.

Just me. My salt. And the dirt under my feet.

And the world said, “You’ll be fine.”

And the spiritual crowd said, “Your angels have a plan.”

And the system said, “Take the crumbs. Be grateful.”

But I saw the bigger pattern. And I still do.

So now, when they start floating $10,000 gold—not as fantasy, but as correction—I feel it in my bones. Because for me, that’s not a market call. That’s an energetic justice signal. That’s the vibration of something long overdue beginning to take form.

Not to make me rich.

But to finally reflect the value of what was stolen, silenced, and dismissed.

So no—I don’t need apologies.

I don’t need followers.

I don’t need you to realise I was right, finally.

I need this world to stop punishing women for surviving betrayal.

I need the system to stop protecting the charming and the connected.

I need the new world built differently—from truth, not performance.

I’m not bitter. Let it burn, purify, and expose, and what’s left will be the truth.  

I’m not broken.

I’m the fire.

And the fire is coming.

And I say again - let it burn, let it purify, let it expose, and what’s left will be the truth!

Delahrose Roobie Myer

Alchemist • Astrologer • Author