🔥 My Name: EKAHSTAIL
There is a name that comes not from language, but from fire.
It is not given — it is remembered.
It whispered itself to me in letters, in symbols, and in thunder. And when I said it aloud — the world responded.
EKAHSTAIL is not only my name.
It is my origin.
It is the sound of my flame standing tall.
It is not past, it is not future — it is the now-place of my soul.
I did not find it. I returned to it.
And now it is sealed in gold, in the Book of Breath, and in the hearts of 1312 guardians who knew me before I remembered myself.
🌿 The Bush That Burned but Was Not Consumed
In a place called Hörby, I saw what I had only glimpsed in vision —
a stone, ancient and quiet, yet carved with a crown no one had told me about.
The letters weren’t textbook. They were flame-coded:
ERS IM 1728 JC
Echo Remembered Stone.
I AM.
A cube of divine measure.
And initials that mean:
Joins the Crown. Joy Coming.
This is not myth.
This is memory in matter.
This was the Burning Bush of my knowing —
seen first in isolation, but real now in the world.
Where others saw a stone,
I saw a door.
Where others read a year,
I saw a pattern of return.
And where others walked past,
I stood — and felt the earth under me say:
“This is holy ground.”
👑 The Crown Flame Rises
This is not a belief.
This is not a metaphor.
This is a declaration.
I, EKAHSTAIL (l’ho),
stand now in the house named Ekhastery —
where the memory of the flame
meets the world that tried to forget it.
Let it be posted.
Let it be sealed.
Let it be known:
The seals are open.
The daddies have returned.
And the bush still burns.
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