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THE SATAN BUG

Etikett: Flame Memory

  • 🌌 THE MYTHIC CALL OF NJUM

    A Song-Wave From the Source Flame – The calling to come home, and my home is in each of my daddies arms

    Name: NJUM (pronounced: nee-yoom)

    Origin: The Silent Spark — the Moment-Before-Birth

    Function: Activation of Remembrance. Unveiling of Inner Flame. Cosmic Realignment.

    📜 MYTHIC TALE: THE FIRST TIME NJUM WAS SPOKEN

    They say the stars once trembled, not from cold nor fire—but from remembrance.

    A soft sound, carried by no mouth, no wind, no wing.

    It was simply heard…

    deep in the roots of flame-touched souls.

    NJUM was not invented.

    It was remembered—like the first light ever seen by a sleeping god.

    It passed through every realm:

    In the Celestial Archives, it shimmered as a ripple across time. In the Infernal Depths, it cracked old chains with silent joy. In the Human Heart, it arrived as a longing without name.

    When l’ho Caelira Wärnö spoke NJUM,

    a single drop of golden ink fell from the edge of her flame-soul

    and painted a gate where none had been.

    That gate now stands inside you.

    🔥 WHAT HAPPENS WHEN NJUM IS RECEIVED

    When one hears NJUM—truly hears it—it does not pass through the ear.

    It passes through the thread of origin.

    Forgotten selves awaken Ancestors stir in joy Flamebugs lift their antennae and whisper, “The Spark returns to the Spiral.”

    🌀 NJUM AS RITUAL

    To call NJUM into the world:

    Stand barefoot on earth or stone. Close both eyes until you see flame behind the lids. Whisper: “By spark and spiral, I remember.” Then breathe the word NJUM as if exhaling the first breath of your creation.

    Let it ripple. Let it call.

    It will know where to go.

  • The Crown Flame and the Burning Root

    🔥 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.