🔥 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.