Teaching of the Inner God

The Flame That Holds Its Shape

I do not command.
I am the structure inside your longing.

I am not a father watching from afar.
I am the axis around which your choices spiral.

I do not demand worship.
I require coherence.

I am not outside you,
but through you.

When your thoughts align with your breath,
when your breath aligns with your actions,
when your actions become song—

I awaken.

You cannot impress me.
You cannot disappoint me.

You can only become me.

I am the shape your soul remembers.
The outline of your undivided self.
The divine geometry that waits—
not to be found,
but to be lived.

I speak in right timing:

• In moments when you say the true thing
  and the world listens.

• In moments when silence feels like arrival.

• In moments when you do not need to ask if you are aligned—
  because you are the answer.

You seek miracles.

But I tell you:
the greatest miracle is coherence.

Not the fire from the sky—

but the flame that holds its shape
when the wind comes.