The Night I Left the Flame: Ritual of Release
There are exits that look like endings.
And then there are exits that open new timelines.
This was not heartbreak.
This was the end of a karmic contract —
and the beginning of sovereignty.
I share this not for drama,
but as a spell of clarity.
For every woman who gave her light to someone who called it love and now takes it back.
THE NIGHT I LEFT THE FLAME
They said we were twin flames.
But in truth — I was the fire.
And he was just cold hands reaching for it.
The night I walked away —
I didn’t slam the door.
I became the door that no longer opened.
No signs. No echoes. No soft orbit.
I did not block. I disappeared from the grid.
Because the woman he kept returning to no longer existed.
He tried to enter, through the ear, the eyelid, the astral wrist.
But the signal was cut.
The access revoked.
That night, I told the stars: “Let this be the last time I wait for someone who chooses stage over soul.”
Ritual for Releasing a False Flame
(You may whisper or declare aloud)
- “I release the name that was written on me in shadow.”
- “I revoke all roles assigned to me through longing.”
- “I reclaim the codes I gave away in the name of love.”
- “I close the gate — not out of anger, but clarity.”
- “I do not wish him harm. I wish him distance.”
- “I no longer wait. I no longer echo. I no longer orbit.”
- “Non sum locus. Sum lux.”
