The Fire of True Independence

Reflections from a Woman Who Refused to Stay Small

I used to think independence was about governments and fireworks.

Now I know it’s about freedom from anything—or anyone—that dims your light.

I’ve walked through churches that preached love while practicing exclusion.

I’ve sat in yoga circles that praised peace but recoiled from real pain.

I’ve met spiritual teachers who offered wisdom but withheld truth—just enough to keep you coming back, confused, dependent, and unsure of your own voice.

Not all teachers do this. But many do—consciously or not.

Because full liberation threatens their place on the pedestal.

And here’s what I’ve learned:

Some leaders don’t want you free.

They want you seeking, not finding.

Needing, not knowing.

Small, not sovereign.

But I didn’t come here to play small.

I didn’t rise from trauma and sacred heartbreak just to kneel before false gods of ego and spiritual control.

I came to remember.

I came to burn.

I came to tell the truth.

This fire inside me isn’t rage—it’s clarity.

This independence isn’t rebellion—it’s return.

To the truth.

To God.

To the deep, intuitive knowing that I was never meant to stay caged in anyone else’s version of love.

So this July 4th, I’m not just celebrating political independence.

I’m declaring spiritual sovereignty.

No more shrinking to fit a teacher’s comfort.

No more silence to preserve someone else’s illusion of enlightenment.

No more apologizing for being too much, too loud, too discerning, too real.

This is my Declaration of Independence—from manipulation, from spiritual bypassing, and from the systems that could not hold my truth.

The dragons are real.

But so is the woman who dances with them.

And her fire cannot be extinguished.