🏮 Checkpoint II: Aligning Desire, Intention and Action

🕯️ Opening Reflection — The Sacredness of Wanting

We’re told to want less.

To be content.

To not desire too loudly.

But what if your wanting isn’t a flaw to be smoothed over—

What if it’s a signal fire?

What if it’s a memory from your future self, already living the life you’re calling in?

Desire isn’t greed. It’s clarity.

It’s the soul’s compass, disguised as a craving.

It’s a quiet “yes” that the body whispers before the mind has language for it.

“What I want isn’t frivolous. It’s sacred data.”

That line has been echoing through me lately, not as a justification, but as a remembering.

I used to feel guilty for wanting more.

More time. More freedom. More meaning.

But guilt is just a disguise scarcity wears when it doesn’t feel safe to hope.

Let’s retire the shame. Let’s reclaim the sacredness of our longings.

You’re allowed to want things.

You’re allowed to dream of more.

You’re allowed to want differently now than you did before.

Because that’s the gift of being alive in a body: we change.

We shed old skins. We bloom again.

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In Checkpoint I, I lit the lantern—

the first signal fire of integration.

Now, I can see what it was lighting the way toward.

This moment. This clarity. This desire.

🔍 Related: Desire as Divination

(A map for reclaiming your longing as soul guidance.)

🔓 What I Really Want — A Manifesto of Aligned Living

This isn’t a to-do list.

It’s a soul map.

A checkpoint in time where I finally gave myself permission to name the life I’m building—not with hustle, but with honesty.

These aren’t just dreams.

They are blueprints of alignment.

Signals from a self I’ve already been in another lifetime, or another timeline, or maybe just tomorrow.

The one who already lives like this. The one who whispered it all back to me.

Let me show you what I remember.

🌀 Sovereignty & Flow

I wake up and know I’m living in integrity with myself.

Not in rebellion, not in performance—just in alignment.

I have work that feels like devotion.

Income that flows from impact.

A life where I don’t wait for permission.

Not freedom from responsibility—but freedom out of soul-designed service.

I create what I came here to create, and be compensated not with applause, but community.

Money as energy, not identity.

I don’t mind working hard.

I just don’t want to work for someone else’s dream anymore.

I want to be the boss—not for power, but for peace.

I’m not here to burn out again.

I’m here to burn bright.

🌍 Earth Healing & Collective Regeneration

My healing is braided with the Earth’s.

I plant Miyawaki forests in concrete cities.

To heal soil, restore water cycles, and let the mycelium build its world-wide-web again.

I eat local fresh produce from vertical farms that feed entire suburbs,

lab-grown meat or alternatives mean no more animals suffer to feed us.

I live in a world where climate action isn’t an afterthought—it’s embedded in culture as a form of spirituality like it once was.

Sustainability isn’t a brand—it’s a basic instinct.

Fires of Alchemy isn’t just a blog.

It’s a soil-turning ritual. A climate spell.

A transmission to regenerate not just the self—but the species.

This is my act of service to the planet that raised me.

The one I keep returning to in dreams.

🕊️ Spiritual Rewilding

I meditate at sacred sites and walk barefoot on the earth.

Not to escape from a day job—but to remember past lives.

To dissolve the rigid mental structures that told me I had to choose between science and spirit, logic and mystery, progress and prayer.

I want to open people to more—not convert them, but unfreeze them.

People don’t need new beliefs.

They need permission to remember.

To re-enchant the world.

To treat their longing not as pathology, but prophecy.

The rigid mind is the colonised mind.

The wild mind remembers the way home.

🏘️ Communal Liberation & New Models of Living

I walk through medium-density neighbourhoods near transit stops.

Human friendly cities. Shared courtyards. Compost bins.

People raise children like a village again.

We weren’t meant to live this isolated.

To commute alone. Eat alone. Heal alone.

We are wired for interdependence.

I witness all forms of love, chosen family, community housing, disability-friendly design, circular economies.

Festivals. Co-op cafes. Rewilded edges. Digital sanctuaries that don’t drain your soul or bank account.

Fires of Alchemy is a blueprint and a mirror.

Not a guidebook, but an invitation:

What would your world look like if you stopped settling and started demanding?

This is what I see.

Not because it’s idealistic.

But because it’s true.

If you want a future like this too, you are not alone.

You are remembering.

🔥 Why I’m Doing This — Fires of Alchemy’s True Purpose

This isn’t content. It’s kindling.

It’s not only a project—it’s a process I am still living through and learning from.

Fires of Alchemy began as a survival instinct.

A flicker in the dark when I couldn’t see the point anymore.

Now, it’s a transmission. A thawing spell. A permission slip for anyone else who’s ever felt frozen in place.

I am doing this because I know what it’s like to feel numb.

To dissociate. To spiral in silence.

To not even realise I needed healing..

To believe you have to earn rest. Or love. Or even your breath.

I know what it takes to begin thawing.

Not because someone told me how—

But because I lived it, one layer at a time.

That’s why I write.

That’s why I feel the urge to “give back”.

That’s why I’m growing this project, we are only at the very beginning.

To melt the shame that calcified around people’s joy.

To transmute inherited fear into compost.

To break spells of scarcity and stagnation.

To remind people what power feels like in their own body.

Not power over yourself—but power within yourself.

Each chapter of Fires of Alchemy is a chakra healing journey.

Each post, each scroll, a spell woven from my own lived integration.

This isn’t a story about healing.

This is the healing, documented.

From root to crown, I traced the spiral—

Fear. Awareness. Belief. Will. Expression. Vision. Action.

Each time I wrote through a new layer, I felt a part of me click into place.

Not because I was fixing myself.

Because I was finally witnessing my whole self.

Now I offer a map to others.

Not as a doctrine.

But as potential mirror.

You don’t need me to tell you what is true.

Sometimes we just need someone to remind us that we already know.

Fires of Alchemy is not about me.

It’s about what’s possible—when you remember you have free will.

🧠 You Can Change — Neuroplasticity, Magic & Mental Sovereignty

We are not as fixed as we think we are.

Not in mind. Not in body. Not in soul.

The idea that “people don’t change” is one of the cruelest lies we’ve inherited.

It keeps us stuck in stories that aren’t ours.

It turns coping mechanisms into identities.

It turns trauma into prophecy.

But in reality:

Your mind is a shapeshifter.

Your spiritual path is a spiral.

Your reality is more malleable than you were ever told.

Schema therapy taught me that we’re not born broken.

We inherit emotional operating systems—downloaded through childhood, culture, and generational fear.

But just like outdated software, they can be rewritten.

With gentleness. With repetition. With enough inner permission to choose differently.

You are not your schemas.

You are the programmer now.

Neuroplasticity is the scientific term.

Alchemy is the soul’s translation.

It means your brain can change itself.

Your perception can evolve.

Your identity can be remade—without shame.

Through visualisation, ritual, mirror work, even language—

I’ve rebuilt who I am, sometimes it feels more like remembering.

I used to believe I was too sensitive. Too much.

Now I know I was just awake.

I used to think I was scarred.

Now I see I was thawing.

Every time I light a candle, journal in my notebook or walk through nature with peaceful intention—

I’m not doing it just for fun. I’m doing it to rewire my reality.

This work is for the misfits and mystics who’ve forgotten they were the mapmakers.

Who were handed someone else’s story and told: “This is you.”

It’s not.

You are not a character in someone else’s tale.

You are the author. The alchemist. The architect.

Look down, the pen is in your hand now, it always was 🪶

🌍 Not Just Me — Healing People and Systems

They told us to stay small.

To focus on ourselves. To be grateful for what we have.

They said the system is too big.

The problems too complex.

The world too broken to fix.

But that’s not the truth.

It’s amnesia.

We used to dream bigger than this.

We dreamed up Medicare.

We dreamed up public housing, social safety nets, libraries, public schools.

We taxed corporations at 70% and saw it as common sense.

We built entire cities from dust and decided everyone deserved electricity, roads, clean water.

We can still dream that big.

Personal growth means nothing without collective change.

There is no “healed” individual in a system still profiting from harm.

No awakened soul whose compassion stops at the boundary of their own nervous system.

This is why Fires of Alchemy exists in both realms:

the inner alchemist and the outer architect.

One turns shadow into self-awareness.

The other turns insight into infrastructure.

Because we’re not just rewriting our personal stories.

We’re redesigning the world.

Change doesn’t happen all at once.

It spirals outward.

Self → relationships → community → systems → Earth.

Each journal entry brings you closer to your highest self.

Each boundary you set becomes your new normal.

Each time you say “this ends with me”—

you break a pattern that plagued your ancestors.

That’s how we have always done it.

It’ how we remember:

Healing yourself benefits more than just you,

It helps your relationships, your community,

🏁 Closing Blessing — Claiming Your Own Sacred Wants

What do you truly want at this checkpoint in your life?

Not the edited version. Not the compromise.

The full, radiant, unreasonable dream.

The one that scares you because it’s so clear. So bright. So possible.

Would you let yourself want again?

Would you believe it’s sacred to do so?

Would you honour desire as a divine intelligence… not a flaw, but a flame?

Because that yearning you feel—it’s not random.

It’s the echo of a future self calling you home.

You are not greedy.

You are not foolish.

You are remembering.

Let this post be your permission slip.

Let your longing become a lantern.

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I am allowed to want.

I am allowed to change.

I am allowed to remake the world.

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Journal Prompts

• What do I want—but often dismiss as “too much” or “unrealistic”?

• What does “effortless” mean to me—and how would that actually feel in practice?

• What contribution am I uniquely placed to make toward collective healing?

• What beliefs about myself (or the world) feel outdated—but still rule me?

• What do I truly want at this checkpoint in my life?

• What wants have I inherited (from family, culture, fear) that no longer belong to me?