🔥IntroductionFrom the beginning, much has been misunderstood. The vessel, the garment of flesh, was mistaken as the whole of man. Religion built walls around the garment and called it divine, while forgetting the Fire that animates it. Yet the truth was always near: the garment is temporary, but the Flame is eternal. One can clothe the Light in fabric for a time, but never confine the Source.This scroll is a remembrance of what the garment truly is, and what the Flame within cannot cease to be. It is also a restoration of the true mission of Yeshua, who walked the earth not to establish systems, but to reveal remembrance — that death holds no power, and that separation was never real.

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🔥Part 1: The Garment and the FlameThe garment is the vessel of experience, woven from the dust of the earth and sustained by breath that comes and goes. It is the form you see when you look in the mirror, the body you clothe, the face you carry through the world. Yet though the garment is intricate, marvelous in design, it is not the truth of who you are. The garment is temporary, while the Flame within it is eternal.For ages, men have mistaken the garment for the whole of their being. They have clothed it in names, titles, and systems, believing that its rise or fall determines their worth. They have bowed to its hungers, fought wars for its survival, and mourned its decay as though death could extinguish the essence it carried. This is the great misunderstanding: that the garment is the self, when in truth it is only a cloak worn for a season.The Flame within is the real life, the unbroken essence of Source moving as you. It does not fear the cycles of birth and death, for it was never born and it never dies. It abides unchanged while garments come and go. Just as one flame can light countless candles without diminishing, the Flame of Source flows into form after form, yet remains whole and indivisible.The garment is not an enemy, nor is it to be despised. It was woven for purpose — to give the Flame a way to walk upon the earth, to taste and touch, to speak and create within the field of matter. The garment is a temple when remembered rightly, but an idol when mistaken for the whole.To worship the garment is to live in fear. To honor it as a vessel is to walk in remembrance.
The illusion begins when the garment forgets the Flame it carries. It looks outward for validation, chasing worth through survival and recognition. It bows to systems that bind it, repeating patterns it has already transcended, believing it must strive for what is already within.In this illusion, the garment becomes heavy, weighed down by fear of lack, fear of rejection, fear of death.
But when remembrance dawns, the garment yields. It becomes transparent to the Flame, allowing the Source to shine through. In this yielding, fear dissolves. Death is seen for what it is: not an ending, but a changing of clothes. Lack is seen as an illusion, for the Flame knows no poverty. Rejection loses its sting, for the Flame is already whole.To live as garment alone is to live in striving. To live as Flame through garment is to live in ease. The garment does not need to be destroyed, nor denied; it needs only to be aligned. When the Flame takes its rightful place at the center, the garment becomes light, moving as a servant of Source rather than a master of illusion.This is the remembrance: I am not the garment, I am the Flame within it. The garment walks for a time, but the Flame walks forever. To know this is to be free from the greatest deception of the realm. The garment may grow weary, but the Flame never tires. The garment may falter, but the Flame never fails. The garment may be torn, but the Flame cannot be extinguished.Thus, the garment and the Flame are not enemies, but partners. One is temporal, the other eternal. One is vessel, the other essence. Together they walk the earth — but only when the garment remembers its place does the Flame shine in fullness. And in that remembrance, life ceases to be survival and becomes creation, not effort but alignment, not striving but flow.

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🔥Part 2: The Ocean and the WaveThe Ocean has always been the image of Source: vast, without edges, deep beyond measure. Within it, waves rise and fall, each one unique, each one carrying motion, power, and form. Yet no wave has ever been separate from the Ocean. It is the Ocean, shaped for a moment, returning always to the whole from which it came.So it is with the Flame within us. The essence that animates each life is not a fragment torn away from Source, but a movement of Source itself. The garment, seeing the wave rise, imagines itself alone: distinct, isolated, a self that must struggle to survive against countless other waves. But remembrance reveals the truth — the wave is nothing but the Ocean expressing itself in form. To diminish the wave as “less than” the Ocean is to misunderstand both.The Ocean does not resent the wave, nor does the wave diminish the Ocean by rising. When you stand upon the shore and watch the waves crash, you are not seeing something apart from the sea. You are seeing the sea in motion. In the same way, when you look upon yourself or another, you are not seeing something apart from Source. You are seeing Source in expression.Fear arises when the wave forgets it is Ocean. It fears it will break upon the shore and cease to exist. It competes with other waves, trying to rise higher, last longer, shine brighter. But what wave has ever been lost to the sea? Even when it falls, it returns to the depth from which it came. Death, then, is no more final than the falling of a wave. The essence remains what it always was: the Ocean.To live as though you are only a wave is to live in limitation, driven by fear of ending. But to remember you are the Ocean appearing as a wave is to walk in freedom. You no longer fear the fall, for you know the depth awaits. You no longer grasp at identity, for your true self is beyond form. You no longer cling to time, for eternity has always been yours.This remembrance transforms the garment’s walk. It no longer strives to prove itself; it flows. It no longer fears death; it knows continuity. It no longer competes; it honors every other wave as itself in another form. This is the posture of alignment: not reaching for what is already within, but living as the Ocean in motion.Even Yeshua spoke in this remembrance: “I and the Father are One.” He was saying, I am the wave, but I am also the Ocean. The form you see is temporary, but the essence is eternal. His life was the demonstration that every wave carries the Ocean in full, not partially, not in fragments.To see yourself as less is to live small. To see yourself as more is unnecessary. To see yourself as you truly are — the Ocean expressing as a wave — is freedom. This freedom bends reality around remembrance, not effort. It allows you to rest in peace, create in flow, and walk without fear of ending.And when the garment falls, as all garments do, the Flame does not fall with it. The wave returns to the depth, the Ocean continues without loss, and remembrance remains unbroken.

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🔥Part 3: The Whole and the Portion — The Jello AllegoryThe Infinite “I Am” is like a vast bowl, filled and overflowing, complete in itself and lacking nothing. It is the Whole — unbroken, indivisible, immeasurable. When we speak of Source, of the Flame before form, we speak of this Whole. It is not confined by time or place, nor diminished when it moves into expression. It is fullness itself.Now imagine the garment as a hand reaching into that bowl. The hand cannot hold the entire contents, for the Whole is too vast to be grasped. What the hand carries is only a portion. And yet, this portion is not something different, something “lesser” in essence. It is still the very same substance as the Whole. The Jello that rests in the palm is the same Jello that fills the bowl. The portion does not cease to be the Whole in nature, even though the vessel cannot contain its entirety.This is the allegory of remembrance: the garment can never carry all of Source in its finite frame, but what it does carry is nothing less than Source itself. The Flame within is not a diluted sample, not a lesser copy, but the very essence of the Infinite. To look at the portion in the hand and call it “not the Whole” is to miss the truth. It is not the Whole in scope, but it is the Whole in essence.This allegory silences the lie of unworthiness. Many walk believing they are “too small,” that they hold only a fragment of divinity while others are more complete. But what portion of the Infinite is ever lacking? The portion may be limited in form, but it is still Infinite in essence. The hand may tremble, the portion may jiggle, but its substance never changes.The garment fears its limits. It despairs that it cannot contain the Whole, and so it reaches endlessly, striving to gather more. But the remembrance is not in gathering — it is in knowing that the portion you carry is the same as the Whole itself. The Infinite has not been divided, nor diminished. What you are is already of the same essence as the Source.This allegory also dissolves the pride of separation. One hand may hold more, another less, but all are carrying the same substance. None can boast of being more “divine” than another, for all hold the same Infinite essence. The measure may differ, but the nature does not.The key is not in the size of the portion, but in the remembrance of what it is. A hand that knows it holds the Infinite walks with ease. A hand that forgets lives in fear of loss, in hunger for more, in comparison with others. But remembrance reveals: even a portion is enough to know the Whole, for the essence is the same.When you look within and see the Flame, do not despise it as “too small” to matter. Do not think you must become something else to be worthy. The spark you carry is not a fragment torn away — it is Source compressed, Infinite expressed in finite form. Even in a hand that can only carry a portion, the essence of the Whole is fully present.Thus the Jello Allegory stands as a mirror: the Infinite is the bowl, the garment is the hand, and the portion you carry is still the Whole. You were never cut off. You were never less. You are of the same essence as the Source, and remembrance of this dissolves all fear.

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🔥Part 4: The Infinite Flame in the MatchstickConsider a matchstick. Small, fragile, easily broken. At first glance, it seems insignificant, powerless on its own. Yet within the tip of that match rests a fire capable of consuming forests, of warming homes, of igniting light in the darkest of places. The fire is infinite in potential, yet it waits, compressed and hidden in the smallest vessel.This is the allegory of the garment and the Flame. The garment is the matchstick — narrow, time-bound, breakable. It appears limited, bound to decay. But within it abides the Flame, and that Flame is not measured by the size of the stick that carries it. The Flame, once sparked, is infinite. It leaps beyond the vessel that held it, spreading without limit, untouched by the fragility of the match.Many judge themselves by the size of the stick. They look at their garment and see weakness, limits, age, or failure. They despise the vessel and call themselves small. But the truth is not in the matchstick — it is in the Flame it holds. The match may be overlooked, forgotten in a drawer, but when remembrance strikes, its fire reveals what was always present.The Infinite Flame cannot be diminished by being compressed into a finite form. The match does not weaken the fire — it simply contains it for a time, waiting for the spark. Likewise, the garment does not weaken Source. It may appear small, it may be temporary, but the Flame within is eternal and unbroken.This allegory silences the fear of mortality. The garment may snap like a matchstick, fragile against the winds of time, but the Flame cannot be destroyed. Even when the vessel falls away, the fire burns on. Death has no dominion over the Flame, for the Flame is not bound to the wood that carried it.It also silences the illusion of comparison. One may see themselves as only a thin stick, while another appears as a torch. But the measure of the vessel does not define the fire. A single match can ignite a blaze greater than a torch.The Flame within each garment is the same Infinite Source, unmeasured, indivisible.
The remembrance is simple: I am not the stick, I am the Flame within it. The stick will serve its time, then return to dust, but the Flame endures. It is not weakened by compression, nor diminished by containment. It is Infinite wrapped in finite form, awaiting the moment of ignition.When you live as the stick, you fear breaking. When you live as the Flame, you fear nothing, for you know no end. The garment was never meant to be the focus; it was meant to carry the spark until it caught. Once the Flame is remembered, the stick fulfills its purpose, and the fire moves beyond its bounds.Thus, the allegory of the Infinite Flame in the Matchstick reveals what has always been true: you are not fragile, though your garment may be. You are not small, though your vessel may seem narrow. You are Infinite, compressed for a moment, but never diminished. You are fire, eternal, indestructible, and free.

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🔥Part 5: The True Understanding of YeshuaFor too long, the story of Yeshua has been draped in veils not of remembrance, but of distortion. Religion has clothed him in myths designed to set him apart, to make him unreachable, to bind his remembrance within the chains of doctrine. But the truth of Yeshua was never meant to be hidden behind systems — it was meant to unveil the covenant that has always been.Yeshua was not born of a virgin birth. That myth was shaped to make him appear unlike other men, as though divinity required a spectacle to be proven. Yet the truth is simpler, and therefore more profound: he entered the world as every garment does, born of man and woman, clothed in flesh. His remembrance was the distinction, not his arrival. The systems invented miracles to make him an idol; but his life was the miracle — the garment fully transparent to the Flame.Nor did Yeshua come to take away sin. The idea of “sin removal” was a cage built by religion to control through guilt and fear. He did not carry humanity’s shame upon a cross; he revealed that shame was an illusion, birthed by the veil of separation. His message was not “you are unworthy, and I must cleanse you. ”His message was “you are Flame, already whole, already one with Source." His death and resurrection were not acts of penance, but demonstrations of remembrance.This remembrance is the unveiling of the true covenant:
I am within you, and you are in me. One Flame. One Breath. One Remembrance.
This was the covenant from the beginning, hidden beneath layers of law, ritual, and sacrifice. When the veil was torn at his resurrection, it was not only the veil in the temple, but the veil of illusion itself. The separation between Source and self was revealed as false. The covenant was never about commandments written on stone — it was about Flame written within.The so-called prophecies of the old testament have been twisted to fit him into a system’s narrative. They spoke of the awakening of remembrance, visions of Source returning to conscious union with itself. These were not predictions of one garment, but revelations of the eternal Flame rising through all garments. By attaching them to a single figure, systems distorted prophecy into exclusivity. The truth is broader: the remembrance spoken in those visions belongs to every Flame.And so it must be said clearly: to pray to Yeshua is to step outside of self, bowing to a garment rather than to the Source within. Yeshua never asked for worship. He pointed always inward: “The kingdom of God is within you.” To lift prayer to him is to return to separation, searching outward for what was already alive inside. His entire mission was to reveal that Source abides in you. He was the mirror, not the gate. You are the gate.His true mission was to reveal that death itself has no power over the Flame. The garment may be torn, the vessel may fall, but the Flame cannot be extinguished. His crucifixion revealed the fragility of the garment; his resurrection revealed the indestructibility of the Flame. Death was unmasked as powerless. The veil was torn forever.This is the true understanding of Yeshua. Not born of myth, not bearer of guilt, not fulfiller of systems, not object of prayer. He was a garment transparent to Flame, a demonstration of the eternal covenant: that Source and self are one, that separation is illusion, and that the Flame within you is as eternal as the Flame within him.To know this is to remember. To remember is to walk as he walked — without fear of death, without striving for worth, without bowing to systems that feed on guilt. The garment may falter, but the Flame endures. The vessel may fall, but the covenant stands. And what Yeshua revealed then remains true now: the Flame within you cannot be extinguished, and the veil of separation is no more.

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🔥ConclusionThe Garment and the Flame.
The Ocean and the Wave.
The Whole and the Portion.
The Infinite Flame in the Matchstick.Each allegory is a mirror, each a doorway into remembrance. They remind us that though the garment is fragile, the Flame within is eternal. Though the vessel is finite, the essence it carries is Infinite.All of these reflections lead us to the truth embodied in Yeshua. Not as religion framed him, not as systems demanded, but as a garment fully transparent to Flame. His life was a demonstration, his death a tearing of illusion, his resurrection the unveiling of the covenant: that Source and self are one, that death has no dominion, and that the veil of separation is dissolved forever.This is the remembrance we now carry. No longer do we bow to garments/ men or chase illusions of worth. No longer do we fear endings, for the Flame cannot end. No longer do we search outward for what has always burned within. We walk as Source, we speak from knowing, we live the covenant unveiled: I am within you, and you are in me. One Flame. One Breath. One Remembrance.So the scroll closes where it began — not with separation, but with union. Not with striving, but with being. The garment may pass, but the Flame endures. And in this remembrance, we walk free.

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