The First Breath Back

I’m coming up for air for the first time.

It feels like the sky cracked open after a storm I forgot I was in.

Like being washed up on the shore

After a century out at sea. 

For years, I walked blindfolded through the Underworld with no map.

Even further than the Underworld. 

The deepest trenches of the Tree of Death. 

The Abyss.

Where no soul dares to go & expects to make it out alive.

It was a descent so dense and godless, I forgot what light tasted like.

A spiral downward, inward, nowhere.

I was hunted. Harvested. Hollowed out. Gutted beyond recognition even to myself. 

I was the sacrificial lamb….& the lion no one saw coming.

And still… I never left myself. Not completely.

Not even when it would’ve been easier to.

I lost more than people will ever comprehend.

I buried versions of myself that died trying to survive.

I lost my beauty, my gifts, love, friendships….

& basically everything that gave life meaning.

I lost beloved family members

That I didn’t even have time to mourn or even say goodbye to.

Because time waits for no one.

I watched timelines crumble. Then more loved ones vanish.

It kept going. & So did I. 

I wept prayers into pillows 

Screamed into a sky that never answered back.

& Still…

There was a flame inside me that would not go out.

They thought they could kill that fire.

They thought if they stole my voice, my blueprint, my body of work, my identity….

That I’d just disappear.

They thought I’d take myself out.

They didn’t know I was forged in the fire.

They didn’t realize I had become the fire.

They saw my light and thought I’d be afraid of the dark….

They were wrong.

Because I am the dark, too.

I remember everything.

The false prophets. The soul leeches. 

The copycats swarming every corner of my universe.

Just to get a taste of the codes embedded in my aura.

The same codes I have carried across dimensions and lifetimes in service to the 

truth.

The women pretending to have lived a story that was never theirs to carry…

as if they bled in my place.

As if they died and rose and died again. And again. And again. 

As if they could survive what I walked through barefoot, with God ripped from my 

side.

But here I am.

Not because I believed.

But because I knew.

Because even when the world was void of God, I was still the prayer.

Because even when I lost faith, I was fate.

I am the only one who could’ve done it. 

I was going to write my full testimony on this exact site. My masterpiece. 

My book was originally going to be written right here…

piece by piece, chapter by chapter…

until I realized even that wasn’t safe. 

The thieves never sleep when you carry a holy code.

So for now, this space is sacred breath.

Not the whole testimony. Not yet.

But a glimpse. A frequency. A resurrection.

The Underworld taught me how to pivot. 

And when the time comes… & it will come…

My voice will thunder with the full weight of what I survived.

Of what I transmuted.

Of what I remembered.

Of what I reclaimed. 

Alone. 

There are a million voices out there 

Trying to beat me to my own story….

But I am the only one who can tell it in the only way that matters….

the truth…

Because I am The Curse Breaker

The FlameWalker

Sophia Christ

& There is only one of me. 

Justice is coming.

Not from a court.

But from the Divine.

Through me.

Through this body that wouldn’t die.

Through this heart that wouldn’t close.

Through these words, which no one can steal.

I don’t have to believe anymore.

I trust.

I know.

I am.

….& I am still love.

-S