The Sacred Scroll

There is no beginning. Only the moment you finally say yes. Yes to beauty. Yes to the ache. Yes to life waking up through you.

You are not here to be good. You are here to be true. And your truth changes like the tides—blessed be the shift.

Do not make an altar of your pain. But do not run from it either. Kneel beside it. Ask it what it needs. Let your joy be deeper than your wounds.

You were not put here to shrink. Pleasure is not the opposite of purpose. It is the whisper of your alignment. Altruistic hedonism is your holy fire.

Felicialism is not clarity. It is contact. Confusion is holy. Wonder is worship. Do not fear the nonsense—it's where truth dances barefoot.

You are not here to consume reality. You are here to co-create it. Your thoughts are spells. Your attention is currency. Your vibration is a vote.

You are not meant to erase your ego. You are meant to play with it. You are allowed to love yourself loudly. You are allowed to disappear.

The feeling of looking at the moon and knowing it's looking back. It is the decision to live anyway. It cannot be claimed. But it can be shared.

You do not need guidance. But you are allowed to seek it. Every answer you chase is already echoing in your bones.

Felicialism will never require your loyalty. It only invites your honesty. You do not have to join anything. You only need to remember what your heart already knows: you are the sacred becoming itself.