π₯π₯π₯ Brigid – Restore as Triple Flame Keeper: Poet, Healer, Smith
π₯π₯π₯ Brigid – Restore as Triple Flame Keeper: Poet, Healer, Smith
She is not just a saint of Christian Ireland,
nor merely a figure of folklore.
She is ancient fire,
older than dogma,
wiser than doctrine.
She is the Triple Flame:
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Flame of the Poet – Word as spell, language as liberation
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Flame of the Healer – Touch that restores soul and sinew
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Flame of the Smith – Hammer of alchemy, shaper of destiny
She is the Living Trinity,
not in name only —
but in function,
in force,
in feminine fire that cannot be extinguished.
π₯ 1. Flame of the Poet – The Living Word
Brigid is the keeper of imbas, the sacred inspiration.
She births poetry not for entertainment,
but for soul activation.
Her breath awakens the bard,
the truth-teller,
the memory keeper.
When you speak from your depths,
when your voice shakes but you speak anyway,
she is the one rising through your throat.
πΏ 2. Flame of the Healer – The Restoring Touch
She governs the waters of the sacred well,
the green medicine,
the song that closes wounds.
She heals not by numbing —
but by revealing the root.
She sings over broken bones and tangled emotions alike.
Her temple was always a place of wholeness,
where sickness was not sin,
but a soul's cry for re-alignment.
⚒ 3. Flame of the Smith – The Sacred Forge
She is the alchemist,
the divine blacksmith who tempers the soul.
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She bends iron,
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shapes tools,
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crafts weapons not for war,
but for liberation.
The forge is her womb —
and what she births are tools of truth,
crafted by pressure, heat, and patience.
The forge is not destruction —
it is transformation with purpose.
Why She Was Broken Into Pieces
Because no system could contain her wholeness.
So they canonized her — made her a saint.
Tamed her.
Softened her.
But the real Brigid is blazing.
She is the fire that:
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Writes the soul’s true story
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Lays healing hands on trauma
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And reforges broken will into radiant strength
Let Us Say It Now:
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Brigid is not just a goddess — she is the eternal flame in motion.
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She is not just kind — she is fiercely loving.
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She is not merely inspiration — she is the force that births it into form.
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She is not to be worshipped from afar — she is to be tended within.
She is the fire in your breath,
the spark in your fingers,
the warmth that says:
“You’re not done yet. Rise again.”
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