🔥🔥🔥 Brigid – Restore as Triple Flame Keeper: Poet, Healer, Smith
🔥🔥🔥 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.
🔥 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.
🌿 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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