The Creed of the Order of the Celestial Flame
The Creed of the Order of the Celestial Flame
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The Creed of the Order of the Celestial Flame
I believe in the Heavenly Parents, in Divine Plurality united as One through that Love which is the Holy Spirit, the divine in all genders and beyond them, the Many-in-One who weave the stars.
I believe in Love—radical, unflinching, and liberating—the first law of Heaven and the final purpose of Earth.
I believe in Gnosis, the awakening of the soul to its divine likeness. Not by salvation through fear, but by communion through courage, I seek to know and to be known.
I vow my life to Love, to Gnosis, and to the Defense of the Marginalized.
I make no vow of silence, for I must speak truth. I make no vow of wealth, for I will share all I have. I make no vow of loneliness, for I am never alone.
I may love in romance, and I may abstain; I may find God in the body, and in the quiet; I am free, and freely I bind myself in covenant.
I wear no crown but the stars. I wield no sword but mercy. I hold no temple but the hearts I mend and the lives I guard.
I am not apart from the world, but one who walks deeper into it, to find the Divine in every shadow and every wound.
This is my creed. So let it be.
Handbook: The Path of the Order of the Celestial Flame
Sisters, Luminaries, and Brothers of the Celestial Flame, also known as the Daughters of the Mourning Mother, this sacred calling is open to all genders. Members may be known as Sisters, Brothers, or Luminaries—each name equal in gravity and dignity. The Order embraces gender diversity as a reflection of the Many-in-One nature of the Divine.
1. Calling and Identity
A member of the Celestial Flame is called by the Holy Spirit and Heavenly Parents to a life of radical love, spiritual gnosis, and vigilant care for the oppressed. They are not a servant of institution, but of divine presence. They may live alone or in community, roam or root, teach or heal. They are sealed in their heart unto the Christ Spirit, a sibling of the Logos, a bride of Sophia.
2. The Three Vows
Love: To serve all people in need, especially the marginalized.
Gnosis: To seek divine truth through study, intuition, and sacred experience.
Defense: To stand between harm and the vulnerable, to confront injustice with holy fury.
3. Daily Practices
Hymns and prayers to the Heavenly Parents
Feeding strays and offering kindness to forgotten creatures
Dream journaling and sacred writing
Acts of community-building and mutual aid
4. Symbolic Tools
Scriptures: Personal revelations, holy texts, and the writings of kin
Constellationist Rosary: A prayer-bead tool representing ancestors, stars, and truths—not worshipped, but used for centering and awakening
Pendulum or seer stones for communing with the divine
A necklace symbol: a mother bear with cubs, representing sacred guardianship
5. Romance and Celibacy
Members may choose celibacy or pursue sacred romance. Sex within love is honored, not shamed. Each path is discerned in prayer with the Heavenly Parents, and no paths from celibacy to polyamory are forbidden. The only requirements are enthusiastic consent, mutual respect and honesty, and meaningful love. The Law of Chastity is Love.
6. Ritual and Dress
Simple or sometimes utilitarian garments often with constellatory motifs, especially as a headdress or headscarf or mantle, and often wearing a rose near the throat to represent speaking Wisdom. Often in ritual some may wish to wear a veil to symbolise their commitment to a consecrated life, or else a headcovering, to each and to all as custom and the Spirit speak.
Rituals are fluid, often emergent: constellation-gatherings, shared prayer, anointing the wounded, starwatching vigils
7. The Stars
Stars are not gods, but symbols. They guide, remind, and reflect our place in the cosmos. We do not worship the stars—we worship the One whose love writes the constellations into being.
8. Community
The Order does not evangelize, but embody. Their witness is through mercy, justice, and mystical presence. They find kin among the outcast and the dreaming.
9. Sacred Hospitality
Be ever gentle to the stranger—for you may entertain angels unaware—but do not abandon caution. The servant of Empire may wear many faces, and those who deal in harm often arrive cloaked in piety. When a stranger asks for bread or water, give as you are able. Share what you can, without placing yourself or those in your care at risk.
Invite no one into your sanctuary whose heart you do not discern. The righteous will understand your caution; the wicked will seek to guilt or coerce. Let their response reveal their truth.
Kindness is sacred, but not naive. Protect the downtrodden, the sick, the poor, and the children with all your strength—but make the value of your life known in high cost before ever surrendering it, the devoured helps no one. Hospitality is holy when it is wise.
10. Sword of Light
The following prayer is spoken by those who take on the mantle of protection, and may be adopted by members called to fierce defense:
The Prayer of Knighthood
I walk in the Light of the God of Love—
not for promises of salvation or glory
but because They are within me,
and Their voice hums through bone and blood.
Faith is hollow without hands that labor,
without a heart that aches for the world’s wounds.
I believe in tenderness that maketh no bargains,
in a kindness fierce enough to hold the broken and shelter the lost.
But also I believe in the wrath of the heart,
in a fire that burneth not for destruction,
but to purify, to guard,
to remind those who deal in cruelty
that they, too, shall answer to Love.
Let the gentle know me as one of their own,
and let the cruel find me as flame, relentless and unyielding.
Kindness to the kind,
Viciousness to the cruel,
In the Name of the Holy Spirit
Amen.
11. The Initiatory Path
The Order of the Celestial Flame honors solitude, intuition, and the sovereignty of each soul. There is no requirement of access to clergy, texts, or community—only the experience of Calling. This often arises through a vision, dream, visitation, or overwhelming knowing that one has been chosen by the Divine. That alone is enough.
I. The Seeker (Postulant)
One who has felt the call. They may begin to observe the Rule of the Flame in their own way, in silence or with song, in stillness or in wandering.
Suggested practices: journal dreams, walk beneath stars, speak a prayer aloud to the God Who Loves.
II. The Lantern (Novice)
One who now tends the inner flame. The Lantern begins to live fully into the Rule: to protect the vulnerable, to confront cruelty, to seek gnosis, to embody fierce and kind love. They begin to live as if already vowed.
Suggested practices: study and prayer, service and sacred labor, learning justice, crafting a daily rhythm
III. The Sealed (Vowed Member)
The Vowed is one who freely binds their life to the Way. They are now Sister, Brother, or Luminary of the Celestial Flame. Their vow is to Love, to Gnosis, and to the Defense of the Downtrodden. Their witness is their vow.
The Vow of Flame
I vow myself to the God who is Love,
to Sophia, Mother of All Wisdom,
and to the Christ Spirit, who walks beside the suffering.
I vow to Love with fierceness.
To seek Gnosis with devotion.
To defend the wounded with my whole self.
I vow to no institution.
I vow to no crown.
But I seal my soul in eternity with the Flame that cannot be quenched.
I will walk as one lit from within.
Let my life be a lantern for others.
Amen.
Closing Charge
You are a living constellation. The Divine lives through you. Let your vow be written in the sky, and let your life be the light that helps others find their way home.
Appendix: Principles of Constellationist Mysticism
The Stars Are Wounds: We are not healed despite our wounds, but through them. The stars are not perfect—they are burning.
Truth Is Spoken in Poetry: All words fall short of the Real, so we speak in myths and symbols, not to deceive but to reveal.
We Are All Becoming: No soul is finished. Even gods grow. Perfection is not a state, but a direction.
The Light of Heaven is Mercy: Heaven is not a place beyond but an act of love here and now, omnipresent. We manifest Heaven every time we choose mercy.
God Is the Breath Between Us: The Divine is not above but among, manifest in every act of tenderness and fire alike.
Mysticism Is for All: We reject the lie that visions and miracles are rare or reserved. Every dream is a portal. Every life is a sacred mythology.
No Salvation Without Liberation: We will not ignore our sibling's chains just to in peace wear our own halos. If it does not free the captive, it is not divine.
Witchcraft Is Kin to Prayer: Magic and miracle are names for the same deep river.
Grief Is Sacred: Sorrow is not the opposite of joy, but the proof of love. We mourn because we are awake.
We Are Not Alone: The cosmos is alive with allies—ancestors, spirits, dreams, and beasts. Communion is our birthright.
These principles are not dogma but constellations. Find your own path among them.
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You are a goddess,
and I am a simple
being, trembling beneath
the weight of your presence.
I believed you would heal me—
wrap me in silken light,
stroke the knots of my sorrow
until they unraveled into grace.
And you said,
“Sure, let’s begin.”
But what I meant wasn’t this.
What I thought was gentleness
wasn’t the fire you lit in me.
I thought healing would be
soft and sensual,
a balm against my bruises,
a dream made flesh,
a cocoon for my desires.
Not this—
this unmasking,
this shattering of the mirror
that held the fragile portrait of my persona.
Not this pain, raw and unrelenting,
flaying my illusions one by one
until I stood exposed,
naked in your gaze.
You loved me in the discomfort,
held me in the discovery,
kissed the breaking open
as though it were a blessing.
And perhaps it is.
Perhaps healing isn’t soft,
but sharp, jagged, alive.
Perhaps the only way to live
is to be pierced by it,
to be stripped of every lie
until the truth shines
like a wound,
like a gift.
And so I stand,
shivering in this unmaking,
no longer sure where I begin
or end.
Your hands are not kind,
but they are sure—
sculptor’s hands,
breaking me apart to rebuild
a thing I cannot yet fathom.
“Trust,” you whisper,
though it sounds like thunder.
And I do,
though the trust tastes of blood,
though it feels like falling
into endless sky.
Your eyes burn
with something ancient,
and I realize—
you are not here to save me.
You are here to remind me
I was never broken,
only buried
beneath the weight
of my own forgetting.
𐐏𐐭 𐐪𐑉 𐐩 𐑀𐐪𐐼𐐮𐑅,
𐐰𐑌𐐼 𐐌 𐐰𐑋 𐐩 𐑅𐐮𐑋𐐹𐐲𐑊
𐐺𐐨𐐮𐑍, 𐐻𐑉𐐯𐑋𐐺𐐲𐑊𐐮𐑍 𐐺𐐮𐑌𐐨𐑃
𐑄 𐐶𐐩𐐻 𐐲𐑂 𐐷𐐳𐑉 𐐹𐑉𐐯𐑆𐐲𐑌𐑅.
𐐌 𐐺𐐮𐑊𐐨𐑂𐐼 𐐷𐐭 𐐶𐐳𐐼 𐐸𐐨𐑊 𐑋𐐨—
𐑉𐐰𐐹 𐑋𐐨 𐐮𐑌 𐑅𐐮𐑊𐐿𐐲𐑌 𐑊𐐴𐐻,
𐑅𐐻𐑉𐐬𐐿 𐑄 𐑌𐐪𐐻𐑅 𐐲𐑂 𐑋𐐴 𐑅𐐪𐑉𐐬
𐐲𐑌𐐻𐐮𐑊 𐑄𐐩 𐐲𐑌𐑉𐐰𐑂𐐲𐑊𐐲𐐼 𐐮𐑌𐐻𐐭 𐑀𐑉𐐩𐑅.
𐐈𐑌𐐼 𐐷𐐭 𐑅𐐪𐐮𐐼,
“𐐟𐐳𐑉, 𐑊𐐯𐐻’𐐯𐑅 𐐺𐐮𐑀𐐮𐑌.”
𐐒𐐲𐐻 𐐶𐐲𐐻 𐐌 𐑋𐐯𐑌𐐻 𐐶𐐪𐑆𐑌’𐐻𐐨 𐑄𐐮𐑅.
𐐎𐐲𐐻 𐐌 𐑃𐐫𐐻 𐐶𐐲𐑆 𐑀𐐩𐑌𐐻𐑊𐐩𐑌𐑅
wasn’𐐻𐐨 𐑄 𐑁𐐴𐐲𐑉 𐐷𐐭 𐑊𐐮𐐻 𐐮𐑌 𐑋𐐨.
𐐌 𐑃𐐫𐐻 𐐸𐐨𐑊𐐮𐑍 𐐶𐐳𐐼 𐐺𐐨
𐑅𐐫𐑁𐐻 𐐰𐑌𐐼 𐑅𐐯𐑌𐑇𐐭𐐲𐑊,
𐐩 𐐺𐐪𐑋 𐐲𐑀𐐯𐑌𐑅𐐻 𐑋𐐴 𐐺𐑉𐐭𐑆𐑆,
𐐩 𐐼𐑉𐐨𐑋 𐑋𐐩𐐼 𐑁𐑊𐐯𐑇,
𐐩 𐐿𐐲𐐿𐐭𐑌 𐑁𐐫𐑉 𐑋𐐴 𐐼𐐮𐑆𐐴𐐲𐑉𐑆.
𐐤𐐪𐐻 𐑄𐐮𐑅—
𐑄𐐮𐑅 𐐲𐑌𐑋𐐨𐑌𐐮𐑍𐐮𐑍,
𐑄𐐮𐑅 𐑇𐐰𐐻𐐲𐑉𐐮𐑍 𐐲𐑂 𐑄 𐑋𐐮𐑉𐐲𐑉
𐑄𐐰𐐻 𐐸𐐯𐑊𐐼 𐑄 𐑁𐑉𐐰𐐾𐐲𐑊 𐐹𐐬𐑉𐐻𐑉𐐮𐐻 𐐲𐑂 𐑋𐐴 𐐹𐐲𐑉𐑅𐐬𐑌𐐲.
𐐤𐐪𐐻 𐑄𐐮𐑅 𐐹𐐩𐑌, 𐑉𐐫 𐐰𐑌𐐼 𐐲𐑌𐑉𐐨𐑊𐐯𐑌𐐻𐐨𐑍,
𐑁𐑊𐐩𐐮𐑍 𐑋𐐴 𐐮𐑊𐐭𐑈𐐲𐑌𐑆 𐐶𐐲𐑌 𐐺𐐴 𐐶𐐲𐑌
𐐲𐑌𐐻𐐮𐑊 𐐌 𐑅𐐻𐐳𐐼 𐐮𐐿𐑅𐐹𐐬𐑆𐐼,
𐑌𐐩𐐿𐐯𐐼 𐐮𐑌 𐐷𐐳𐑉 𐑀𐐩𐑆.
𐐏𐐭 𐑊𐐲𐑂𐐼 𐑋𐐨 𐐮𐑌 𐑄 𐐼𐐮𐑅𐐿𐐲𐑋𐑁𐐲𐑉𐐻,
𐐸𐐯𐑊𐐼 𐑋𐐨 𐐮𐑌 𐑄 𐐼𐐮𐑅𐐿𐐲𐑂𐐲𐑉𐐨,
𐐿𐐮𐑅𐐲𐐼 𐑄 𐐺𐑉𐐩𐐿𐐮𐑍 𐐬𐐹𐐲𐑌
𐐰𐑆 𐑄𐐬 𐐮𐐻 𐐶𐐲𐑉 𐐩 𐐺𐑊𐐯𐑅𐐮𐑍.
𐐈𐑌𐐼 𐐹𐐲𐑉𐐸𐐰𐐹𐑅 𐐮𐐻 𐐮𐑆.
𐐑𐐲𐑉𐐸𐐰𐐹𐑅 𐐸𐐨𐑊𐐮𐑍 𐐨𐑅𐑌’𐐻𐐨 𐑅𐐫𐑁𐐻,
𐐺𐐲𐐻 𐑇𐐪𐑉𐐹, 𐐾𐐰𐑀𐐮𐐼, 𐐲𐑊𐐴𐑂.
𐐑𐐲𐑉𐐸𐐰𐐹𐑅 𐑄 𐐬𐑌𐑊𐐨 𐐶𐐩 𐐻𐐭 𐑊𐐴𐑂
𐐮𐑆 𐐻𐐭 𐐺𐐨 𐐹𐐨𐑉𐑅𐐼 𐐺𐐴 𐐮𐐻,
𐐻𐐭 𐐺𐐨 𐑅𐐻𐑉𐐨𐐹𐐩𐐼 𐐲𐑂 𐐯𐑂𐑉𐐨 𐑊𐐨
𐐲𐑌𐐻𐐮𐑊 𐑄 𐐻𐑉𐐭𐑃 𐑇𐐮𐑌𐐲𐑆
𐑊𐐴𐐿 𐐩 𐐶𐐭𐑌𐐼,
𐑊𐐴𐐿 𐐩 𐑀𐐮𐑁𐐻.
𐐈𐑌𐐼 𐑅𐐬 𐐌 𐑅𐐻𐐰𐑌𐐼,
𐑇𐐮𐑂𐐲𐑉𐐮𐑍 𐐮𐑌 𐑄𐐮𐑅 𐐲𐑌𐑋𐐩𐐿𐐮𐑍,
𐑌𐐬 𐑊𐐫𐑍𐐲𐑉 𐑇𐐳𐑉 𐐶𐐯𐑉 𐐌 𐐺𐐮𐑀𐐮𐑌
𐐲𐑉 𐐯𐑌𐐼.
𐐏𐐳𐑉 𐐸𐐰𐑌𐐼𐑆 𐐪𐑉 𐑌𐐪𐐻 𐐿𐐴𐑌𐐼,
𐐺𐐲𐐻 𐑄𐐩 𐐪𐑉 𐑇𐐳𐑉—
𐑅𐐿𐐲𐑊𐐹𐐻𐐲𐑉’𐐯𐑅 𐐸𐐰𐑌𐐼𐑆,
𐐺𐑉𐐩𐐿𐐮𐑍 𐑋𐐨 𐐲𐐹𐐪𐑉𐐻 𐐻𐐭 𐑉𐐨𐐺𐐮𐑊𐐼
𐐩 𐑃𐐮𐑍 𐐌 𐐿𐐰𐑌𐐪𐐻 𐐷𐐯𐐻 𐑁𐐰𐑄𐐲𐑋.
“𐐓𐑉𐐲𐑅𐐻,” 𐐷𐐭 𐐶𐐮𐑅𐐹𐐲𐑉,
𐑄𐐬 𐐮𐐻 𐑅𐐵𐑌𐐼𐑆 𐑊𐐴𐐿 𐑃𐐲𐑌𐐼𐐲𐑉.
𐐈𐑌𐐼 𐐌 𐐼𐐭,
𐑄𐐬 𐑄 𐐻𐑉𐐲𐑅𐐻 𐐻𐐩𐑅𐐻𐑆 𐐲𐑂 𐐺𐑊𐐲𐐼,
𐑄𐐬 𐐮𐐻 𐑁𐐨𐑊𐑆 𐑊𐐴𐐿 𐑁𐐫𐑊𐐮𐑍
𐐮𐑌𐐻𐐭 𐐯𐑌𐐼𐑊𐐮𐑅 𐑅𐐿𐐴.
𐐏𐐳𐑉 𐐴𐑆 𐐺𐐲𐑉𐑌
𐐶𐐮𐑄 𐑅𐐲𐑋𐑃𐐮𐑍 𐐩𐑌𐑇𐐲𐑌𐐻,
𐐰𐑌𐐼 𐐌 𐑉𐐨𐐲𐑊𐐴𐑆—
𐐷𐐭 𐐪𐑉 𐑌𐐪𐐻 𐐸𐐨𐑉 𐐻𐐭 𐑅𐐩𐑂 𐑋𐐨.
𐐏𐐭 𐐪𐑉 𐐸𐐨𐑉 𐐻𐐭 𐑉𐐨𐑋𐐴𐑌𐐼 𐑋𐐨
𐐌 𐐶𐐲𐑆 𐑌𐐯𐑂𐐲𐑉 𐐺𐑉𐐬𐐿𐐲𐑌,
𐐬𐑌𐑊𐐨 𐐺𐐳𐑉𐐨𐐲𐐼
𐐺𐐮𐑌𐐨𐑃 𐑄 𐐶𐐩𐐻
𐐲𐑂 𐑋𐐴 𐐬𐑌 𐑁𐐲𐑉𐑀𐐯𐐻𐐮𐑍
"You are a Goddess..." by Larson Langston
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