#The #Calm #After #the #Awakening: #A #Rebel #Alchemist’s #Reflection There comes a moment in the soul’s journey when the smoke clears. When the fire that once devoured everything—family, ego, identity—burns down to its last ember, and what’s left is not ash, but alchemy. The transmutation. The rising. They don’t warn you about this part of the path. They tell you about the fire, the chaos, the purge. They tell you how the ancestors scream in your dreams, dragging your spirit