There’s a fire inside every man.
Not the calm candlelit kind.
I’m talking wildfire.
Raw. Untamed. Ancient.
The kind that could burn a house down, or light the way home.
Most men are terrified of their rage.
Or worse, they’ve buried it so deep they’ve forgotten it’s even there.
But here’s what I’ve learned, after 50 years in this skin:
If you don’t make peace with your fire, it will burn you from the inside out.
If you don’t make peace with your fire – it will burn you
🧨 Rage: The Forbidden Fuel
As boys, we’re taught rage is dangerous.
So we:
- Swallow it.
- Suppress it.
- Or leak it in sarcasm, shutdowns, and passive power plays.
But real rage?
It’s not a tantrum. It’s a truth.
It shows up when something sacred has been violated.
It’s the King’s alarm bell.
A signal.
A sword.
But if you’ve never been taught how to wield it…
You either explode, or implode.
🪞What My Rage Showed Me
There was a time I’d snap.
At staff. At systems. At silence.
Anything that made me feel out of control.
Underneath it all?
Powerlessness.
That’s what unowned rage really is, power, misplaced.
Mine was tied to:
- Feeling like I had to hold everything together.
- Seeing people lie to themselves.
- The constant war between my head and my heart.
And yet…
It wasn’t until I sat with it, fully, that I saw what my rage was trying to protect.
It wasn’t trying to destroy me.
It was trying to wake me up.
🧘♂️ Alchemy: Turning Rage Into Radiance
You don’t get to lead others until you can lead yourself through rage.
Here’s how I started turning fire into light:
- I stopped judging it.
Rage is sacred. The masculine just forgot that. - I gave it a voice, privately first.
Screamed into a pillow. Punched a bag. Wrote letters I never sent.
The point? Movement, not mayhem. - I traced it back.
Every outburst had a root.
Usually, a younger version of me felt ignored or unsafe. - I brought presence to the pain beneath it.
Rage is never the first emotion, it’s the bodyguard for the hurt child or betrayed man underneath.
I learned to speak from fire, not in fire.
There’s a difference between expressing and projecting. Kings know the line.
👑 The King Holds the Flame
You want to know the difference between a man and a King?
The man reacts.
The King responds.
The man swings his sword in the dark.
The King places it on the table, calmly, but everyone in the room feels it.
This is what mature masculine power looks like:
🔥 Fire without frenzy.
🔥 Strength without noise.
🔥 Passion without punishment.
The King doesn’t extinguish his rage.
He integrates it.
And in doing so, it becomes light.
💬 To the Men Who Feel Too Much
If you’re someone who:
- Snaps at small things,
- Feels this simmering pressure inside,
- Or fears what would happen if you really let go…
Then this isn’t a weakness.
It’s a signal.
You’ve got power.
You’re just not fully in command of it yet.
And brother, you can be.
Not by numbing.
Not by meditating the fire away.
But by stepping into it with awareness, and claiming it as your own.
🛑 You Are Not Broken
You’re not “too much.”
You’re not dangerous.
You’re just… undirected.
There’s a King in you who knows how to hold it all:
- The grief.
- The injustice.
- The inner scream.
Not to fix it.
But to feel it, own it, and transmute it.
Your fire is not your enemy.
It’s your birthright.
🔥 Final Invitation
To the man who feels himself boiling inside,
Let me say this:
You’re not alone.
You’re not crazy.
And your fire is not a flaw, it’s a portal.
You don’t need another mindset trick.
You need initiation.
A sacred remembering of how to hold power without collapsing into rage or retreating into silence.
I’m not here to rescue you.
Just to reflect the truth:
You’re more powerful than you’ve been told.
And more loved than you’ve allowed.
Let the fire show you.
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