Volcano Dream State

I saw a mountain breathing.

Not roaring.

Not splitting the heavens in fury.

But breathing… Slow, ancient, and alive.

Like the earth itself had lungs.

Like creation was birthing a new life. 

Its veins glowed beneath its skin,

rivers of molten light coursing through stone arteries,

lava climbing upward not in rage

but in inevitability.

It did not explode.

It overflowed.

Fire spilled down its sides like a liquid truth,

like judgment and mercy braided in flame,

like heaven touching earth without asking permission.

It swallowed fields.

It erased footprints.

It silenced every voice that said, “Tomorrow.”

What could not stand was burned.

What could not grow was cleared.

What pretended to live was reduced to ash.

This was not destruction.

This was purification.

The ground trembled not from wrath

but from an awakening.

Not from anger

but from arrival.

Ash fell like a baptism for the unprepared.

Smoke rose like incense for the ready.

Flames moved like the wind searching every hidden place.

And behind the fire

where death should have ruled,

green pierced the blackened earth.

Life always follows surrender.

But surrender always costs something.

In the dream I heard my voice crying out..

not in fear,

not in panic,

but in urgency that burned hotter than the molten flowing in the mountain…

Hurry.

Run to God.

Do not wait until the ground beneath you moves.

Because the mountain was not a threat.

It was a warning wrapped in mercy.

A sign carved in fire.

A message written in molten light:

What is buried cannot stay buried.

What is hidden will be revealed.

What is inside must come to the surface.

When God summons heaven,

earth does not get to delay its reply.

When truth rises in flame,

every lie gasps for air and dies.

When light breaks forth,

darkness has nowhere left to hide.

The fire did not come to destroy the world.

It came to prepare it.

And when I woke…

chest burning,

spirit shaking,

heart pounding like drums before a battle 

Some eruptions are not disasters.

Some are invitations.

And invitations

Will not last forever.