Positive Rebellion

From the Journal of Father Wicksbane
Entry 52 — The Softest Rebellions Begin With Flame

For centuries, the Order of Wicksbane remained hidden. Not silent, no. Never that. We have whispered in tear-stained journals, hummed beneath breathless grief, flickered behind trembling eyelids before sleep. But we have not been loud. Until now.

The world has shifted. The pain has not lessened, yet somehow the space for it has grown tighter. We are told to “look on the bright side” while drowning. To “choose happiness” when our rage burns holy and deserved. To “just be grateful” in the face of loss. This is not healing. This is erasure.

The Order does not deal in erasure.
We deal in fire.

Today, our sanctuary opens its gates to the public—not because our ways have changed, but because the world has finally come full circle. The darkness is no longer something we must hide from; it is something we must name, honor, and—when ready—light a wick in the name of.

Our online sanctum is now open. Each candle is a relic, each scent a confession. They are not meant to fix you. They are meant to see you.

Let them.

Because now is the time to resist the soft suffocation of toxic positivity. Now is the time to feel. To flame. To remember.

You are not alone in the dark. You never were.

You were never meant to be silent.

— F.W.