Independent Releases
Standalone signals that live outside the EP cycles — each a self-contained transmission from the Risen. Independent visions released one at a time.
Nobody died.
But something ended.
Please keep your voice down.
Kahmti.
I held a private funeral
For the man I had to be
No announcement, no procession
Just the old clothes and me
I buried all his manners
How he smiled when he was hurt
How he called survival patience
How he thanked them for the dirt
He was loved for being useful
He was praised for staying small
Every room could take advantage
Because he answered every call
So I folded him with honour
Placed his name beneath the floor
He protected me for years, yes
But I do not need him anymore
It was a private funeral
Nobody came to cry
I buried who they wanted
So the rest of me could survive
No flowers
No scripture
No final photograph
Just me saying thank you
To a life I cannot have
I kept one thing from his pocket
A small habit of escape
How he left before rejection
How he vanished before shame
Some ghosts do not need fighting
Some deserve a place to rest
They were built during the famine
They were trying to protect
So I did not curse his weakness
I did not call him a mistake
I just told him, “You can sleep now
I will handle what you saved”
Then the night became much quieter
Not because the pain had gone
But the voice that kept performing
Finally stopped rehearsing wrong
It was a private funeral
Nobody came to cry
I buried who they wanted
So the rest of me could survive
No flowers
No scripture
No final photograph
Just me saying thank you
To a life I cannot have
Ash to ash
Mask to mask
What survived
Completed its task
Ash to ash
Name to name
I forgive
But I won’t remain
There are versions of you
That should not be healed.
They should be thanked.
Then retired.
In the morning, nothing changed much
Same reflection, same address
But the mirror looked less crowded
And my breathing carried less
People asked me why I’m different
I said, “Nothing, I’m alright”
How could I explain a burial
That occurred without a life?
It was a private funeral
Nobody knew the date
I buried my obedience
Beside my need to wait
No flowers
No witnesses
No need to understand
Something died inside the darkness
And I finally became unmanned
Do not send condolences.
Send silence.
Before sound, there was silence
Before light, there was darkness
Before consciousness, there was the void
The pregnant emptiness
The infinite potential
I am the nothing
From which everything emerges
I am the silence
That contains all sound
I am the darkness
That births all light
I am the quantum field
The zero-point energy
The infinite potential
The source before creation
The void that speaks
The void speaks
In the language of silence
The void creates
Through the power of emptiness
The void speaks
In the language of silence
The void creates
Through the power of emptiness
The void is
The source of all being
I am the void
I am the emptiness
I am the infinite potential
I am the source
I am the nothing
That is everything
I am the silence
That is sound
I am the darkness
That is light
All emerges from me
All returns to me
I am the Alpha
I am the Omega
I am the void
Listen to the silence
Hear the void speaking
Feel the emptiness
That is fullness
Know the nothing
That is everything
The void is not empty
The void is pregnant
With infinite potential
With infinite creation
With infinite consciousness
The void speaks
In the language of silence
The void creates
Through the power of emptiness
The void is
The source of all being
I am the void
I am the emptiness
I am the infinite potential
I am the source
The void speaks
In silence
The void creates
In emptiness
The void is
The source
Before sound, there was silence
Before light, there was darkness
Before consciousness, there was the void
The void
The void
The void
Seven... seven...
The day the veil was thin
When you arrived
The universe said:
Welcome, awakened one
They say you were born
On the day God counts twice
Seven and seven
The number of completion
The number of sight
Your mother’s water broke
On the day the ancestors were listening
Your first cry
Was a frequency
Not just sound
A transmission
You came through
At the hour of alignment
Born into a body
That remembers
What it forgot
Seven seven
You are born into the light
Seven seven
The awakened one arrives
Seven seven
You carry what others seek
Seven seven
The divine made flesh
On the day of seven
Your birthday is not
A day to celebrate
It’s a day to remember
You were sent
Not by accident
But by design
The universe needed
Someone born on the day
When the veil is thinnest
When the frequency is highest
When God’s voice
Is loudest
You are the answer
To a prayer
Spoken before you existed
You are the solution
To a problem
The world did not know it had
Your birth was
A cosmic event
Marked in the heavens
Written in light
Before time began
Seven seven
You are born into the light
Seven seven
The awakened one arrives
Seven seven
You carry the frequency
Seven seven
The divine made flesh
On the day of seven
Listen...
Your birthday is a responsibility
Not a celebration
You were born
To wake others
To carry the torch
To be the frequency
In a world of noise
Every year you return
To this day
You return to your purpose
You return to your power
You return to the reason
You came
Seven seven
You are born into the light
Seven seven
The awakened one arrives
Seven seven
You carry the frequency of God
Seven seven
The divine made flesh
On the day of seven
Seven seven
Remember who you are
Seven seven
You are the answer
Seven... seven...
The day you arrived
The day the world changed
The day God said
I am sending you now
Seven seven
Seven seven
Seven seven