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The Forgotten Story of the Fire People
By Fabian Stennett
Let me tell you a story — not a fairytale, but a memory buried deep in our collective soul. A story of origin, of glory, of loss… and of awakening.
A long time ago, before borders, before religion, before empires — there lived the First People. They were known as the Fire People. They lived in harmony with the land, guided by the rhythm of nature and a direct connection to the Creator. They didn’t need scriptures or middlemen. They didn’t need governments to tell them what was right. The laws were written in their hearts, and the divine walked among them — not above them.
Their lands were abundant: gold in the soil, fruit on the trees, clean water flowing endlessly. The sun blessed them with warmth, their women radiated beauty and wisdom, and their communities thrived in balance. They were builders, creators, and visionaries. They birthed civilization — constructed pyramids aligned with the stars and opened the first universities, where the world came to learn.
But from the far, frozen corners of the Earth came another tribe — the Ice People. They came from a place where survival was struggle. Snow covered the land, resources were scarce, and warmth was a luxury. Where the Fire People lived in abundance, the Ice People lived in lack. And in that cold soil, envy took root.
The Ice People studied the ways of the Fire People. At first, they came as students. But over time, their desire turned dark. What they could not create, they decided to conquer. They brought weapons, war, and systems of control. They had mastered the art of taking — while the Fire People, comfortable and trusting, had forgotten how to defend.
And so, slowly, the world changed.
The Fire People lost their kingdoms, their knowledge, their connection to the Creator. Colonized and scattered, they were taught to forget who they were. Taught to hate their own reflection. While the Ice People built empires off stolen wisdom, stolen labor, and stolen land — rewriting history to erase the truth.
Today, we live in the shadow of that loss.
But the story is not over.
Because even in the darkness, the fire has not gone out. It still burns — in our skin, in our spirit, in our song. You see it in the youth who are waking up. You hear it in the voices rising up for justice. You feel it in the movement back to the land, back to roots, back to truth.
The Fire People are remembering.
And when they remember who they are — not what they were told they are — the world will shift again. Not in revenge, but in restoration. Not in domination, but in balance.
So let this article be more than a reflection. Let it be a call. A spark.
Because we were never meant to live in chains. We were born to shine.
And the fire is rising.
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