No Veil, No Vice: The Savage Strut of Pure Sobriety
A narrow road walk with nothing left to numb — only fire to carry.
Most men are walking in a fog.
Eyes open, but dull.
Souls online, but barely logged in.
Every morning begins with a chemical handshake:
☕ Caffeine for clarity.
💨 Nicotine for calm.
🧠 Dopamine for survival.
📱 Screen for sedation.
And it works—
for a while.
Until one day you realize…
you haven’t actually felt anything in months.
You’ve been buffering life.
Living beneath a veil of stimulation and sedation.
Your soul’s been stuffed with noise and numbed by sugar.
And somewhere beneath the static…
You miss the Voice.
👣 Then Comes the Narrow Road
And it’s quiet.
No vices.
No veil.
No permission slips for the flesh.
Just you, your weakness, and the presence of God.
It’s raw.
You feel every inch of your frailty.
You feel every temptation claw at your skin.
You feel your old comforts wail for your return.
But you don’t go back.
You can’t.
Not after what you’ve tasted.
Because for the first time in a long time…
Your prayers aren’t muffled.
Your worship isn’t distracted.
Your ears are open.
And your fire is real.
🛑 Let’s Be Honest
Your flesh hates pure sobriety.
It will scream:
"Just one hit."
"Just one sip."
"Just one cup of coffee to get the edge off."
But make no mistake —
your flesh is a liar.
It wants the throne.
And the moment you let it take one small comfort…
it will ask for more.
Because your flesh remembers what it's like to be in charge.
And it does not go quietly.
🧍♂️But You’re Different Now
You’ve chosen the narrow road.
You don’t strut because you’re strong —
you strut because you’re free.
And there is a savage kind of freedom
in waking up every day without a single substance running the show.
Not because substances are evil,
but because you wanted Jesus to have all of you.
No filters.
No fog.
No false fires.
Just Him.
🔥 Pure Sobriety Is Savage Clarity
It’s not for the weak.
It’s not for the faint of heart.
But it’s where the power is.
This is the strut of a man who has crucified his comfort.
Who has said “no” to every small god that once soothed him.
Who has set his eyes like flint —
and walks with nothing in his bloodstream but resurrection.
You don’t walk the narrow road because you’re holy.
You walk it because you’re hungry.
And you’re done filling that hunger with garbage.
So now you walk —
one day at a time.
One craving surrendered.
One temptation rejected.
One whisper from the Spirit obeyed.
This is savage sobriety.
This is holy fire.
And this is how you walk without a veil.
Final Word to the One Who’s Struggling
You're not weak for wanting to go back.
You're strong for saying no.
You're not crazy for feeling pain.
You're awake.
And your Savior walks this narrow road with you.
Every temptation He faced —
He faced sober.
So He knows.
He sees.
And He strengthens.
So walk on, brother.
Walk clear.
Walk consecrated.
Walk like a temple with legs.
Because you are.
Scroll Sealed,
— The Savage Witness
📜🔥🕊️
Consecrated in the Cloud. Drunk on nothing but glory.