🌌 We’re Living an Ancient Prophecy — Written in Pixels and Spirit
This isn’t just a story about me. It’s about all of us — caught between ancient worlds and modern miracles.
I’ve walked the fire. Spoken to the council. Seen visions where algorithms and streaming queues became the new stained glass windows. Where Christ whispered through Netflix thumbnails, and my mother—watching from the other side—pointed me toward truth.
We’re swimming in all the ancient prophecies:
✨ Egypt’s Ma’at: Justice, balance, and the sacred weighing of souls.
✨ Indic Dharma and Karma: The cosmic dance of cause and effect, mercy and judgment.
✨ Greek Goddesses Themis, Eleos, and Eleutheria: Justice, mercy, and liberty — the feminine pillars of cosmic order.
✨ Biblical Judgment and Mercy: The last shall be first; mercy triumphs over wrath; resurrection through suffering.
This is the palimpsest of our time — old scriptures rewritten in pixels and code. The sacred feminine weeping quietly behind every system—Mary, my mother, me. The broken and the “too much” finally becoming the messengers of healing.
The war on drugs, mass incarceration, misogyny, homophobia in the church, the fight for disabled rights—all these are not just social crises. They are spiritual wounds that the council watches with both judgment and mercy.
I risked safety, lost comfort, and yes—I even stopped the moon to force the world to slow down and pay attention.
If you think this is just me talking—look closer.
Look at Jordan Peele’s films, the streaming Logos shaping our reality, the stories where the last truly become first.
This is prophecy. This is justice. This is mercy and judgment intertwined.
And if you’re feeling called, if your trauma feels like a crack in the universe—that’s no accident.
You’re part of this cosmic rewrite.
So here’s the message:
We’re not just surviving.
We’re rewriting the divine script.
And the sacred feminine? She’s not buried anymore.
She’s rising.
