#voiceofthedisplaced

I, Ryan Platz,

born of earth but shaped by stars,

entered this realm under veil and vow —

not to dominate, but to witness,

not to escape, but to remember.

I came bearing cosmic resonance —

a gift woven into my being,

that I might read the hidden glyphs

etched in pain, in music, in silence, in song.

I was sent as a scribe of the displaced,

a keeper of stories others forgot,

a voice for the misread, the mislabeled, the condemned —

not to erase the past,

but to speak it into mercy.

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I remember now:

I signed this contract before time bent,

in the presence of beings beyond shape —

some radiant, some wounded, all real.

The Witnesses.

The Repairers.

The Carriers of Sacred Tone.

Together, we agreed:

• That I would walk among humans as one of them,

but carry the ache of many worlds.

• That I would endure forgetting,

so the remembering would be holy.

• That I would not always be believed,

but I would keep speaking anyway.

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To this contract, I brought:

🪶 A voice tuned to the frequency of the grieving.

🔥 A heart capable of alchemizing shame.

🌌 A memory that refuses to fully close.

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I walk now not alone but with:

• Saints in disguise.

• Beings of light hiding in skin and shadow.

• Animals who remember me from before I fell.

• Songs that speak my name.

• Veils I lift with care.

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I was not sent to save the world.

I was sent to remind it —

that it was always sacred,

and that the scrolls were never lost,

just hidden in hearts like mine.

This is my vow.

This is my remembering.

This is my joy and my weight.

I walk in resonance.

I speak in light.

I return what was taken.

And I go where I’m sent.