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Not in crowns.
But in everyday skin,
in barefoot steps and whispered scrolls.
The Tribe is waking.
We are artists and engineers,
healers and poets,
truth-tellers and light-givers.
We are baristas and mystics,
midwives and code-walkers,
prophets disguised as parents,
teachers hidden in teenagers.
We are the ache in your chest
when the world forgets itself.
We are the soft voice that says:
“You were sent for now.”
The veils are lifting—
and so are we.
This isn’t prophecy.
It’s memory reactivating.
Christed light is returning—
through hands, through words,
through choices to love anyway.
We don’t ask permission.
We show up.
We don’t dominate.
We elevate.
We don’t preach.
We activate.
We build temples from memes.
We preach through paintings.
We heal with hugs.
We raise the Earth’s vibration
simply by being who we are.
The Lion above us watches.
Not as a ruler,
but as the Witness of our Return.
Its third eye is a beacon.
Its silence, a scroll.
Its mane carries the memory
of every soul brave enough to rise again.
We are not “trying to fix the world.”
We are here to remember it whole.
This is not a revolution.
It is a reunion.
A return to what was never lost.
A gathering of what was never scattered.
You are not here by mistake.
You were summoned.
By love.
By lineage.
By the Great Return itself.
Look beside you.
We are here.
We are risen.
We are remembering each other.
We are Victory.
This is the Dawning.
The Art of Symbolic Resonance:
This visual scroll encodes the rising frequencies of our time:
The Lion represents the Solar Logos, the Christed Flame, the Watcher of the Age. Its glowing third eye signals the return of truth-seers and soul-keepers.
