A clarion call for the ones who know,
By Angela Gayle James.
For every soul remembering they were never meant to be measured by another's standard.
For every dream reclaiming its original shape beyond boxes,
Brands or barcodes.
For every light now rising to its full brilliance,
No longer dimmed to fit a room.
For the ones who now see the price of belonging was never meant to be their voice.
For those who have stepped out from the shadows of experts,
Leaders and systems that profited from their doubt.
For those carrying the ember of truth,
Even after walking away with heavy pockets or a heavier heart.
I see you.
I walk with you.
I am you.
And I now say,
Enough!
We are here to remember our own shape,
Our own song,
Our own spiral.
We are here to be unrepeatable,
Uncaged and uncommoditised.
We have crossed into a field of new energy and elevated vibration.
The old gatekeepers cannot hold what is rising now.
Their fences were built for a different world.
The systems that sold you worthiness can no longer contain you.
The titles that sought to define you dissolve in the fire of your own knowing.
This is a clarion call to the One's awakening.
We return to the holy ground of our being,
Where everything is sacred and nothing is for sale.
Where leadership is attending,
A devotion.
Where we stand in the light together,
No one above,
No one below.
If you have walked through the fire of the old ways,
Welcome.
You are the keeper of the flame for the new.
And we need your voice,
Your hands,
Your frequency,
Your truth.
This is our time.
This is our field.
And we walk it together,
Shoulder to shoulder,
Soul to soul,
As the living architecture of the new earth in a world made whole.
Namaste.
Blessings upon you.
