The fabric of the world is thinning.

Systems are unraveling.

And beneath the noise,

a deeper summons is rising.

Not from fear.

Not from chaos.

But from the Earth herself…

…calling her daughters, sons,

and sacred children home to remember.

This is not the time to go silent.

This is not the time to shrink.

You came here for this.

You—

The medicine woman.

The medicine man.

The wisdom keeper.

The guide.

The one who walks with sacred rhythm and ancient knowing.

You who have felt the world ache in your womb,

Who have wept at the edges of systems

that were never made for you—

You are not here to be swallowed by the storm.

You are here to sing the world sacred again.

To be a beacon of grace in uncertain times.

To speak not from panic, but from prophecy.

To lead not from ego, but from embodiment.

The unraveling is real—

And so is your remembrance.

If you feel the call rising, say it aloud now:

I remember why I’m here.

And if you are meant to walk beside others

who are also remembering—

Let’s gather.

There is sacred work to do.

And you don’t have to do it alone.

With Grace, Naomi Amaya Love