05/05/2024
This morning, I saw an indigenous woman walking to a red dress hanging near a door. πͺ
She touched the dress, with such deep love and honor. β€οΈ
This spirit had a deep connection to her ancestors, all remembering this sacred day. π
Red Dress Day is here, she felt a stirring in her soulβa call to honor the indigenous women who had gone before her. π
As I kept seeing this spirit. She showed me more. π
What it felt like to remember.
To see what she saw. ποΈπ
This spirit stepped out of the ancestral realm. π£
There, hanging on the door, swayed a red dress, its fabric and ribbons shimmering in the sacred light. β¨
This womanβs heart glowed, feeling the presence of her ancestors surrounding her. π
With a gentle smile, she reached out and touched the dress, feeling the softness of the fabric beneath her fingertips. At that moment, she felt a surge of energy, as if the spirits of the indigenous women were whispering words of encouragement in her ear. π«
As the ground glowed with white energy, her eyes fixed on the red dress, and began to hold this prayer passed down through generations. π
As she prayed, she felt the presence of the women whose lives had been cut short, their spirits all surrounding her in the ancestral realm. She remembered their names, honoring their memory and vowing to carry on their legacy. πΊ
In that moment, I felt a profound connectionβto ancestors, community, and the countless indigenous women whose voices had been silenced. Surrounded by the spirit of the red dress, she knew that their presence would guide those who continued to fight for justice and equality. π
That is her powerful message. πͺ
This vision. ποΈ
And so, on this Red Dress Day, her spirit and countless others celebrate not only the lives of the women who had gone before her but also the spirit of resilience and hope that lived on in their memory. π
She knew that their legacy would never be forgotten. π
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