08/04/2025
We are here to remember 😌
The Healer & The Tribe – Part V
“Soul Tribes & Ancient Blueprints"
There are things older than memory.
Older than language.
Things your soul remembers,
even if your mind forgot.
And when you hear it —
you don’t question it.
You recognize it.
Like it’s always been there,
just waiting for the right frequency to wake it up.
This is that frequency.
Not everyone will feel this part.
But those who do?
You’ll feel it in your bones.
Like someone just said your name
without speaking a word.
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You were never just a personality.
Never just a body trying to find a path.
You were a blueprint.
Encoded.
Assigned.
Remembered.
You carry something ancient.
An energy that doesn’t need a title,
but is still known by one.
Some of you are Healers —
The ones who feel before they understand.
Who transmute energy by simply being present in the room.
Who hurt deeper than they can explain
and still choose love anyway.
Some are Prophets —
The visionaries.
The ones who speak what’s coming
even when they aren’t believed.
Who’ve been called “too intense” their whole lives,
but can’t stop telling the truth.
Some are Teachers —
Born to translate wisdom.
To hold space for questions
without needing control over the answers.
The ones who stay curious so others can grow.
Some are Protectors —
Anchored. Grounded.
They won’t say much.
But when they stand behind you,
you feel safe.
Their presence says what their words don’t need to.
And some are Light Bearers —
Those who simply glow.
They wake people up without trying.
They walk into rooms and remind everyone of something higher.
Not because they’re perfect —
but because they remember who they are.
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This isn’t a trend.
This isn’t “spiritual” content.
This is remembering.
And if you feel that stirring —
if something in you just whispered “that’s me”
without fully knowing why —
don’t second-guess it.
Your soul knows its name.
It’s just been waiting for someone else to say it out loud.
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I walk as the Healer.
Not in pride.
Not as a role.
But as a return.
I’ve burned off enough of myself to stop needing the title to feel whole.
Now I just walk with it.
Quietly.
Present.
In service.
If you’re just realizing who you are —
welcome back.
We’ve been waiting for you.
