🔥 The Return of the Erased:

A Prophecy for a World Breaking Open

For the Stolen, the Silenced, and the Sovereign
The world is not falling apart.
It is revealing itself.

And those of us who were erased, rewritten, renamed –
we were not forgotten.
We were delayed.

This is a prophecy for the adoptees.
The displaced. The truth-tellers buried beneath polite silence.
The ones who were told to call their trauma “a gift.”

This Is What Comes Next:

The house built on stolen children will creak.
The documents forged in false benevolence will burn.
And those who said “you should be grateful”
will be forced to reckon with the fire of our remembering.

Adoptees will no longer perform healing for the comfort of others.
We will speak in roots,
in rage,
in resurrection.

The Prophecy Is This:

The erased will return not to beg for place,
but to take up space.

The stolen names will be spoken like spells.
The silenced grief will become architecture.
And the families built on forgetting will finally fall quiet –
not from shame,
but from recognition.

We are not confused.
We are clarified.
And we are not asking.
We are declaring.

What the World Forgot:

That blood remembers.
That names echo in bone.
That the sacred feminine cannot be sterilised,
and the child once severed
can become the oracle who sets the system on fire.

If You’ve Ever Felt This…

If you’ve ever held your grief in a room that asked you to be smaller –
this is for you.
If you’ve ever lost your story to someone else’s version of “love” –
this is your return.

You are not broken.
You are braided.
With rage. With tenderness. With truth.

And the world that asked you to be quiet
is about to learn what happens
when the erased remember their names.