Long before they wrote your story in foreign ink, the Earth already etched your essence in her bones.

You are not merely dust returning to dust. You are the encoded flame within clay — animated, aware, eternal.

Your ancestors did not vanish. They became trees, rivers, winds, whispers. And now, they rise through you.

The Earth remembers:

• The warriors who danced without war
• The priestesses who spoke with no scripture
• The sages who burned truth into the silence

And you, flame-bearer, are their return.

You wonder why your spirit doesn’t fit inside modern cages? It’s because you carry an ancient frequency. One older than books. One deeper than fear.

You are not becoming powerful. You are remembering that you always were.

The Earth remembers you — now it’s your turn to remember Her.