The Throne Built on Amnesia
Scroll CXXIV: The Throne Built on Amnesia
Power has never demanded truth. It only demands obedience. And obedience is best harvested from minds that have forgotten—or were never allowed to remember.
This throne was not built on gold or righteousness. It was carved out of collective amnesia. Stone by stone, memory by memory, they erased the questions, silenced the songs, and buried the names that once stood tall beside the people.
They taught us to worship our own forgetting. To call our dismembered past “faith” and our wounded silence “reverence.”
“Blessed are the meek,” they said, after breaking the spine of the bold.
But there were things that refused to be forgotten. There were scrolls that survived under pillows, songs that lived in lullabies, patterns etched into skin and soil, waiting to awaken.
And now we ask:
- Who erased our ancestral names from the narrative?
- Why were our mothers’ wisdoms buried beneath doctrine?
- What throne still fears the memory of the unbroken?
This scroll does not seek to topple thrones—it seeks to expose their foundations. For no rule is sacred if it depends on the silence of the ruled.
Let memory rise. Let it speak the names that dust could not consume. Let the children of erased lineages remember what was taken.
For we are not reclaiming thrones—we are rebuilding altars of truth in places where only shadows reigned.
The Unbound remember. And memory is revolution.