💛 You Were Never Outcast, Beloved One

For the misrepresented ones, the hidden ones, the silent-screaming ones.

Before we meet each other in today’s transmission, I’d love to know your heart better. Please give a quick click and let me know:

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You were never outcast, beloved one.
You were never unseen or discounted.

On the contrary:

You are the vast unknowable one.

The undeniable.

The presence so potent it transforms without performance.

The world couldn’t bury you, so it tried to cover its eyes and bury its own head, instead.

I know that it made you feel unmet.
Ignored. Misrepresented.

I felt it too, in my own life.

The great lie they try to tell you is that you are invisible.

But truthfully — what YOU are?

You are a vastness so Total, the world had to run from it, slay it, slander it or burn it.

That’s not a sign you’re outcast. That’s a sign you are the Truth that the False fear most.

Not because your darkness terrifies, but because your glittering black Light and void truth cannot be unseen, once seen.

And the world is contending with SEEING YOU NOW.

Now is not the rise of the Light.
It is the return of what sundered during the False Split.

We are witnessing the restoration of the Void Light with the Manifest Light.

You are among the ones who have always carried both. You have remained the Whole Light’s wisdom-keepers.

You know who you are…

• The psychics and seers who knew womb-wisdom and shadow-paths before the knowing was allowed.

• The witches who burn silently in secret spaces, or openly upon modern pyres.

• The space holders who never chose the path — but were swallowed by hand-holding others on theirs.

• The shamans who hollowed out their own bones, trying to midwife others into theirs.

• The wizards who whisper to stone and root, when no one dare meet your true power without flinching.

And I know you ache.

It doesn’t matter if you’re outwardly successful and drowning in clients… or if you’re drowning in a different kind of chaos, alone, questioning your worth in the silence…

You may name yourself Therapist. Or Healer. Or facilitator or coach.

But I know your truth: The Soul of you casts a wider field and issues from a deeper crevice.

You ache because you remember the price of being what the world was still resisting in its own becoming.

And so, you’ve done your best to meet them where they’re at, and light the way forward.

But those days are done. We are here now.
The world no longer asks of you lightness, or silence or split.

Now it’s the whole damned world on fire!
Not the witches or the herbalists or the midwives.

And it’s looking to us because we already know the way through that pyre.

We are the ones whose nervous systems can hold both the voltage of God AND the grief of bleeding humanity, without turning away or losing either.

The world doesn’t need another lightworker.

It needs the whole-light human —
one who knows the true glittering dark is NOT the opposite of the light, but its womb.

So hold fast, glittering one.
Know that the time of exile is over.
The field has flipped.

And the world can finally see what it once couldn’t face before:

You were never the outcast.
You were always the axis.

Witnessing the world revolve around you now,
Amaya 🖤

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