The ancestors girl

On a prosperous night in the sky above the scared sea, a mysterious event had taken place. The sky was glowing like never before as if it had been possessed by luminescence. Auroras presented themselves as an everlasting effect of the evenings sun. Just when the sky couldn’t seem to appear any more magnificent, a rainbow appeared and a wave of stardust gracefully fell from an opening in the sky down to the sacred sea. A beautiful exchange had taken place.

Down in the deep blue sea was not only a truth but THE truth. Lost and untold. Soon to resurface again. Many souls who’s story had gone untold from centuries ago. Over time, cycles began to repeat and their time had come. A story deemed to never be told. Lost in the waves and sunken below. Who would’ve known what secrets behold the waters of the sacred sea. If only there was shift powerful enough. Silenced with lies and drowned in paradise, untold tales encompassed by the wind, held on to the rays of light that made their way through the darkness that engulfed the sea. Day in and day out, hope persists. Seeking to align with a ray of light that would be strong enough to make its presence known.

Rest assured, this day had come.

On this night, the souls of the ones before guided a blessing from the realms to meet them on the other side. From the sky above a pure soul was born. Within this soul was a treasure dripped in gold. Protected by the truth of the waters for this was destined to be revealed. The reborn became one with the stories of the untold.

Together they formed a divine presence by the name of Humanity Rose.

A manifestation of their wildest dreams. A self proclaimed prophecy for generations to come. Rebirth. Renewal. Revival.

On one particular day, a shift had occurred and Humanity was conflicted by distress. Vivid dreams flooded her imagination. She felt a pain so deep, like the chains of an anchor caught between the chambers of her heart. An accumulation of things, needing to be set free. This was bigger than her, for she had a rare intuition. Connected to the unforeseen, she bare witness to a sacred connection. One which entailed the essence of blue and the magic of green. The cycles of water. The green grows where the water flows, but a disruption had occurred. The clouds where overflown but no one seemed to question the rain. Storms grew stronger as the silence grew louder, yet no one seemed to question who was to blame. The chaos and destructions of the world were spiraling from the chaos and destructions within. Conflicted memories of a distant past reigned over the minds of the ones who bare witness. What was designed or oneness had served an opposing agenda. The distance between the two had grown stronger than plenty. Separated by a false depiction, eradicated by a bitter deception. The tears she cried were no ordinary tears, for she cried for the ones before, tears of the ocean and the silent cries of the world. Waters polluted with prolonged suffering. Stolen and placed in to the hands of greed and selfishness. She cried tears for humanity.

The answer to her soul was calling

On this same night, Humanity was led to the shore by the voices of the wind.

She made her way to the beach where she drew symbols in the sand. Symbols of hope. Symbols of love. Symbols of truth. The wind brushed up against her ear and she felt a warm presence guiding her towards the shore. Whispers of hope. Whispers of love. Whispers of truth. The tide was drawn back and a seashell appeared. She put the shell up to her ear and a message came through. She listened carefully as the words made their way from her ears to her soul. This moment was like a key spiraling down, making its way to a treasure chest, unlocking an abundance of gold. As within so without. She summoned their wishes with a gift from the soul, unlocked by the key to the fortunes never told. She placed the shell over her heart and drifted off in to the realms where she met the ones before to hear their stories, firsthand.

She learned about the dualities of life, the unification of masculine and feminine energies. Yin and yang. She knew all about his-story but on this night, she learned of her-story and it all began to make sense. All along, she knew something was missing. The voices of nature were being guided by the ones before. She was immersed in untold truths and new found peace. Humanity rose from an awakening epiphany. From sunset to sunrise. She rose with the sun and was born again.

Glistening by the embrace of the sun, she felt whole again.

In the very moment she rose, appeared a little black book, delivered by the oceans tide. Wrapped around the book was a golden chain, that she soon had learned was worth $20,000. This was just the icing on the cake, accompanied by the fillings of her soul. She was replenished and her cup was forever overflown, for she had learned of the abundance that was her birthright.

Revived from the waters and renewed with a fire ignited in her spirit. Her passion persists because energy never dies, it is only transformed. She embodied the secrets of the past and the answers to the future because within her, she held a unique set of keys unified in wisdom and embraced by oneness. One of a kind.

A new path was unfolding right before her very eyes. One with the answers of the past and hope of for the future. The unforeseen.

Blessed by the waves of the sea as she made her way up from the waters of truth, delicately spliced by the winds of intellect.

Guided from a space of love, balance was restored and history was rewritten. What once appeared to be lost and forgotten was remembered, to never be forgotten again.

Written in fine print. Accompanied by the treasures of her soul, Humanity had Rose.