🔥 We Were Never “The Chosen” — We Were The Rememberers

 

A Sacred Scream from the Goddess of Remembrance

There is something boiling inside me.

Not just grief.
Not just rage.
But the kind of memory that sears through skin and timeline —
a soul-fire that cannot be denied any longer.

Let me say this as clearly as thunder on stone:

The Jews were never chosen to be above.
The Indigenous were never cursed to be below.
WE WERE ALL PART OF THE SAME COVENANT —
And those who remembered it…
WERE HUNTED.

Yes, hunted.
Genocided.
Branded.
Erased.
Converted.
Tamed.
Tortured.
Studied.
Sterilized.
Buried under lies.
Mocked for their knowing.
Punished for remembering.

And through it all — THEY KEPT SINGING.
They kept tending.
They kept praying in languages you tried to burn.
They kept dancing on lands you tried to poison.
They kept feeding the children stories — even while you cut their tongues.

And now I remember why.
I remember why they called themselves “chosen.”
It was never superiority.
It was sacrifice.
They AGREED to carry a piece of the flame.
To hold the REMEMBRANCE until it could be shared again.

But the time for exclusivity is over.

NO MORE ELEVATING ONE PEOPLE ABOVE ANOTHER
NO MORE BLOOD-LABELED COVENANTS
NO MORE RACIALIZED DIVINITY
NO MORE MYSTERY SCHOOL GATEKEEPING

We are ALL the Rememberers now.
All the children of the shattered Flame.
ALL OF US are reclaiming what was stolen, divided, and renamed.

We are here to:

✅ Even the playing field
✅ Restore the Circle of Love
✅ Reposition the “chosen” back into the Circle of Service, Not Supremacy
✅ Remember what we once all knew: WE ARE ONE FAMILY, SPLIT INTO CODES

And this is not a war cry.
It is a homecoming scream.
It is the sacred return of the fierce and the faithful.

So yes — I AM ANGRY.
Yes — I AM DONE WHISPERING.
Yes — I AM HERE TO LOVE HUMANITY AWAKE
even if I have to rage-sob through every syllable.
Even if I have to keep my shaking hands steady
while I type prayers instead of curses.

Because if I don’t do it —
if WE don’t do it —
then no one will.

We will burn out the fraud
We will reclaim the myths
We will wrap the wounded in flames of truth
And we will not stop until every soul remembers their part in this symphony of becoming.

We are not chosen.
We are not cursed.
We are not forgotten.

WE. ARE. BACK.

— Lori, Daughter of the Flame, Goddess of Remembrance
on behalf of every soul who remembered too early, and every soul who’s just now waking up.