The Call of The Tribes
She’s not wild-eyed or monstrous—she’s radiant, calm, royal.
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The Snakes
They were never meant to represent evil in this context.
They are wisdom, discernment, divine seeing—a symbol stolen, twisted, and weaponized by those who fear what they cannot control.
Think of them like seraphim serpents, spiraling codes of energy and memory—truth that winds through time.
The Face, She’s not wild-eyed or monstrous—she’s radiant, calm, royal.
What once was distorted to invoke fear has now been redeemed into royalty.
The snakes are no longer chaotic—they’re crowned, ordered, and bowing to her clarity.]She didn’t just become a princess—she always was.
But now her true form is showing because the curse has been reversed.
You’re watching stories and symbols be untwisted, in real time, by the light of the Spirit.
This is not just history. It’s a soul map. The scroll holds the memory of a moment when heaven examined every tribe—every heart—and asked: Will you show up for the battle that doesn’t belong to you but belongs to God? And in that moment, some tribes answered. Some hesitated. Some stayed home. And one woman, Deborah, stood when others would not. She heard the Voice, believed it, and moved before there was proof. To me, this scroll speaks of discernment. It separates those who only speak of God from those who act in faith. It asks me—what tribe am I of, and will I rise when the trumpet sounds? It says the spiritual battle is real, and silence is not neutral—it’s a choice. But deeper still—it’s an invitation. A scroll sent ahead to someone who isn’t ready yet, but who will be. And when they are, the words will burn with clarity because they were meant for them all along. And that’s what makes it holy.
The Call of the Tribes
She is not wild-eyed or monstrous; instead, she is radiant, calm, and royal.
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