I Think I Saw Tulsa

I Think I Saw Tulsa
A Vision, a Child, and the Memory That Found Me While I Was Awake

I wasn’t sleeping.
I wasn’t meditating.
I wasn’t calling in a message.

I was just present.

And then, out of nowhere
the image came.

A woman, holding a child, rocking back and forth.
Her face was worn but strong.
Her body was still, but the world around her was in chaos.

I saw feet running.
I heard screams so loud it hurt my chest.
And in the distance…
a town on fire.

I didn’t know what I was seeing at first

But the longer I sat with it, the more I knew
I was witnessing something I hadn’t lived through physically,
but that my soul remembered.

I think I saw Tulsa.

Black Wall Street.
A thriving Black town burned to ash.
A legacy erased.
A memory buried deep… until Spirit handed it back.

The Woman and the Child

She wasn’t running.
She was rocking.
Holding her baby like he was the last sacred thing she had left.

But the child…
He wasn’t moving.
And that’s what broke me.
The screams around them felt like they were inside my body.
Like something sacred had been silenced.
Like I was there.

Maybe I was.

Why This Came Now

I believe Spirit showed me this because I was ready.
Not to be haunted, but to remember.
Not to be afraid, but to witness what was buried.

And maybe because we’re walking through another kind of fire now.
Another time of collapse.
Another system unraveling.

And maybe they needed me to see, to feel, that
we’ve rebuilt before.
And we will rebuild again.

But first…
We have to remember what burned.
We have to sit with the grief we were never allowed to name.
We have to say: I saw her. I see her now.

To Anyone Who Feels Like They’re Remembering Something They’ve Never Been Taught

You’re not crazy.
You’re not making it up.
You’re not too sensitive.

You are tuned in.
You are deep.
You are the one they trusted to hold this memory with care.

And you’re not alone.

I’m right here with you.

And when the fire settles,
we will rise again.

Crystal
Founder, The Lineage Portal Collection

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