And if you’ve ever witnessed a real birth… not the sanitized version, but the raw, primal miracle of it…
you know exactly what that means.
The pressure. The stretching. The screaming. The silence between contractions that almost feels like death before life erupts through.
That’s where we are. As a collective. Right now. This isn’t the beginning of labor… we’ve been in it for years. The contractions came through the lockdowns, the awakenings, the broken systems, the revelations. But now… the baby’s head is at the threshold.
The veil is thin. And everything feels like it’s about to split wide open. Because it is. Crowning is the point of no return. It’s where you feel like you can’t go any further…
but the force of what’s coming through won’t let you go back. And it’s painful… not because something’s wrong… but because something bigger than the world we’ve known is pushing through the human form.
That’s what this moment is. All the division, the chaos, the rising tensions… it’s the collective body contracting. Every system we thought was solid is dilating. Every illusion we’ve lived under is stretching to its limit. The old world can’t contain what’s arriving. And it shouldn’t. We’re not watching the end. We’re witnessing the most sacred beginning.
So if you’re feeling overwhelmed… breathless… on fire with grief one moment and full of hope the next… you’re not broken. You’re in the birth canal of the New Earth. And the ones who came to hold space for this… the gridkeepers, the midwives, the way-showers… are being asked to breathe through this final push with open hearts and steady hands.
This is the ring of fire. And what’s on the other side… is everything we came here for.
WE GROW GOD 