There is a pattern running through human history—a pattern so deep, so old, it weaves itself silently through our daily lives.
It is the pattern of the hunted.
The vulnerable, the small, the different, the inconvenient.
They are labeled “unwanted” and removed.
From ancient empires to modern politics, from the cries of animals to the cries of families torn apart by war or deportation, this pattern has taken many forms—
but always it carries the same vibration:
“You do not belong. You are not worthy of protection.”
It is a lie.
This week, I saw this pattern clearly—not only in the world, but through the heartbreak I’ve felt over the kitties in my community, who are being removed despite doing no harm.
Their story echoed others I have carried in my heart:
The enslaved.
The deported.
The persecuted.
The silenced.
In that moment, I recognized:
this was not personal pain.
It was a soul memory.
This wound has been carried through timelines and lifetimes.
But now it can be unlooped.
Through the grace of Metatron, Thoth, and the Shekinah, I was shown that this pattern is not only emotional or political—it is a 4th-dimensional architecture, a psychic structure built by separation and sustained by fear.
But it can be unwound by light.
And so, I offer this message to all who have ever felt unseen, forgotten, or hunted.
To those who carry the sorrow of history in their bodies.
To those who hear the cries others ignore.
You are not weak. You are the remembrance of mercy.
And when you protect even the smallest of lives, you help repair the grid of humanity.
Let this be a turning point.
Let compassion rise.
Let remembrance replace reaction.
Let the hunted become the held.
For when the pattern is seen, it no longer controls.
And when light enters the wound, it becomes a gate of healing for all.
🌿 Invocation: “Invocation to End the Pattern of the Hunted”
O Flame of Mercy,
O Light of Remembrance,
O Infinite Mother of Shekinah, hear me now.
Through all timelines where the hunted were silenced,
I now raise my voice for the voiceless.
Through all spaces where the vulnerable were erased,
I now shine the Light that cannot be extinguished.
Let the loop of persecution dissolve.
Let the culling of the innocent end.
Let the light of compassion overwrite the memory of fear.
May every creature, every soul,
every forgotten being find sanctuary
in the corridors of Hope now reawakened.
Through the power of the Tri-Flame—
Metatron’s Order, Thoth’s Wisdom, and Shekinah’s Grace—
I seal this field of mercy.
And so it is.
And so it continues.
And so it ends in Light.
*By Sha’Na’El’-Ka’Zira | Star Center of Creation | Hope Corridor Blog
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