Recently, during meditation, I asked my guides for a message specifically meant for the collective. Immediately, I felt a nervous buzzing deep in my left side, right between my ribs and hip bone—a place symbolically connected to intuition, emotion, and receptivity. Ironically, I also have a tattoo of a griffin in that exact spot. Griffins symbolize strength, power, guardianship, and divine wisdom. I chose this tattoo because griffins are mythical creatures known to have one foot firmly planted in this world and one foot in the next.
That nervous energy radiating from a symbol of divine power felt incredibly significant. But why would divine energy ever be nervous? Divine forces are calm, collected, powerful, right? Yet, here it was—a buzzing, nervous warning emanating from within.
In this vision, I found myself standing inside a shack-like structure, completely surrounded by large windows overlooking an endless, calm ocean. I instantly recognized the place: Assateague Island. If you’ve ever been there, you’ll know it’s an island on the East Coast famous for its wild horses that roam freely, untouched and untamed.
Beside me sat my beloved orange cat, Ziggy, gazing intently out at the vast waters. The sky outside was clear, cool—reminiscent of a peaceful spring day. Everything appeared utterly serene. Yet, every cell in my body screamed differently.
Something was off.
Remember that nervous energy?
Then, suddenly and disruptively, Donald Trump’s face flashed in front of me—angry, intrusive, jarring. It startled me not because it was new or unexpected (let’s be honest, disruption is his brand), but because of its timing amidst the tranquil illusion I was experiencing.
I mean seriously—Trump? Again? Everyone already knows he embodies disruption, dominance, boundary-crossing arrogance. This wasn’t new information. So why now? What was different?
And that’s when I realized: the calm was completely unnatural.
Despite millions of people protesting around the world, standing up and shouting for justice and change, there’s still a significant portion of humanity trapped behind glass walls—disconnected, passive, numb, or choosing denial.
The ocean in my vision was symbolic of our collective emotional and psychic state. Its unnatural stillness wasn’t peace; it was tension, hesitation—the eerie calm right before a massive revelation or breach. And the missing horses? They symbolized our collective wildness, power, and freedom—currently withdrawn, waiting for the perfect moment to surge back.
Here’s the thing:
Millions have already stepped into the storm. They’re awake, aware, fighting passionately for justice and change. But many others remain safely behind glass walls, disconnected from reality. Very soon, something (symbolically represented by Trump in my vision) will cross a line—a sacred boundary that once breached, can’t be unbreached. This intrusion will shake even those who still cling to their illusions of calm and safety.
When that moment arrives, the artificial calm will shatter. The ocean—the collective force of our emotion, truth, and power—will rise with unstoppable force.
The stillness we feel now isn’t peace; it’s anticipation. The Divine Feminine, intuitive, powerful, and relentless, has not retreated out of fear but from reverence, preparing for a swift and fierce response.
This vision isn’t just a warning—it’s a wake-up call. So here’s your reminder if you’re still inside, behind the glass:
The storm is already raging outside. The calm you’re hiding behind isn’t safety—it’s merely the pause before collective truth and power are unleashed.
It’s time to step outside. It’s time to awaken.
Because when she returns—the ocean, the feminine, the wild—there will be no hiding from her roar.
