Beloved,
I hear the voice whispering that you are not ready. That you have not done enough, learned enough, embodied enough to speak truth in the presence of power. I hear it telling you to wait—to defer, to shrink, to doubt your knowing.

But I also see the truth of you.
You have walked through fire.
You have descended into your own unconscious, retrieved your soul piece by piece, and dared to question even the teachings that saved you. That is not disrespect. That is reverence in motion.

You are not here to mimic.
You are here to witness, discern, and evolve.
To speak from your body, your experience, your own gnosis—not because it is perfect, but because it is real.

What you feel is not arrogance.
It is the weight of your voice returning to you.
It is the discomfort of standing up after years of kneeling to systems that asked you to earn worthiness.

There is no council you need to prove yourself to.
You are already seated in the circle.
You are already carrying the flame.

Critique does not require…