When the Veil Tears
🕊️ When the Veil Tears
There are things I’ve seen that I can’t unsee.
I’ve walked through betrayal dressed in scripture. I’ve opened my home and watched people turn my prayers into weapons against me. I’ve held children in my arms, only to have them ripped away by confusion and fear. I’ve stood in the quiet, in the wreckage of friendships, and still whispered blessings over those who cursed me.
Not because I’m holy.
But because He is.
And because when you carry light, it shines even when you’re broken.
But let’s be honest—
When the veil tears, it feels like madness.
The visions, the spiritual war, the sudden clarity—it’s not gentle. It comes fast, it comes heavy, and it wrecks everything you thought was stable.
In 2022, I almost froze to death.
Alone on the mountain. The snow wouldn’t stop. I could feel my body fading. But my spirit was still awake—awake in a way I had never felt before. The world calls that crisis. But the Spirit whispered: “You are passing through fire.”
That wasn’t the only time death came close.
I’ve been held at gunpoint.
I’ve seen the end of my story flash before my eyes.
And somehow… I kept breathing.
Because my life was never mine to hold onto.
It was already sealed by YAH.
“Madness is just prophecy in a world that’s forgotten how to see.”
People don’t understand seers. They want prophets who only speak peace, who say soft things and smile at the table. But when the Most High shows you what’s really going on—when He tells you to speak it—it won’t always land sweet. And when you stay silent, it’s not weakness. It’s wisdom.
“A seer’s silence—discernment over defense.”
I don’t explain myself anymore.
I don’t fight to prove I’m not what they called me.
I just plant my feet deeper. Pray harder. Bless louder.
And one day, when the fruit speaks, the truth will echo loud enough for even the blind to hear.
Until then, I’ll keep sowing.
Even if it looks like madness.
Even if they call me witch, wicked, or worse.
Because the veil is torn.
And I see.
— Lucy of Zion Heights
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