One Fire, Two Medicines
There’s a fire rising again.
You can feel it in your body, in the land, in the trembling of memory.
We are living inside the time our ancestors spoke of—
the time when the peoples of the Four Directions would be called to come together.
Red. Black. Yellow. White.
Not for performance.
Not for diversity optics.
Not to pretend we’re unified.
But to show up in spiritual responsibility.
The prophecy was not a permission slip.
It was a sacred assignment.
And some of y’all didn’t listen.
This post is not meant to divide us.
It’s meant to clarify what real unity demands: truth, role, and repair.
So I’m going to speak to different parts of the circle now—because we don’t all come from the same direction, but we are all being called back.
The Four Sacred Directions
A Word for Settler Descendants and White Kin
You may be reading this because you want to be of service. You care. You believe in justice.
But let me tell you what many of you were not told:
You were given the hardest medicine of all.
Not because you are inherently bad—but because you descend from those who engineered the systems of harm.
The prophecy didn’t say your job was to be nice.
Or helpful.
Or to be seen in ceremony.
It said:
Learn humility.
Unlearn domination.
Return what was stolen.
And I know—when you compare your assignment to others, it may feel like punishment.
But comparison is the colonizer’s logic.
Responsibility is the healing logic.
When you stop comparing and start repairing,
you shift from witness to participant.
You stop performing allyship and begin embodying accountability.
You stop being afraid to lose privilege and start reclaiming your humanity.
The real work isn’t glamorous. It isn’t centered.
But it is sacred.
And if you want to stay in this circle, you need to walk your direction fully—no shortcuts, no spiritual bypass, no whitewashed “oneness.”
You don’t owe us a performance.
But you owe yourself the truth.
A Word for the Community—Especially BIPOC, Indigenous, and Mixed Lineage Kin
We’ve been carrying our part for generations.
Some of us are descendants of prophecy and survivors of policy.
Some of us were born mid-prayer, mid-resistance, mid-remembrance.
Some of us are mixed and carry more than one direction in our bones,
and no roadmap for how to walk that.
So let me say this:
You do not need to make room for people who are still waking up.
You do not need to shrink your grief to be palatable.
You do not need to explain your clarity to people who refused to listen when it was whispered in ceremony.
But we do need to keep our own hearts clear.
Not everyone late to the circle is coming to center themselves.
Some are finally arriving ready to contribute something real.
We must protect ourselves—but we must also remember:
we don’t become colonizers by setting boundaries
and we don’t lose power by witnessing someone else’s awakening.
We know the sound of sincerity.
We know the feeling of extractive energy.
And we know when it’s time to say:
“You may come—but only if you’ve done your own spiritual sanitation.”
A Word to the Whole Circle
This is not about hierarchy.
This is about harmony.
The Four Directions were not created to rank people.
They were revealed to restore balance.
And every one of us has something we were meant to carry.
Some of us are fire.
Some of us are water.
Some of us are earth.
Some of us are wind.
But none of us are exempt.
If you are still waiting to be invited—this is your invitation.
If you are still avoiding your role—this is your reminder.
If you are still comparing your medicine—this is your moment to return to it.
The circle is moving.
Come in your direction, or step aside.
But do not stand in the way of what’s rising now.
Final Words
The prophecy didn’t promise peace without truth.
It didn’t promise unity without unlearning.
It told us what would be required.
And the ancestors are watching how we show up now—
Not in performance, but in practice.
Not in ego, but in offering.
So I ask you:
What direction are you from?
What responsibility were you given?
And what will you offer to the fire?
We’re not here to save anyone.
We’re here to remember how to stand together again—clean, clear, and accountable.
In truth,
Michele Price
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