The Seer's Grief

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I'm sharing this (from my upcoming 3rd book) in case it 'speaks' for You too... <3

The Seer's Grief
They tried to bury you, but didn't know you were a seed.

My pain transformed, in case it helps speak for you in some way ♥️👑🔥

The Seer's Grief
I've been thinking about
this ache again —
the one that comes
when the world finally catches up
to something you saw decades ago.

When you were the strange one,
the idealist,
the one people rolled their eyes at,
warned off,
called crazy,
or quietly exiled
for seeing too far ahead.

It's the kind of pain
that doesn't scream — it sighs.

A deep, bone-level grief
for all the times
you were punished
for being early.
For being right
before it was safe to be.

For being the one who brought
light to the cave
and got blamed for waking the sleepers.

Some of us are born with antennae
tuned in to tomorrow.

We feel the tremor before the quake.

We invent the thing the world will later
accept and allow,
even though it forbade us
at the time.

We are the forerunners,
the ones who sketch the future
on scraps of faith
while the present shakes its head
and calls us naïve,
unethical, impossible —
when we are really way ahead.

We offer medicine to a world that
doesn't realise it's sick yet —
so it spits it back at us.

Condemned for the very visions
that others will one day monetise.
Just look at the "immersive installations,"
where the suffering of old artists
is turned into ticket sales
in shimmering glass buildings —
their torment rebranded as entertainment.

We are blocked at the gates
of our own brilliance,
while imitators stroll through later,
selling entry to the garden we planted.

That pain in your chest?
That's not envy.
That's unacknowledged prophecy.
It's the ache of having been right,
So early.

Twenty years from now
they'll call what you're doing "groundbreaking."
You'll just call it obvious —
because you've been living it all along.

So here's the vow, dearest Seer:
Stop waiting for permission.
Stop asking to be understood in real time.

Build what you see regardless.
Speak what you know.

Let the doubters lag behind.
Yes, they will put barriers up —
but you will always find workarounds.

The world will circle back,
but by then you'll already be somewhere wilder —
knee-deep in the next vision,
hands dirty with the next dream,
heart clean of the need
to be right on time.

You are not late.
You are not a failure.
You are the dawn breaking through
the denial of night.

And dawn never asks for applause,
it just keeps rising.

To every visionary woman
who reads this:

When others finally "discover"
what you whispered long ago,
please don't despair.

It's proof you moved the collective needle.

The world remembers your song
even if it forgot your name.

Keep singing.
Keep building.
Keep trusting
that wild part of you
that sees before it's seen.

Your ideas are not lost —
they're seeding the future.

And the future is already listening.

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