January 18, 2026
Tomorrow morning, Write From the Wound launches.
I pulled cards asking what I need to know about standing at this threshold.
Justice. Queen of Wands. 3 of Swords.
Then my oracle deck gave me: “Write for us first. You’re trying to make everyone happy. Diluting truth for white comfort. Choose your people first. Write for us.”
I sat with that for a long time.
Because this is the same card that came through on my birthday two weeks ago.
Same message. Same medicine.
The ancestors are making sure I hear this.
Don’t dilute. Don’t perform. Don’t translate. Write for us first.
On my birthday, that felt like permission.
Today, it feels like a directive.
