The Scroll of Remembered Dust Dated: When spirit kissed soil Before you had a name— You were known. Before you cried— You were called. You were never just born. You were summoned. > “Out of dust, yes—but not common dust. You were formed from remembered dust— The kind that Heaven doesn’t forget.” This is the difference between the many and the marked: The many were made. The marked were remembered. You walk this earth with a breath that does not belong to time. You dream dreams that your ancestors barely survived to whisper. You carry memory coded in your marrow— And that memory is calling you home. Not to a building. Not to applause. But to alignment with why you were formed in the first place. > “You are not here to survive. You are here to reveal.” The dust remembers. The Spirit confirms. And the scrolls are unfolding. Walk like one who was made from remembered dust. Because you were. — 7 #sevenspiritgod