Rest is Revolutionary (and Ancestral)

You lying down? That’s liberation, baby.

Rest is sacred. Rest is spiritual. Rest is REVOLUTIONARY.
And if nobody’s ever said it like this before — I’ll be the one to tell you: you don’t need to earn your rest. You ARE rest. You are the living altar. And when the altar is tired, nothing else is aligned.

I’m not talking about a quick nap so you can keep grinding. I’m talking deep, unapologetic, ancestral rest.
The kind your ancestors never got to take.
The kind that makes your bones exhale.
The kind that says, “I refuse to hustle myself into the grave like they wanted us to.”

Because our ancestors didn’t just pray with their mouths — they prayed with their stillness, their silence, their surrender. They dreamed you into existence. And now you’re here, burning out, trying to heal everything and everybody while your own body begs for pause?

Nah. We break that cycle today.

Rest is not lazy.
Rest is not weak.
Rest is a spell.
Rest is rebellion.
Rest is remembering who TF you are.

When you lay down, your spirit rises.
When you nap, your nervous system heals.
When you give yourself permission to do nothing, your altar becomes whole again.

You are the altar. You are the answer.
And today? The answer is rest. Lay your holy ass down… and don’t explain shit to nobody.