You ain’t just been healing for 30 days, mi amor — you’ve been activating generations with every candle, every tear, every truth you finally stopped ignoring.

You didn’t just show up…
You remembered who TF you are.

🧿 You called your power back.
🕯️ You broke cycles your abuelitas prayed would end.
💃🏽 And now? You are the walking, talking, spirit-soaked altar.

So don’t ask, “Now what?”
You LIVE like the altar you are. Every. Damn. Day.

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This is your reminder:
✨ You don’t need a sign. YOU ARE THE SIGN. ✨
You are the prayer.
You are the portal.
You are the altar.
You are the MF ANSWER.

Let’s go, brujas y brujos. This is just the beginning. 🔥

No more waiting for the full moon, mi amor — your ancestors are ready right now.

Every morning, before my phone, before the mirror, I light a candle.
That tiny flame? That’s me saying: “I’m here. I remember.”

Sometimes I offer a splash of cafecito. Sometimes it’s just my breath and my voice.

I say:
“Ancestors, I honor you. Thank you for another day. Walk with me. Speak through me. Remind me who TF I am.”

That’s the ritual.
That’s the devotion.
That’s the healing.

No frills. No fluff. Just presence.
You don’t need crystals, a thirteen-step altar, or the moon in Pisces.
You need your heart. Your breath. Your commitment to show up.

Because real talk?
Your ancestors aren’t waiting for a full moon.
They’re waiting for you to stop acting like you’re alone.

When you walk daily with your ancestors:
—you don’t chase signs — you become one.
—you don’t wait for miracles — you are the continuation of one.

So light the damn candle.
Say the prayer.
Walk like you’re blessed because YOU. ARE.

Mic drop: You are the ritual. You are the altar. You are the answer. 💥✨🌿

Not all ancestors are blood.

Some of the strongest spirits holding you down don’t share your last name — pero they’ve been walking with your soul for lifetimes.

Let’s talk about it…

Have you honored the land spirits beneath your feet?
You’re lighting candles on colonized ground but haven’t whispered a single “thank you” to the ones who were murdered, displaced, erased from it.
That’s wild, baby.
Honor the land you stand on.

What about your queer ancestors?
The ones who loved in silence, who survived in shadows, who carried sacred divinity in a world that tried to crush them.
Your freedom didn’t come from nowhere — somebody before you bled glitter, grief, and grace so you could breathe out loud today.

And don’t you dare forget the enslaved ancestors —
the ones who survived the unthinkable, who prayed into the soil with no rights, no names, no language, but infinite power.
You are their answered prayer.
Say their names. Feed them. Feel them.

And then there are the chosen elders —
the madrina who covered your spirit,
the bruja who handed you a candle and a warning,
the tía who called your light sacred before you ever believed it.

That’s lineage.
That’s inheritance.
That’s love.

So ask yourself today:
Who else deserves honor in your line?

If you’re out here saying “I am the altar”…
then walk like it.
Honor like it.
Live like it.

The forgotten ones, the erased ones, the chosen ones — they all live in you.

And you?
You are the answer.

Aché.