THEIR MASK IS FALLING OFFTHIS IS THE SEASON EVERYTHING COMES TO LIGHT HOLY

A long-standing spiritual structure, tied to the Tower of London and its ravens, has collapsed, causing a shift in energy and awakening people to the truth. This structure, which was used to control energy and keep people in the dark, is linked to ancient myths and fairy tales, like Snow White, which symbolize the separation of the sacred feminine and masculine. Now, as the structure falls, the divine masculine and feminine are reuniting, causing powerful changes. This shift is part of a larger spiritual awakening, where people are reclaiming their power and breaking free from old illusions.
The text talks about a transformation where deception and confusion are no longer protected, leading to clarity and freedom. It mentions the rise of powerful individuals who were previously hidden or dormant, but are now awake and ready to build and co-rule. This change is described as a return of the kingdom and the rise of those chosen from the start, symbolizing a shift in power and the emergence of truth.

Something just ended, and if your spirit has felt off lately, tight chest, heavy energy, like something ancient just cracked, you’re not imagining it. The queen is gone, but this isn’t about politics. This is spiritual. And if you’re watching this right now, take it seriously, because this moment marks the collapse of a structure that’s been hidden in plain sight for centuries. A frequency that’s been holding things in place is finally breaking, and if your spirit’s been restless lately, it’s because you can feel it. You weren’t meant to scroll past this. Because you’re not just witnessing a shift, you’re part of it.

The spell is breaking, and what I’m about to share with you next might explain why you’ve been feeling what you can’t quite explain. For generations, the world bowed to a royal system cloaked in elegance and legacy. But beneath the crowns and rituals, something far older, and far more hidden, was in play. Beneath the surface of all that tradition was a structure not just of governance, but of energetic control. The Tower of London. It wasn’t just a monument to history, it was a spiritual anchor. And the ravens, those weren’t just harmless symbols. They were gatekeepers, tied to ancient codes, old pacts, and unspoken spiritual contracts.

You’ve probably heard the myth, if the ravens ever leave the tower, the kingdom will fall. But not many stop to ask, why that legend? Why six ravens? Why such precision? Because it was never about birds, it was about frequency. About energetic manipulation. About separating the sacred feminine and masculine. Because together, when divine polarity merges, it activates something unstoppable. A current so powerful, it can collapse any empire built on illusion. The tower itself was built intentionally. Not just with brick and mortar, but on a strategic grid point. A spiritual lay line. It was designed to emit a frequency, to subtly trap the collective mind in a fog.

The ravens weren’t mere creatures, they were living vessels. Instruments of energy placement, keeping the distortion anchored. Their presence drew from the collective spirit, reinforcing the illusion, and keeping the masses asleep. That’s how the truth was buried, not erased, but veiled, wrapped in myth, protected by ritual, hidden behind spectacle. But the frequency is changing now, the veil is thinning. And what was once protected by silence is starting to unravel. People are waking up, questions are being asked, energy is shifting, and the forces that once held everything in place are weakening under the pressure of rising truth.

Because when balance returns, when divine masculine and feminine remember how to move as one, no tower, no spell, no illusion can survive. Not even one that stood for centuries. The presence of the ravens was never random. According to history, they’ve been stationed at the tower since 1660, under the rule of Charles II. At one point, he wanted them removed. But his royal astronomer, John Flamsteed, gave a warning. Don’t touch them. If the ravens leave, the crown will fall, the empire will collapse. So they stayed, not for decoration or tradition, but as a vital part of a spiritual contract, a protective layer for a system that feared what truth might awaken.

Ravens have always carried a spiritual charge, messengers of prophecy, guardians of the veil, keepers of death, but also transformation. In ancient Welsh lore, Bran the Blessed, a giant king of Britain, asked for his head to be buried facing Europe to shield the land from harm. His name? Bran. The word itself translates to raven, so they buried the skull. They raised the ravens. They wrapped the land in ritual. And from that foundation, a kingdom was sustained, not just politically, but spiritually. But no energy stays fixed forever. Cycles complete, power transfers. And what was once bound can be freed.

The reckoning has arrived. The current is shifting. Energy never vanishes. It reshapes. The same ravens that once held energetic grids in place can now be released from that assignment. Their vibration no longer belongs to the old order. It can be reclaimed, repurposed, rewritten. This is sacred reversal, spiritual reclamation. The codes of power no longer serve the few. They now return to the righteous, those walking in divine alignment, those chosen to restore balance, the ones who carry light with intention. What once held the system together is now unraveling. And the spell. It’s breaking.

Fast forward to now, the queen is gone, and the tower cards have come crashing down, but spirit’s still revealing. So let’s pivot. Snow White. Yes, the story. The myth. The one they told us was just a fairy tale. But look deeper. The wicked queen. She had a raven. And that raven perched on a skull. You think that was coincidence? Number, that was a message coded for the ones who could feel it. She was a sorceress, obsessed with power, driven by envy and terrified of true light. She didn’t just fear beauty. She feared divinity.

She feared her. Because Snow White, she wasn’t just a girl in the woods. She represented the sacred feminine in its purest form, gentle, intuitive, and deeply connected to the earth. And the queen. She knew what that energy could do. She knew the union between Snow White and the prince, divine feminine and divine masculine, could awaken something ancient, something unstoppable. So what did she do? She offered the fruit, the poisoned apple, and with it, Snow White fell asleep. Sound familiar? That’s what they’ve tried to do to us. Fairy tales weren’t just bedtime stories.

They were veiled parables, spiritual blueprints, layers of allegory hiding in plain sight. Even the seven dwarfs carried meaning. They symbolized the fragmented masculine, stuck in loops, numbed to purpose, forgetting who they were. And Snow White didn’t just lie there. She radiated. She loved. She held space until they too began to remember. That’s the feminine. That’s the power they tried to erase, to restore, to reawaken, to breathe life back into what the world put to sleep. They lulled the chosen ones into sleep, numbed the collective with fear, illusions and noise, separated the sacred masculine from the sacred feminine.

And while we were sedated, they ruled. But now? Now the spell is breaking. The queen has passed. The ravens are restless. The tower is trembling. And chosen ones, you’re waking up. The prince isn’t a man. It’s a frequency. The divine masculine is rising again, not to save, but to restore, to awaken what the world tried to silence. And when divine masculine meets divine feminine in full alignment, every false kingdom will crumble. Spirit confirmed this in real time. As this message came through, a vision opened, a circle of ravens lifting into the air, scattering like shadows on the wind.

And from the embers, two golden lights emerged, spiraling toward each other, meeting, merging, union, completion, divine ignition. Then came a sound, distant bells, but not of this world. These were soul bells. Ancestral alarms ringing from deep within the spirit. A call to those who remember, a call to rise. And this is why so many of you feel the shift. That aching in your chest, the sudden waves of emotion, the dreams, the tears. You’re not breaking down. You’re coming online. The divine timeline is anchoring, the veil is lifting, and everything that once slept within you is beginning to move.

The charge is active now. The awakening is no longer coming. It’s already begun. Speak this aloud with power. I declare and decree that all spellwork, dark magic, and evil intent used to bind London and the United Kingdom are now dismantled and returned to the void. Any dark frequency tethered to ravens anywhere on this earth is now fully destroyed in both spirit and matter. Now light your black candle, not as a symbol of death, but as a vessel of transformation. On the glass, inscribe these words. Across the four corners of the earth, all ravens now vibrate in harmony with love, peace, and divine light in spirit and in flesh.

As the flame rises, close your eyes, call them forward. See their wings begin to move. Feel the shift, darkness lifting, light replacing. Let the decree echo through the ethers. This isn’t performance. This is sacred reversal. This is reclamation. Spirit gave a vision as this came through, a ring of ravens rising into the sky, but not alone. Each carried a glowing ribbon wrapped around its feet. The shadows slid off like mist at dawn. This is the frequency we’re restoring. And as you do this, know this truth. You are not the only one around the world.

Others are feeling the same call, lighting candles, speaking the words, holding the vision. Together, we’re dissolving centuries of shadow work and calling the sacred back home. The grid is lighting up. The shift has begun. The divine unions are stirring. The spiritual royal bloodline is reclaiming its seat. This is about inheritance, sacred lineage, and no spell, no force, no illusion can block what was etched into time before time began. The cards are clear. The tower has fallen. The emperor stands in truth. The world completes its cycle. The queen of cups reversed. The star reversed.

The illusions no longer hold. The wheel of fortune has turned, and with it, karma is correcting itself. This is collapse. This is reversal. This is justice, spiritual, and sovereign. And the sun, it appeared twice. A confirmation that the light is now undeniable. There’s no more hiding behind veils, no more protection for deception. It’s all coming up and out. Then spirit showed the eight of swords, reversed, freedom, the seven of cups, reversed. Clarity, no more bondage, no more confusion. The fog has cleared. Chosen ones, you are standing in truth now. You’ve been the hidden hand, the spiritual cleaner, the quiet warrior.

But those days are done. The queen played her role. The story of the sleeping feminine is over. She’s not resting anymore. She’s risen. And the divine masculine. He’s not here to rescue. He’s here to build, to stand beside, to co reign. The lightning has already hit. The tower cracked, the birds flew, the narrative flipped. So rise, the spell is undone, the system is trembling, and truth, truth is roaring to the surface. You are the prophecy. You were never invisible. You were never powerless. You were simply dormant, waiting for divine timing. But now, you’re fully awake.

This is the return of the kingdom, the anchoring of divine order, and the rise of those who were marked from the beginning. [tr:trw].