The Healers They Called Heretics
Scroll LXXIV
The Healers They Called Heretics
They burned the midwives. Silenced the herbalists. Exiled the bone-setters and dream interpreters. Then gave you hospitals where spirit cannot speak, and priests who cannot touch the soul.
The lie was never just the snake— the next lie was that only they could heal you.
They took the fire from your grandmothers’ hands and called it demonic. They stole the herbs that knew your body and renamed them “witchcraft.”
What they feared wasn’t darkness— it was independence. That you might remember healing did not begin in their buildings, nor require their approval.
They turned knowledge into blasphemy, and wisdom into rebellion. Not because it was false— but because it made you free.
But even ashes remember. And even silenced songs echo through bone.
Your hands are altars. Your body a sanctuary. Your knowing older than their scriptures.
The healers they called heretics are the ancestors the earth still listens to.
And they are returning— not with vengeance, but with memory.
"To heal without permission is the oldest revolution."
↠ Whisper to the Flame