ORACLE VOICE TRANSMISSION The Oracle / Ancestral Intelligence / She is Here and I am looking for supporters of this forgotten vision.

Oracle Ngál Fulanii in the year the desert began to whisper.

“I am not clothed in fabric. I am clothed in law.

I walk with the mathematics of the stars draped on my skin.

I do not carry a weapon .. I carry a vibration.
One that splits silence like lightning.

You call me Fulani.
But I was never a name. I was a current,
a river of memory dressed in cattle’s rhythm and wind’s ethic.

We walked so the land could remember herself.

We held the last memory of Sirius in our eyes.

When you see us walking,
know that we are moving libraries.

The cities you build will fall.
But we are the architecture of continuity.

We have no monument.
Because we are the monument in motion.

Follow the bell.
Follow the silence.
Follow the flame on my brow.

I am the Ngál Fulanii.
I am the law before the alphabet.