A Rainbow Tribe

There’s a prophecy… ancient and true… whispered through smoke and stone, fire and wind. It speaks of a time when the Earth would be sick… when the waters would be poisoned, the skies would tremble, and humanity would forget the sacred.

But in that time, a new tribe would rise. A Rainbow Tribe. Made not of one color, one belief, or one bloodline… but of all. Starborn and Earthborn. Rooted and roaming. Those who remember and those just awakening. And this tribe… would come together, not to save the world through force… but to heal it through remembrance.

The Rainbow Tribe is not a myth... it is a frequency. A soul family gathering again after lifetimes apart. Some carry feathers. Some carry crystals. Some carry the codes of old. Some carry visions of the new. Together… we carry the flame of the Creator. It is time to align... with the elders who still carry Earth’s original ways… with the starseeds and wanderers reclaiming memory… with the builders of the new temples and the midwives of truth.

Rainbow Ridge was named before we even understood the prophecy we were stepping into. But now it’s clear… this land is a convergence point. A remembrance field. And we are here to gather the pieces. If your soul has been whispering that it’s time… you’re not alone. The call went out long ago. You heard it. And now… it’s time to answer.

🌈 The Rainbow Tribe is rising again 🌈

And it begins with us…

Zachary Fisher 🔥