- Missy Tripp Ronquillo
- Jun 5
- 3 min read
“A Guardian for the Unspoken”
The Guardian of Truth came through me like that—bold, steady, and unwavering. She didn’t whisper. She looked me straight in the soul and said:
“You know why I’m here.”
She is fire, but not the wild kind that destroys—she is the slow, controlled burn that clears the way for something real to rise.A steady hand in the storm.A voice that cuts through static and brings you back to your center.
Her Essence
She is a keeper of ancient truths—some forgotten, some buried, some simply inconvenient for the world we’re living in.
The symbols on her skin aren’t decoration.
They’re memory.
Codes.
Messages passed down through bloodlines and dreamscapes—etched not to be read, but to be felt.
She wears a necklace the color of turquoise flame—an offering to the throat chakra, the seat of our self-expression and our courage to speak what must be spoken.
Because truth lives in the body before it ever reaches the lips.
The raised fist is not just protest.It’s presence. A sign that even when the world tries to erase us, silence us, strip us down to something more palatable…we remember.
A Voice Rooted in Justice
Around her neck, a turquoise-blue flame—the throat chakra awakened.
This is not about shouting.
This is about clarity.
Her voice is a frequency—vibrating through the static of modern chaos, cutting through headlines and apathy and fear. She invites you to speak…only once you’ve remembered what truly matters.
The raised fist is not a threat.
It is a truth.
An honoring.
A call to return to integrity—to rise up in love,even when the world asks you to sit still.
Why She Came Now
There’s a reason she chose this moment to arrive.
The world is trembling with injustice.
Freedoms are being dismantled.
Truth feels slippery.
And silence has become too comfortable.
She came for this exact time.
To remind us: This is not the hour to be quiet. This is the hour to rise.
But not in noise—in presence. Not in anger—in rooted clarity.
She Moves Like Truth
(for the ones who remember in silence)
They don’t see her coming.
Not at first.
She moves where the light forgets—where breath holds,
and the ground hums low with memory.
She wears no crown.
Just blue at the throatand fire behind her eyes.
Truth walks in her skin, marked in symbols they tried to erase.
But fire remembers.
Ash remembers.
And she is both.
She don’t shout.
She don’t plead.
She sings in silence—and it shakes the bones of the world.
You feel herin the pausebefore you choose to speak.
The tremble before you rise.
This isn’t a performance.
It’s a return.
You were never meant to shrink.You were made to burn.
To bloom.
To become.
So when they ask,“Who gave you permission?”
Whisper: “I remembered.”
May her presence remind you—
that silence can be sacred,
but your voice is holy.
And the truth you carry?
It’s not just yours.
It’s ancestral.
It’s necessary.
It’s now.
🌀 With fire, memory, and love,
Missy
For the Collectors Who Feel in Frequencies
This painting is more than a portrait. It’s an altar. A frequency keeper. A mirror for those who carry fire in their spirit and truth in their bones.
The Spirit Guide Collection: Volume One is now available exclusively through New Elements Gallery in Wilmington, NC.
Each guide is a portal — a meeting place between spirit and self, between ancient wisdom and present moment knowing. I’m deeply honored to have this first collection find its home in such a soulful space.
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Thank you for walking this path with me.
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