The world is bearing down. The body of the collective shakes. The Midwives remind us: this pain has purpose. Breathe. Stay present. There are days I wonder how much longer this contraction can last.Years now, the body of the world has been clenched —breath caught, muscles trembling,watching systems we once trusted buckle beneath the weight of their own lies. We’ve watched power reassert itself in its most primitive forms.We’ve seen kindness mocked, truth distorted,and the sacred made spectacle. And yet… beneath all of it, something deeper moves.A pulse. A rhythm that will not quit. We are midwives living through the…