Awakening from Societal Conditioning

Life isn't what you think it is. In the beginning, they breach you from the heavenly waters. They cut you from your roots, mark you dead through the soles of your soul before you even take your first real breath, and give you a number. They hand you Christianity, Catholicism,

Islam, Judaism, Hinduism, a stack of approved names for the same cage. They tell you you're a speck in the middle of nowhere that showed up by accident. They teach you heroes from wars that never existed, so you will fight

for a country's freedom that was bold about taking yours. They tell you to become a registered voter. You know people died for that privilege, they say. Eight glasses of fluoride every day, a hypnotic rhythm that goes against your inner sun. Alcoolic spirits that make you easily

possessed, easy to mislead, and hard as fuck to wake up. They give you chemical scheduling if you wanna participate in their world, spray you from the skies. They give you free porn and every lustful temptation so you'll follow the herd with your eyes glazed and your spirit leaking, and put a cell phone in your hand to keep

you inside the prison you already worship. No bars needed. You live in a realm where beings can hurt an animal or a child and get a rush from it and get away with it, and those same beings write all of your laws. They make all of your movies.

They distribute all of your food. They make all of your medication. We live in a world where there's no time for meditation, no space to be authentically you, no time to focus. The doom scrolling won't let you give attention to what is necessary. Put that shit down for one minute. It's literally killing you.

And why would they go through all of this? Why would life be this upside down unless they needed you asleep? See, you were never the speck. You are the eternal son of the highest source, the child of the Most High, the reflection of man, and the expression of true love. The lengths they go to hide all of this

from you. They'll do whatever it takes to keep you from seeing it. They surround you with soulless beings, empty faces in your bloodline, your job, your feed, your circle. So every time the

memory starts to surface, someone is already there to make you feel like you're the crazy one, the one who needs to do better, the one who needs to smile, shrink, and fall in line. They trained you to measure your inside against

their hollow outside. You look at their cars, their smiles, their filtered lives, and start believing the fire in you is the defect. You shrink to fit a picture that was never real. What's yours gets stolen right out of your chest, one comparison at a

time, and comparison is the thief of joy. But that was never an accident. They needed you empty. They needed you jealous of ghosts. They needed you so busy chasing their version of enough that you never sat still long enough to feel what was already burning in you.

This life they handed you is a dream. The job, the argument, the fight or flight, a distorted nervous system, all of it built to keep your eyes closed. You've been sleepwalking through your own existence, nodding at the script, and calling the cage a life. Wake up from the dream.

Remember who you are, not the name nor the number that was filed, not the role they handed you, not the tired version of you, withered and worn. Remember that all is mental, and you are the multidimensional being sought after, fought over, and held under a hypnosis that

no longer registers. You are everything they ever told you you are not, so act like it. You are a conceited bastard.