We call it honor.
We call it esteem.
We call it recognition, renown, distinction, fame.
But really? We call this big lie: reputation.
All these fancy words to replace what really matters — impact.
Because most don’t actually have impact on the collective consciousness. They’re just playing the game, polishing their titles, rehearsing their speech, posturing their behavior. Ego on display, dressed up as “value.”
Here’s the paradox:
The more one obsesses over reputation, the lower their self-worth.
The lower their self-respect, self-acceptance, self-accountability.
The more you care about how you look on the outside, the more empty you are on the inside. And that’s not a judgment, that’s a diagnosis and facts, of a culture that celebrates 3D blueprints over soul blueprints. A culture where “humans having a soul experience” replaced “souls having a human experience.”
Most people follow the current bleuprint of existence, are spiritually and possibly to many degrees mentally mute, blind, deaf, disabled, infectious. You are the pandemic, the disease. There is no virus outside of you — the real dis-ease is the resonance you bring into the field, which gets reflected back as a disease.
E = MC2
M = ∞v( infinity spectrum times vibration )
All to say everything is waves, and vibrations create its matter, its density
So if we are sick in the head, simply because we don’t know ourselves, we manifest sickness in the body.
Tension in situations, tense muscles in the body and so on..
Lukewarm Living
Mother Earth keeps showing us. The collective events that happen, are only a manifestation of the vibration in the air, our vibrations:
Earthquakes. Fires. Floods. Droughts.
But until it hits home, until it disrupts the comfortable, we don’t pay attention. we distance ourselves, because it doesn’t touch us.
That’s the lukewarm state. Your lukewarm state.
The gray zone of half-awake existence.
Not fiery enough to change, not cold enough to collapse.
You were never meant to be lukewarm.
Never meant to be confined, repressed, or constrained. You are the walking dead. The Zombies of our existence. You know who you are. You never want to step on the wrong toe, so you cap yourself, you don’t even try to convey your message, you just hoard until you forget, as you’ve internalised every pleasantry that exists, having a deep conversation feels like an insult. You do what you “Should” and what’s known. You don’t get too far off the common.
But…
Your existence was never designed with limits it was meant to be limitless — only with agreements that allow harmony across the whole, not individual companies and organisations, no with one fits all, so we can be the one that first the wholeness of our all.
You let HR rebrand bare minimums as “benefits.” You let systems reduce your being to compliance and politics.
Imagine a world where the baseline of rights was the same everywhere, where only the responsibilities shifted. The system has convinced you that survival-level care is generosity. Meanwhile, you trade your soul for stress and a paycheck.
You defy yourself every time you go against your soul’s reason for existing.
The Macro Fable
We’ve been fed lies since toddlers.
The lie that you must do a certain thing to get a certain outcome.
That there’s a linear path to “success.”
But the universe doesn’t play by that rulebook. It has benchmarks — inevitable outcomes — but countless ways to arrive. Worrying about the journey makes no sense when the journey keeps offering gifts. That is, if you actually recognise the gifts space gave you, unless from a person directly and unwrap them when offered.
So does the destination even matter? Yes and no. Yes, because existence itself is built on non-standing destinations, a North pole that keeps moving the more North Poles get reached. No, because the journey was never meant to end — this is the fun of it all. The beginning, in-between and the destination, are all part of the journey.
Power & Perception
I’m realising, your eyes will be attached to this screen until you see a jackpot lottery to validate the time you’ve invested. What makes you think all of this is happening now?
What makes you think what I write is even present tense?
What makes you think I didn’t plan this a week ago and chose to give this tv series a bit of drama and see the emotions I can get out of you?!
You sit, you watch, you scroll.
But you don’t know how much power and control of energy I hold.
How can you sit through so much and not ask any questions? Am I that good at explaining things, you don’t need to speak to me, cause if that’s the answer happy days, I will take that as feedback and have everyone just go through this.
The less of myself I give to a system that wants less of it, the better, so I can be in my Batman cave and take down one ignorant organisations, industry per industry.
How much claircognizance pulses through every word. Do you know? I could siphon more then what I ask you, how do you know the conversations that are happening at any given moment in time, if you don’t have awareness of all 4 planes, like the back of your hand?
How much of this is art, performance, double life, double agent, could you tell me?!
How do you know this isn’t just fun? A waste of your time?
How do you know I’m not just showing you mirrors of yourself, daring you to react? Smokes n Mirrors for attention?
How do you know what I’m building can be trusted — when you don’t even trust yourself enough to reach out?
How can you know I’m not an elite Trojan Horse, here to derail your attention away and create false foundations for you to crumble within your 3D? Wouldn’t a black woman be the best pawn for them to use to take your attention away? Hiding in plain sight?!
How can you know if I’m just another narcissist, desperate for attention, milking my mind out of perverse sadistic tendencies, or a serial Truth killer?!
What about everything I say, what is the past, what is the present, what is the future, what timeline am I talking about, what parellel reality might I be expressing?! How do you know?!
How can you trust someone who doesn’t think like any other person you’ve ever met, so diligently, yet eerily.
Come on. You can do better.
Spectatorship vs. Participation
Between yesterday and today I dropped eighteen posts. You read them all. Why?
I mean to each to their own for sure, and I love the fact someone is, but I’m more interested in sovereign beings who want to build together, not spectators. Who wants a full stadium full of dead bodies?! I’m the type of artist that creates fires under one’s ass. So how do you know?! What have you acted on? Who have you shared my words with? Do you even know what I supercharged these words with?
Obsession? Envy? Infatuation? Planning a takeover that keeps slipping your hands?
Doesn’t matter — because here’s the truth:
You were never part of this journey.
You were always spectators.
And I don’t owe spectators anything.
There are people who’ve never read a single word of mine yet resonate deeper than those who’ve followed every post. Fertile minds will always catch up. Information will always find its integration in one that’s learning to apply.
So why should I build bridges with those who won’t even step forward? In fact, let me update you in case you forgot to read between the lines…
The First Case in Metaphysical Court
You had a chance to be the heroes that tried to save a life, instead you stayed observantly silent, while I was expressing the possibility of me dying from not having my macro grounded.
Yet if space wasn’t there reinforcing my stay, I wouldn’t be here, if it was on you. So why should I give you my life and not ask for yours? If we’re doing sociology, let’s do it appropriately. The funny part, is that it was explained 2 posts before it. Murder by inaction. Are you just giving me views or actually listening?!
Here’s the kicker: if this doesn’t pan out, you’re left with a mind expanded beyond a world that doesn’t know how to hold you. And the only one who could’ve guided you through? You kept yourself from connecting with.
If it does work out, then congratulations — you might just be the first defendants in a metaphysical criminal case.
Either way, the mirror comes back to you.
I guess the question remains, If one is killed by inaction and the other killed by sending back to sender, how do we rectify it?! And how do we track those who think of sending back to the sender? Good thing any energy leaves traces, thoughts, actions, words.
So instead, we either all die, none if all are happy with public accountability, and last resort to a flip of a coin. Can you handle that?!
Reputation is the lie.
Impact is the truth.
The question left behind is: which one are you living for?
The power of the void, requires death. After that it is just unstoppable wholeness.
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