Call me mommas girl, I really don’t care, Ima live for her until I die. She earned my undying loyalty. She brouhht together too many, for me not to brjng together humanity. What example would it be to just bring together a community?! With everything I know, it’d be an insukt to her name. Abeg, she did not teach me to be a fool.

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Fyodor Dostoevsky said such a good quote that with everything that we’ve covered with SHS and my own experience in relaying SHS to the world and the individuals that I found on my way, in the way of getting to humanity, they made themselves blocks, roadblocks, when they could have relayed the message to humanity about the softness of humanity and the solution to humanity for humanity to calibrate. Because again, the offer, it’s something that humanity will… in a system of individuals who choose to invest in a system that’s sick. What do you think happens to the right people? The right people start losing touch with reality because they start questioning a reality that they know to be truth. But people who are so rooted in illusions, falsehood, reputational, which is only artificial attention. Reputation is artificial attention. Fakeness is artificial illusion, because the real illusion is that there is separation. Energetically, there isn’t. In matter, there is, because that’s how the energies actually get a chance to experience their own point zero, their source. I am my own source, as I am also source through the larger source of humanity and the larger source of consciousness, as the source of all. For someone that sentence will make sense. For those that it doesn’t make sense, go and read some books. I am done questioning my reality when I know that it’s the one rooted in reality, and everyone else is trying to make it not what it is, because they’re the ones who we would call Agent Smiths. They’re the ones who are following the same sick system, so they need to uphold the fakeness. They need to uphold the narratives. They need to uphold the monopolies. They need to uphold everything that their system says is right and good and just. Because they’re the bitches of that system. That’s the only thing that they know. They don’t know reality. They’ve never experienced it, and I feel so sorry for them that they never had weekends with their families on repetition, on repetitiveness. They’ve never had to experience pain in a collective. They experience pain in isolation. I am so sorry for them that they never get to see hundreds of people gathering behind their parent because their parent brought impact, and their parent was not a celebrity. Let’s make it known. I am so sorry for them that they never got to see that. We get to see it for celebrities, but we don’t get to see it for normal people, do we? No. My mom was a normal immigrant from Sierra Leone who came to Italy and led with the heart. No wonder people wanted to give that respect back. No freaking wonder. You know what? And that’s because the heart will always lead no matter what. The stresses of the system, God was so stressed that it only took one plane flight for her to pass out and never wake up. Imagine that happens to everyone on a daily fucking basis. Do you know how many people die? But how many of them get to leave the residue that she did? How many of them get their child so freaking inspired that they would go on a fucking quest to channel all authorities in the world, all systematic issues, problems, which are all really truly artificial problems in the motherfucking world, to create a governance that channels consciousness, which challenges the artificial governance, which is left with no fucking footing, no footing whatsoever. How many have parents like that? I don’t think many do. Me and my siblings, we’re such lucky motherfuckers. Hey, not just us, everyone that got to experience my mother, bruv. Oh my days, we’re so freaking lucky, man. But I must say, out of all those who have experienced Stella Wright, I am the only one who’s actually fighting as hard, and that is where I have to hold accountable my own family members as well. I love you lots, but Stella Wright did not want us to be in isolation. She wanted us to be together, build together, fortify together, just like she did. She brought us all together. So why are we not respecting her even after the memory of her death? That is where I hold my family accountable. But the rest of it, it’s all systematic one, guys.

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“Nothing kills the human soul like being in the wrong place with the wrong people.” — commonly attributed to Fyodor Dostoevsky

” — Fyodor Dostoevsky

There are people you meet on the way to humanity who could have been bridges.

Instead, they make themselves roadblocks.

And that is one of the strangest things I have experienced while carrying SHS into the world.

Because my message has never been:

“Susan has all the answers.”

It has been:

“Humanity already has the answers within itself. Let’s create a way for humanity to actually hear itself.”

SHS is a calibration system.

An attempt to bring humanity back into contact with itself.

And yet some of the very people who could have carried that message further chose instead to protect the system they already knew.

They protected the narratives.

They protected the reputations.

They protected the structures.

They protected the monopolies.

They protected the definitions.

They protected the artificiality.

And I started noticing something.

When enough people invest themselves in a sick system, eventually the right people start questioning reality simply because everyone around them is insisting that reality is something else.

That is fucking dangerous.

Because the more deeply rooted someone is in an illusion, the more threatening reality becomes.

Not because reality is wrong.

Because reality disrupts the illusion.

Reputation is artificial attention.

Money is a human invention.

Status is a human invention.

Borders are a human invention.

Institutions are human inventions.

The idea that we are fundamentally separate beings is another layer of interpretation.

Energetically, I don’t experience reality that way.

In matter, we experience separation.

That gives consciousness a point of view.

A point zero.

A place from which it can experience itself.

I am my own source.

And I am also source through the larger source of humanity, through consciousness, through the whole.

For some people, that sentence will make immediate sense.

For others, it won’t.

That’s fine.

Go read some books.

Because I am done questioning my reality simply because people who have never stepped outside the system keep telling me that the system is reality.

No.

I know what I have experienced.

I know what I have seen.

I know what I have investigated.

And I know the direction in which everything keeps pointing:

back to humanity.

That is why I sometimes think about the people who become the modern-day Agent Smiths.

Not because they are inherently evil.

Because they have become so invested in the system that they now have to help maintain it.

They have to uphold the narratives.

They have to uphold the hierarchy.

They have to uphold the monopolies.

They have to uphold whatever the system has decided is normal, respectable, successful and correct.

Because that is the reality they know.

And honestly?

I feel sorry for them.

I am sorry for anyone who never experienced the kind of reality that makes you realise that human beings are worth far more than their reputation.

I am sorry for anyone who never experienced weekends with family over and over again.

I am sorry for anyone who never experienced collective pain.

Collective joy.

Collective building.

Collective resilience.

I am sorry for anyone who never got to stand in a crowd of hundreds of ordinary people gathered around a parent because that parent mattered to them.

Not because they were famous.

Not because they were wealthy.

Not because the media told everyone they mattered.

Because their actual life touched other people’s lives.

That kind of wealth is almost invisible inside the current system.

And I got to see it.

My mother, Stella Wright, was not a celebrity.

She was an immigrant from Sierra Leone who came to Italy and led with her heart.

And people responded to that heart.

They gave the respect back.

They gathered.

They connected.

They remembered.

They carried the residue of her life forward.

And honestly, I think me and my siblings were lucky as fuck.

Not just us.

Everyone who experienced Stella Wright was lucky.

Because that is what real wealth looks like to me.

Impact that exists in people.

Not numbers.

Not reputation.

Not status.

Not an artificial measurement sitting inside an account.

And I think that is exactly what SHS is trying to restore.

The recognition of what is already valuable.

Which is why I also have to say something to my own family.

I love you.

But Mum did not bring us together for us to live in isolation from each other.

She built connection.

She built togetherness.

She built strength through collective effort.

She wanted us to build together, fortify together, support one another together.

So her memory is not something I want us to simply preserve.

I want us to practise it.

That is accountability too.

And this is where I stop questioning whether I am seeing reality correctly simply because other people cannot see what I see.

Because maybe the problem is not that reality has become unclear.

Maybe the problem is that too many people have invested themselves in systems that require them not to see it.

And that is exactly why SHS exists.

Not to replace humanity.

Not to rule humanity.

Not to tell humanity what to think.

To give humanity a way back to itself.

And if the people standing in the way of that become roadblocks, then I will go around them.

Because I am not building this for the roadblocks.

I am building it for humanity.