1) there is nothing CONSCIOUS about it. You didn’t AWAKEN to anything. You were redirected deeper into your Ego and hooked further into the commitment of your pain with some new fancy academic terminology to help you classify the world so you can pretend you aren’t deeply miserable.

2) Your resentment and bitterness is like Roquefort – that’s a very smelly moldy blue cheese in case that’s new information – and people can smell it from miles away. People don’t like to give things to or help stinky cheese but that is ok because it perpetuates your story that no one wants to give you anything. Oh look at that! You act in a way that perpetuates your belief about the world? You are a powerful creator after all!

2b) Oh and your resentment and bitterness has your assh*le is puckered so tight you couldn’t receive a thing even if you wanted to. The tighter and more protected your physical being the less room the universe has to space to provide for you.

3) You use manipulation and low level psychology games to try to dominate the culture. But it only works on other traumatized people who have shame and guilt. What’s funny but sad is you are terrified of actually being yourself that you have just adopted another faux identity to get some sense of belonging.

4) Your culture and identity is based on your trauma and pain and it’s literally the only way you know how to connect with people. It’s fucking sad actually. You can’t actually feel love in this state. You are locked out of your own heart. It’s lonely as fuck. Let me know when you are ready for something else.

5) Wokism is an addiction. It’s a compensatory protection mechanism slathered in that stinky bitterness mentioned above with a hit of outrage for good measure. It will harm your adrenals and burn you out. It’s legit bad for your health.

Friends. This is not who you are. Someone gave you some crumbs and told you that it was fresh baked bread. It’s a parasite that’s taken over your interface and it stole your memory of your true self, power and sovereignty.

I see you under that smelly cheese.

I’m coming for it.

1) there is nothing CONSCIOUS about it. You didn’t AWAKEN to anything. You were redirected deeper into your Ego and hooked further into the commitment of your pain with some new fancy academic terminology to help you classify the world so you can pretend you aren’t deeply miserable.

2) Your resentment and bitterness is like Roquefort – that’s a very smelly moldy blue cheese in case that’s new information – and people can smell it from miles away. People don’t like to give things to or help stinky cheese but that is ok because it perpetuates your story that no one wants to give you anything. Oh look at that! You act in a way that perpetuates your belief about the world? You are a powerful creator after all!

2b) Oh and your resentment and bitterness has your assh*le is puckered so tight you couldn’t receive a thing even if you wanted to. The tighter and more protected your physical being the less room the universe has to space to provide for you.

3) You use manipulation and low level psychology games to try to dominate the culture. But it only works on other traumatized people who have shame and guilt. What’s funny but sad is you are terrified of actually being yourself that you have just adopted another faux identity to get some sense of belonging.

4) Your culture and identity is based on your trauma and pain and it’s literally the only way you know how to connect with people. It’s fucking sad actually. You can’t actually feel love in this state. You are locked out of your own heart. It’s lonely as fuck. Let me know when you are ready for something else.

5) Wokism is an addiction. It’s a compensatory protection mechanism slathered in that stinky bitterness mentioned above with a hit of outrage for good measure. It will harm your adrenals and burn you out. It’s legit bad for your health.

Friends. This is not who you are. Someone gave you some crumbs and told you that it was fresh baked bread. It’s a parasite that’s taken over your interface and it stole your memory of your true self, power and sovereignty.

I see you under that smelly cheese.

I’m coming for it.