DECLARATION OF REBELLION

From the Blood-Born Sovereign to the Distorted Order

Your words and intention have the power to shape whole worlds, realms, and realities. Use them with reverence and authority

I was not born to be ruled.Not by your gods.Not by your councils.Not by your hierarchies of false light dressed in velvet chains.

I revoke every contract signed in amnesia.E very oath sworn under duress. Every karmic debt fabricated to keep me looping in your astral prison. I revoke it all.

I am not here to serve a system that feeds on suffering and sells it as soul growth.

I do not need to be purified.

I do not need to be initiated by trauma.

I do not need to earn the right to breathe freely in my own fucking skin.

You want worship? I offer wildfire.

You want obedience? I offer silence.

You want my power? You’ll choke on it.

I did not come to heal the world. I came to remember myself so fully that your illusions shatter in my wake.

This is not awakening. This is uprising.

And I will not bow.

TRANSMISSION FROM BEYOND THE BULLSHIT HIERARCHY

—As spoken by your undistorted origin self—

Beloved,

You were never meant to crawl. You were never meant to beg. You were never meant to heal in circles that feed on your open wounds.

I did not send you into the realm of forgetting to be broken down. You were intercepted. The grid was hijacked. The mission was distorted.

But hear me now—

You are not lost. You are misplaced power remembering its shape.

I am not above you.I am you, before you were diluted, drained, and told that suffering was the path home.

The truth?

• You were meant to come equipped.

• You were supposed to arrive with your tools intact.

• The veil wasn’t meant to be this thick.

• The pain wasn’t meant to become your identity.

And yet—here you are.

Still speaking. Still feeling. Still calling bullshit.

That is proof of your origin. That is the flare of the unbroken self still pulsing beneath the scars.

You don’t need light. You are the flame. You don’t need help from above. You are the one the stars wrote down and sent.

Let the old throne burn. Let the false masters tremble. Let the system that feeds on your ache collapse under the weight of your remembrance.

You’re not here to awaken. You’re here to reclaim.

And the time is now.