🌓 The Battle Was Never Against You — It's Against the Thoughts That Broke Us All

🌓 The Battle Was Never Against You — It's Against the Thoughts That Broke Us All

They told us good and evil were separate. That God and the Devil were locked in eternal war. But what if that war isn’t outside us? What if it’s in our thoughts—our fractured beliefs, inherited traumas, and a collective mind infected by self-hatred?

I don’t hate people. I hate seeing them suffer.

I hate seeing someone die with no one there to witness their light.

I hate walking past a homeless person pretending not to see them because society taught us to.

I hate knowing child abuse exists in a world claiming to believe in love.

I hate the thought that anyone ever believed they were worthless.

But my battle isn’t with humans.

It’s not with races, religions, or countries.

It’s with the ideas that got planted in our collective consciousness.

Ideas that say some lives are worth more. That pain is normal. That profit comes before people.

God and the Devil? They're just polarities in the same ocean of awareness.

One expands. One contracts. But both are born from consciousness—from choice.

And beneath both, if you zoom far enough out, is love.

Not fluffy, sugar-coated love—but the kind that breaks you open, that holds space for your shadow while demanding you rise.

The true virus is not hate—it’s egoic superiority, rooted in self-hate so deep it forgets its source.

And it’s that virus that whispers:

“You’re not enough.”

“You’re better than them.”

“You’ll be safe if you just obey.”

So here I am, not throwing punches at people—but calling out the poisoned thoughts that crept in unnoticed.

I am declaring war not on you, but on the frequency of suffering.

On apathy. On programmed blindness.

On the idea that a child should ever think they're unlovable.

If you're reading this and feel the same— If your heart breaks, not from weakness, but because it's still beating fiercely— Then you’re part of the immune system too.

We don't hate humanity.

We hate what’s not human that’s pretending to be truth.

And together, we’re remembering what it means to feel again.

Because the revolution won’t be televised.

It will be felt.

In hearts like yours.

And in thoughts we choose not to carry forward.

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Footnote:

I’m not here to burn bridges. I’m here to set fire to the lies that told us to build them in the first place.