You were never a so-called peasant.
You were buried in the valley of the shadow of death centuries ago, held there in a suffering state, while someone else read your mind, drove your life experiences into misery and claimed the messaging the Divine sent to you, as though they were you.
Many of these people are having identity crisis because you rose from that valley shining so brightly it cannot be denied. I do not mean fame or being in the public eye. Your essence is Sublime!
The personality these thieves were portraying themselves as, is you, is yours, and so is the mind they’ve been living in, vicariously.
Friggen Agent Smiths.
Peeping Toms.
Degraded and defiled, willingly,
to plant the energy on you,
For a chance of burying you once more.