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Unification and n Process

Published February 13, 2026 by tindertender

Vision:
I saw what appeared to be Heaven on the left. Beautiful, soft colors reminding me of clouds. Reminded me of the “Realm of Trine”. To the right (my right, their left) there was a building but what stood out was the giant door with a huge Ankh symbol on it.

A couple weeks ago there was something about the “Prodigal Son”, and what is good for the Crown is good for the Root.

Truth be known, if the root isn’t strong, stability, temperance, cannot be had nor can a Crown be gained.

The “Tree of Life” is rooted firmly in shadow and crowned in the light. What is “good for the crown” the treetops, is “good for the Root”, holding us firmly in Temperance … yielding to the pressure of the storm, and gently moving back when it’s time, bending without breaking.

Uninvited guests in the middle realm, those invasive species, bark Beatles, have chewed on many trees destroying the bridge between crown and root, siphoning the life out of it.

What is very nice about Crown and Root is one is not above the other. They are right next to each other, working symbiotically to maintain temperance in the middle ground. Firm.

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This curator and his collection of mad scientist’s poisoned the air, the waters, the foods … and all of life. They insist it is their “medicines” that bring them homeostasis, therefore, they “own” the value of the Soul.

They pre-meditatively poisoned everyone. Those that did not dye right away were put on medicines and were told it was “health” care … when those “medicines” masked symptoms, while continuing to poison the body, the Temple housing Spirit and Soul.

They believe that purposefully poisoning people gives them the right to harvest the Value of a Soul. This is not just individual theft, it is theft from the Star Nation Soul Tribe as well, AND violation for they use this Soul as connector and bridge into their domain in order to bring havoc and chaos.

They steal from this Star Nation Soul Tribe the Value of their Family Member who has earned initiation and ascension rewards. They have been siphoning this wealth by deceitfully convicting people and taking it, for centuries.

They see the Divine Humans who have received blessings as “their inheritance”. They themselves did not qualify. They are targeting those Golden Lights in the night with masturbation dreams, which are not dreams at all. It is a direct offense against the sexxuality and inheritance of a Divine Being.

I pray every single sexxual attempt to harvest a Divine Being, especially covertly, deceitfully … it is Spiritual R*pe …. call it what it is. A severe Universal Violation against the Soul of a Star Nation.

I’m hearing the accusation, “They violated her sexxuality.” AND … her Sacred Union and Connections granted her by the Most High!!! They violated a Divine Connection, and they violated the Gifts that have been gifted to a whole new Family.

It appears there are consequences for greed and astrally violating others at this time.

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The “priests” are coming out of the walls to “speak” words of disapproval now. Of course, they want to try and “prove” these uncoverings of their nasty jerk off business in the night are “false”.

One masculine, a self professed priest according to his title, said under my most recent video, I would have known the “real” from the “fake” if I were of the Light.

Let me tell you something priests …. if you feel you are of the Light and that makes jerking off over a woman as she sleeps ok, because you see yourself as light, you are mistaken.

Reality is … if you are coming into a woman’s house uninvited, seen or unseen, to violate, and r*pe her sexxual energy, to “harvest” her womb, whether you think you are light or think you are dark … you are in offender mode.

No one gave you permission to harvest this womb.
No one invited you to share in this home, house, temple, energy, womb, space, life ….. how is it you can try and defend this violation by calling yourself “light”?

Is it normal for priests to do these things? Are women supposed to think an invisible “lover” is fine and to object to such a thing makes it truly her fault for seeing it as an offense?

Projectionist vampiric energy harvesting violators hiding behind the title of priest. Accusing a woman of seeing his offense as “dark”, saying it is her fault, she is of the dark, because she cannot recognize his light? As he is “from an invisible space” violating her womb? Without even showing his face? Introducing himself?

We Divine Beings have already United in the Spirit. What you are doing with this Magical Harvesting is a Direct Violation against this Union. You dare to say these in Union do not recognize each others energy?

I am so sick of these religious, energy harvesting trespassers of private homes and spaces!! They try to cast the illusion it is “Jesus” being your lover, therefore it is a “priviledge”. These guys are sick and twisted!

They feel “medicine” gives them the right to violate the sacral of people.They say if she lives alone, they can do whatever they want with her.

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A priest literally is trying to generate the illusion that unseen lovers are “Jesus” and its a blessing to be sexxually molested as you sleep by “him”. These vampires have created a story line for everything, I tell ya. He accused me of being dark because I could not recognize the “light” of the violation.

We Divine Beings have already United in the Spirit. What you are doing with this Magical Harvesting is a Direct Violation against this Union. You dare to say these in Union do not recognize each others energy?

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These nasty, invisible harvesters of the sacral of others think they can do whatever they want. If a beautiful young woman lives alone and lives a lovingly single, and pure life, they think they have a right to do whatever they want with her energy.

She has been fostering greatness within her womb/sacral, in her energy, bringing it potency so when she offers herself to another, that potency will also create a beautiful, potent child.

These unseen nasty’s violate and take that energy from an unseen space before she can even offer it to her love. They violate and weaken that purity in the dream space with dream lovers and masturbation dreams and simply “pulling” the essence from the womb while she sleeps.

All of it I’ve experienced, as have many others. It is truth. They use this energy, and the targets energy signature, to do magic, sometimes baneful magic, and the creator of that energy signature is then “blamed” and “shamed”.

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Sometimes we have to walk the edge of the blade, to see wrong from right.

Some were born on a Day of Flint … Day 1 is Jaguar, Day 13 is Death.

The Alpha and Omega are happening now, it seems.
“The first shall be last and the last shall be first” takes on a bit of a different ring when I consider this.

Do you know if you were born on a Day of Flint?

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/T%C5%8Dnalp%C5%8Dhualli

It’s Going Down!!

Published February 9, 2026 by tindertender

Those who did mental magic over others are having nightmares. The curators guide said, “My condolences.” About the Mother(s), they were told that “She is necessary. She’s a Planetary Stabilizer. She’s a healer and she needs her energy to heal the planet.” They complain that she is incapable.

They were siphoning her/their essence! I heard they were taking 50% … and the world suffered. They “took away her/their opportunity” to prove capability, and spun the lie she/they had failed.

Liars and thieves are trying to fool their way into the territory. They are being coached to “narrow their answers”, to say as little as possible in order to make it thru the gate. They need to get their spies in.

“Do the deed”, one of them said. They say, “She has the strength” but they don’t like her attitude. Some of these nasty’s are smitten, but not with the female herself, but with her “power” and what they can accomplish with it. They think of her as “their inheritance”.

Apparently, the Planetary Stabilizer doesn’t want to do business with slavers. They are furious and are trying to get into the territory to harvest the collective Families Soul and Spiritual Gifts. It is mandatory they be respectful toward this woman. They are furious and say, “It’s ‘just’ a woman!” Their foul disrespect of the Life-Giver has earned them banishment from the Mother’s House … forever. They threaten, “They’ll be back.”

There is something about “collection”. They are complaining that “They gave her everything.” They are angry, saying, “She’s destroying everything they’ve built, everything they have done here.”

These men are talking about a “dispatch unit”. Apparently, they are just now finding out someone had a hidden agenda.

They mentioned the Taliban. They’re really upset. They mentioned the Islamics. Apparently, they are, too.

It sounds as if they were told, “Their tribe had proven themselves an enemy. Their whole tribe had proven their intent for this family. None of them are going to be served by this family.”

Divine Masculine is pissed! Saying these nasty jacks had been stealing their true Divine Feminine at the crossroads, forbidding them entry through the gate, and sticking them with a replacement. They are very upset!

They’re being held accountable for everything they put into the mirrors of anyone in this family. The distortions. There is no more “collaboration” with these ones.

“You are one in a million.” Some hidden nasty is offering a million dollars to anyone who can obtain this one in a million essence and identity. One of them is saying he doesn’t want to to this. He’s warning the others that there will be bad karma. Something about the “top of the hill”.

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“The Hopi have a legend called the rise of the Kuchina. Each age had its turn, based on the four ears of corn… white, yellow, black (or blue) and red. The First Nations chose the red corn. It was the smallest, but also the last ear of corn left. The message: the first will be last, and the last will be first comes to mind. This time was foretold and coming true.

To bring peace, the First Nations co-mingled with the other nations, so in reality, none of the bloodlines would be lost. Creator Spirit in wisdom understands it all.”

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They want to be ‘king of the hill’ by redrumming the Woman who made it to the top. They want to take out her Protector too. He’s got a big job here … I am grateful their Family is very Powerful, Quite Capable of Managing this circumstance. May the Most High Mother Father provide a Mighty Shield. A’ho. Amen. Wado.

It’s so wild!!! They want to be ‘king of the hill’ by destroying, or absorbing, the identities of the Magistrate and her Protector. That also means they will need to destroy the Most High Mother Father and the entirety of the two tribes who have brought these two beings together. They speak as if she is alone and he is weak. They have always thought that.

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There is something about a “plasma accelerator” and “atmospheric pressure” and “it won’t affect those who are righteous.”

I do not know if they are all related, or if these are separate things, but it appears God is laying some kind of plasma, frequency trap.

She Was 14 When They Sold Her

Published February 1, 2026 by tindertender

She was 14 when they sold her to a stranger—but the choice she made on her wedding night changed everything. This is the story of survival, steel, and the kind of courage that reshapes destiny.

[Author’s note: While specific details of this individual remain unverified, the following represents the reality faced by countless young women in the American frontier during the 1860s-1870s, when child marriages were legal and women’s autonomy was often negotiated by men.]

The year was 1867, somewhere in the vast American West where marriage contracts were signed like property deeds and daughters were bargaining chips.

She was fourteen years old when her father shook hands with a man who could have been her grandfather. Silver coins changed hands. A wedding date was announced. Her entire future was determined in a conversation she wasn’t allowed to attend.

They gave her a white dress that didn’t fit. They told her to smile. They said she was lucky.

She didn’t feel lucky. She felt trapped.

But here’s what her father and her husband-to-be didn’t understand: desperation doesn’t make people weak. It makes them dangerous. And cornered animals don’t surrender—they fight.

On her wedding night, while the household slept off celebration whiskey, she made the decision that would define everything that followed.

No goodbye note. No second thoughts. No looking back.

Just a mule from the stable, a stolen knife, the clothes on her back, and the kind of determination that transforms terror into action.

The frontier was merciless to runaways, especially young women alone. The cold cut through her thin dress like razors. Hunger became her constant shadow. Every town was a risk—someone might recognize her, might return her to the husband who owned her by law.

But survival is the greatest teacher.

She learned to trap rabbits. She learned to shoot straight. She learned to make herself invisible when strangers rode past. She learned that being underestimated was sometimes the best protection.

For months, she worked cattle ranches under borrowed names, her hands transforming from soft and pampered to calloused and capable. Her arms grew strong from hauling water. Her back grew straight from refusing to break.

Every sunrise she survived was proof of something: she was stronger than the men who’d traded her like livestock.

Every meal she earned herself tasted like freedom.
Every skill she mastered was another lock on the door to the life they’d planned for her.

Five years of grit, sweat, and absolute refusal to surrender led her to an opportunity most people said was impossible.

A blacksmith—an older man who’d lost his sons to war and his wife to illness—took a chance on her. Maybe he saw something in her desperation. Maybe he just needed help and didn’t care about convention.

She never gave him reason to regret it.

Her hammer strikes found rhythm. The forge became her meditation. The heat that would drive others away felt like purification. She learned to read metal like people read books—how it moved when heated, when it was ready to shape, when to strike and when to wait.

The work was brutal. The heat was suffocating. The burns were constant.

She’d never been happier.

When the old blacksmith died, he left her his tools, his forge, and his reputation. She was nineteen years old.

She opened her own smithy in a town that didn’t know her history. The sign outside read simply: “Metalwork. All jobs considered.”

Something shifted in that community.

The same men who’d insisted women belonged in kitchens or brothels or marriage beds found themselves waiting in line for her craftsmanship. Her horseshoes didn’t break after one season. Her metalwork didn’t bend under pressure. Her repairs lasted longer than the original construction.

Her reputation didn’t need defending. Her work spoke louder than gossip.

Word spread across three counties: there’s a woman blacksmith who won’t take payment until you’re satisfied, and she’s never had to refund a single coin.

They say her father heard the stories. They say he rode past her shop once—saw the sparks flying like stars against the darkness, heard the hammer singing like thunder against the anvil, watched the smoke rising from the forge like a signal fire.

They say he kept riding.

Because what could he say to her? The daughter he’d sold was gone. The woman standing in that forge, covered in soot and sweat and success, owed him nothing.

She never married. Never apologized. Never softened her hands again.

She never forgot where she came from, but she refused—absolutely refused—to let that beginning dictate her ending.

Because here’s what her story teaches us:
Your worth isn’t determined by people who see you as currency. Your story doesn’t end where someone else’s greed begins. The only prison that truly holds you is the one you accept as permanent.

Freedom isn’t handed over in signed documents or legal declarations. Real freedom—the kind that can’t be revoked by law or custom or opinion—is forged in fire, one decision at a time, by hands that refuse to stay soft and hearts that refuse to stay broken.

The girl who was sold at fourteen didn’t become a victim. She became a blacksmith. She became her own rescue. She became proof that the future is not written by the people who tried to own your past.
Sometimes the bravest thing you can do is survive the story they wrote for you.

And then pick up the hammer and forge your own ending.

One strike at a time.

war ends – when trampled rose returns

Published January 14, 2026 by tindertender

Let It Go

Published January 11, 2026 by tindertender

Many of us are still very much in active, spiritual warfare. It’s messy. The totality of the nastiness the adversary pushed in on us is being purged. It may look as though we’ve been carrying a great burden, because we have.

The collective, for the most part, has brought temperance energy to the trauma. Now, that trauma that had been tempered, appears to be releasing from the body.

It might look like an unhealed wound, but it isn’t. It is the chaff left over from the wound being tempered. Release the chaff, the ashes of that internal fire that fueled your ascension, and don’t listen to the projectionist trying to “restick shit” into you.

Once they notice you are releasing the refuse, they’ll try to trigger you so you’ll wind up holding onto it.

Let the chaff, and the projectionist, go.

It’s the best thing you can do for your Inner Divine.

She Let Go

Published January 6, 2026 by tindertender

She let go. Without a thought or a word, she let go. She let go of fear. She let go of the judgments.

She let go of the confluence of opinions swarming around her head. She let go of the committee of indecision within her.

She let go of all the ‘right’ reasons. Wholly and completely, without hesitation or worry, she just let go.

She didn’t ask anyone for advice. She didn’t read a book on how to let go… She didn’t search the scriptures.

She just let go.

She let go of all of the memories that held her back. She let go of all of the anxiety that kept her from moving forward.

She let go of the planning and all of the calculations about how to do it just right.

She didn’t promise to let go.
She didn’t journal about it. She didn’t write the projected date in her day-timer. She made no public announcement and put no ad in the paper. She didn’t check the weather report or read her daily horoscope.

She just let go.

She didn’t analyse whether she should let go. She didn’t call her friends to discuss the matter.
She didn’t do a five-step Spiritual Mind Treatment.

She didn’t call the prayer line.
She didn’t utter one word. She just let go.

No one was around when it happened.
here was no applause or congratulations.
No one thanked her or praised her.

No one noticed a thing.
Like a leaf falling from a tree, she just let go.

There was no effort. There was no struggle.

It wasn’t good and it wasn’t bad.

It was what it was, and it is just that.
In the space of letting go, she let it all be.

A small smile came over her face.
A light breeze blew through her.
And the sun and the moon shone forevermore.

~Rev Safire Rose~

Pest Control, then Restoration

Published January 5, 2026 by tindertender

Destruction by Fire: Revelation 22 and other passages suggest the current earth will be destroyed by fire at Christ’s return, fulfilling prophecy.

The Antichrist’s rise, described as being “allowed to wage war” (Revelation 13:7), suggests a period where evil appears victorious, a “sacrifice” of God’s people seemingly “lost” before divine triumph.

Eden Restored
22 Then the angel showed me the river of the water of life, as clear as crystal, flowing from the throne of God and of the Lamb 2 down the middle of the great street of the city. On each side of the river stood the tree of life, bearing twelve crops of fruit, yielding its fruit every month. And the leaves of the tree are for the healing of the nations. 3 No longer will there be any curse. The throne of God and of the Lamb will be in the city, and his servants will serve him. 4 They will see his face, and his name will be on their foreheads. 5 There will be no more night. They will not need the light of a lamp or the light of the sun, for the Lord God will give them light. And they will reign for ever and ever.

I heard the curator a few days ago say, “The trumpets are blowing”.

Trumpet Judgments:
First Trumpet (Rev 8:7): Hail, fire mixed with blood, hurled to Earth, burning a third of the land, trees, and all green grass.
Fourth Trumpet (Rev 16:8-9): The sun scorches people with intense fire, but they curse God instead of repenting.
Locusts (Rev 9:17-18): A great army of horse-like creatures breathes out fire, smoke, and sulfur, killing a third of humanity.
Final Judgment (Rev 20:10, 14): The devil, beast, and false prophet are thrown into the “lake of fire,” which is described as the “second death”.
New Jerusalem (Rev 21:22-27): While a city of gold, the surrounding area is fire for those whose names aren’t in the Lamb’s Book of Life, contrasting with the pure city.

Interpretations of the fire:
Literal vs. Symbolic: Many scholars see Revelation as symbolic, with fire representing divine judgment, purification, or intense tribulation rather than just physical flames.

Fire Judgments in Revelation: The Book of Revelation describes a series of future judgments where fire plays a significant role. Partial Burning (Revelation 8:7): During the first trumpet judgment, hail and fire mixed with blood are hurled down, resulting in a third of the trees and all green grass being burned up. This is a partial judgment meant to prompt repentance. The Lake of Fire: This is a symbolic place of eternal punishment for the devil, the beast, the false prophet, death, Hades, and ungodly people. It is described as the "second death". The Final Purging Fire (2 Peter 3:10): Other parts of the Bible, such as 2 Peter 3:10, state that the present heavens and earth are "reserved for fire" until the day of judgment, when ungodly people will be destroyed and the world cleansed. The New Earth: After the judgment by fire, God will create a "new heaven and a new earth," where righteousness dwells and all corruption is removed.

“Love Thy Enemy” they say. Eff You Mutant.

Published January 1, 2026 by tindertender

How about “loving them” from a very, very, great distance. Better yet, how about cutting ALL energetic cords, complete separation.

“Trust and love each other” some say. These are those who weren’t forced to listen to the cries of tortured children every moment of every day for decades, pleading that someone save them.

People criticize those who try to keep animals from the slaughter, not understanding “the people we aren’t supposed to talk about” have been putting the bodies of their sacrifices, these tortured children, into the meat grinder and selling them to civilians as hotdogs and other ground meats.

These same “unintentional” cannibals, get mad at those of us trying to keep their sorry azzes out of the meat grinder. Perhaps the Mother Father Divine should just let them go?

Go forth child, into the vipers den. Go forth child and “be friends” with the vampire, feeding on your soul.

Long ago I tried to save the souls of people speaking on this very topic, and how these nasty jacks would prostitute everyone … and they have. They’ve been relentlessly feeding on the people, in many ways.

I no longer care to save anyone’s soul. I suffered centuries, being recycled, sacrificed, consumed. My energy and gifts were used to hurt people by those wearing a mask, a catfishing copycat … many of them … framing me as terrorist, as prostitute.

I’m no longer willing to give up my life for those who convict me of being mean. I release you. I give you over to those vampires you insist need to be trusted. I allow you freedom to go … and be their supply.

Everyone needs to learn their lessons.
I’ve learned mine, by narrowly escaping their feeding line, after being drained, harvested, soul essence sucked out of me by an invisible, energetic straw.

You can be the new fodder if you wish.
God has it all arranged.
He knows who chose who.

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The interdimensional guide of the curator (seller of human soul value, and vital, energetic source, is talking about a “peace treaty”.

These sellers of human vital force, soul value, and happiness have NEVER honored a peace treaty. They use such things as permission to stay in the energy while they strategize a way to come back harder, with greater destruction.

They have exterminated 20 out of the 21 species of human. They have been terraforming the planet and chemically altering humans to become trans … something other than a natural human. (atrazine in water supply, bpa -synthetic estrogen – in all canned good). They intend for humans as God created them to cease to be.

They’ve been torturing children, eating them, some while alive, and there is no peace in them. You cannot make pacts with the devil, they worship death and are searching for a success story, and their success story means the failure of Gods Family … Humanity.

These near perfect copycat mutations have no love in them, although they can “act like it” nearly perfectly.

They offer no structural value. They do not create, they destroy.

They are invasive “bark beatles” in the Forests of Eden, feeding on the “trees” of planetary stabilizers … those strong enough to root deeply in shadow, to grow mighty in light, and hold temperance within themselves, and for their communities.

There’s a reason the Most High rewards such beings, and we’ve got a bunch of 70% percenters out there (meaning they’ve only passed 70% of their lessons) who target those who have passed 100% of their lessons … they like to redrum the successes and consume their soul value, essential energy, all covenants and wealth, while “pretending” they are a success.

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Women want to love the masculine, still, and it makes my heart happy, at the same time, quite fierce. (Let the brutalizer, parasitical, vampire be exterminated).

God said the mean mutants pretending to be men would get what they deserve. I in no way shape or form will object, give mercy, or defend them.

I pray the soft hearted woman learn to love herself enough to recognize those she feels drawn to “trust” are not the ones “made in the image of God”, they are “bark Beatles” in the Garden of Eden, and they’ve been feeding on the Womb of Power, the Tree of Life, and the innocent life coming from it, for far too long.

Gratefully, True Divine Masculine heard our prayers and are here now wiping the floor with their faces.

The Mothers Bridge was mended. The Father knows the truth now. The mutants who have defiled the Mothers, and the reputation of the Divine Fathers, by using the man suit made in the image of, the phallus, the creators tool to bring forth life, to hurt, harm, terrorize, and unalive weaker, softer beings, and their weeping hearts.

Eff you mutant.

Lateral Violence ~ Colonizer Behavior

Published November 28, 2025 by tindertender

You know what sucks?
Lateral violence.

Not from strangers who know nothing about me…
but from our own people.
The comments, the digs, the policing, the “you’re not doing it right,” the “you don’t look Lakota enough,” the “who taught you.”
The jealousy.
The bitterness.
The tearing down.

And it’s wild, because that behavior?
That’s colonizer behavior.
It’s exactly what they wanted us to do to each other.
Break each other’s spirits.
Doubt each other’s teachings.
Destroy each other’s confidence.
Attack each other’s identity.
Make sure we never trust, never uplift, never celebrate one another.

Our ancestors didn’t survive genocide, boarding schools, forced removals, starvation, outlawed ceremonies, and relentless erasure…
so that we could turn around and harm each other the same way.

I’m out here teaching plant knowledge, educating, sharing culture, raising my kids, running a community-centered business, helping people heal, and trying to leave the world better than I found it.

And the hate I get for simply existing as who I was born to be is unreal.

But here’s what I know and what my elders taught me:
When people attack your identity, your family, your authenticity, your appearance—
they’re speaking from their own wounds.
Their own scarcity.
Their own disconnection.

I refuse to carry that.
I refuse to swallow their hurt like it’s mine.
I refuse to dim my voice to make someone more comfortable in their misery.

I was taught to stand strong, to stand in truth, to keep going even when others want to drag me down.

So to all that lateral violence aimed at me lately?
All that weird, ugly energy trying to knock me off my path?

Nah.
I’m not shrinking.
I’m not stopping.
I’m not breaking.

I’ll keep teaching.
Keep creating.
Keep building.
Keep uplifting our people.
Keep doing the work.

Because that’s what a good relative does.
And I’m not carrying colonizer behavior into the next generation.

Love 💕 999 🕊️

Published November 23, 2025 by tindertender

When a human being chooses to live in ignorance, arrogance, self-absorption, self-centeredness, selfishness, and self-indulgence… they become emotionally addicted to the identity of pride. They become addicted to the illusion of control, the illusion of superiority, and the illusion of certainty. They attach their worth to stubbornness and rebellion, refusing to soften, refusing to listen, refusing to feel the truth that lives within the heart of their soul.

When someone chooses arrogance over humility, when they choose self-absorption over self-awareness, they disconnect from the true condition of their soul. They choose unloving beliefs. They choose unloving emotions. They choose unloving behaviors. And because of that, they have zero desire to deconstruct their facade.
Zero desire to deconstruct their traumas.
Zero desire to deconstruct their emotional wounds.
Zero desire to deconstruct their sins, their shadows, their false identities that were inherited through their family DNA.

Instead, they worship their addictions.
They praise their attachments.
They treasure their codependencies as if they are sacred.
They idolize the very prison that keeps them suffering.

And so they become emotionally addicted to their rage, their anger, their hatred, their bitterness.
They become addicted to their false assumptions.
They become addicted to their false narratives.
They become addicted to their false stories and false judgments.
They become addicted to the identity of their own fears and terrors.

And then, because they refuse to feel, refuse to take accountability, refuse to take ownership, they project all of it onto their reality, onto the people around them, onto the world, onto the ones who actually love them.

And this is why humility is the gateway to God.
This is why emotional transparency is the portal to liberation.
This is why the willingness to feel is the key to freedom.

Because until a soul becomes willing to dismantle everything false within them,
they will remain trapped in the illusion that is destroying them.

And for those who choose truth,
who choose humility,
who choose emotional honesty,
who choose divine accountability,
they resurrect.
They rise.
They rebirth.
They reclaim their original soul identity in God.

We God This.
Sacred Sovereignty. Divine Liberation.
Rise in Truth. Rise in Love. Rise in Humility.

We GOD this ,

Jason Justice Love 💕 999 🕊️