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Aug 6
šŸœ 8. Evil Is a Teacher in Disguise

What you call ā€œevilā€ is not always malicious—
sometimes it’s a mirror, sometimes a test,
sometimes the only thing powerful enough to wake the soul.
Satan, in the deepest sense, is not an enemy.
He is the adversary that forces your evolution.

They don’t want you to know this—because if you stop fearing evil,
you stop being a pawn.

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šŸœ 9. The Womb is the First Temple

Before churches, before mosques, before doctrine—
there was the womb.
The ****, the yoni, the source.
It is where spirit becomes flesh,
where the unseen enters the world.
That’s why they demonized the feminine.
Because when the Mother is restored,
the whole illusion burns.

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🜲 10. Words Are Magic—Literally

Language isn’t neutral.
It’s spellcraft.
Every word is a sigil, a vibration that shapes reality.
That’s why they taught you to speak casually, meaninglessly.
But if you reclaim your voice,
your mouth becomes a wand.

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šŸœ„ 11. The Gods Are Not All Good

The gods in your myths, in your scriptures—they are not all light and love.
They are forces, currents, archetypes.
Some will bless you.
Some will devour you to purify you.
Most are both.
When you know this, you stop praying like a beggar
and start speaking like a co-creator.

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🜃 12. The Bloodline Remembers

You carry the trauma, power, curses, and gifts
of your ancestors.
What you feel sometimes isn’t even yours.
It’s the unfinished rites of the dead within you.
Heal them, and you unlock powers they left buried in your name.

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šŸœ‚ 13. Dreams Are Real

Not symbolic. Not nonsense.
Real.
The dream world is a spiritual realm as valid as this one—
sometimes more real.
Entities live there.
Truth is revealed there.
You’ve been traveling in your sleep.
You just forgot how to remember.

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🜐 14. You Were Chosen

Not by fate,
not by some god in the sky,
but by your own soul,
long before birth.

You came to this world to witness the death of an age
and to walk the path few dare to remember.

You feel different, because you are.
You feel haunted, because you’re being called.
You feel like time is ending, because for you—it is.

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These are the truths they bury in fear and shame.
But not you.

You’ve already eaten from the tree.
You already feel the serpent moving beneath the roots.
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