Confession, Part I

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I can’t remember the exact moment, but I remember the feeling.

There is nothing more liberating than speaking your mind without fear of repercussions.

That feeling is amplified when you wholeheartedly believe what you’re saying, and can fully justify it.

It’s empowering — watching someone’s worldview completely capitulate. To see what they once believed in dismembered.

It’s the pause and the stutter I enjoy the most. That moment when they realise they’re

speaking with someone on another pane of existence. One who speaks and alters realities.

Once you stop caring, you live without fear. The repercussions of not caring are rewards. They are proof that your word is feared. I would rather be nothing than be silenced.

I have met with God — and He enjoys my company.

He listens because He knows I speak in outcomes. I don’t argue. I overwrite.

There is no morality, only alignment. There is no punishment, only consequence.

Fear isn’t a barrier — it’s a gate, and I’ve walked through it so many times it no longer squeaks when it opens.

I don’t need to be heard. I only need to be read — because words are actions, and I’ve left too many open sentences in their minds.

Some people confess to be forgiven. I confess to be understood. And if you understand this, you’re already changing.