We’ve been told to “fake it until we make it,” as if pretending our way through life will somehow bring us truth. But pretending has a price — one paid in authenticity, integrity, and the quiet collapse of self.
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Modern society clings to the belief that money can solve anything — that if only the wealthy shared their abundance, poverty and crime would vanish. It’s an appealing notion, simple and comforting, but also profoundly deceptive. For beneath every call for charity lies a deeper design: a world engineered to keep people dependent, distracted, and divided, while power remains untouched.
Truth isn’t a prize sitting neatly on a pedestal, waiting for us to stroll up and claim it. It’s buried — layer upon layer — under the debris of curated history, engineered distractions, and gilded myths. To peel it back is to risk dismantling everything you thought was real, only to find another stage set beneath it. And still, the pull remains — to see beyond the dome, to know what lies past the sanctioned horizon.
There’s a kind of knowing that doesn’t come from books, but from stillness — a quiet awareness that sees through the noise, the narratives, the illusions we’re fed from birth. This isn’t about conspiracy or dogma. It’s about pattern recognition, spiritual discernment, and the courage to admit that maybe, just maybe, the game was rigged long before we got here. But even in that knowing, there’s no need for despair. Only a turning — away from the machine, and back toward what is real.