✧ Call to the Bought Souls ✧
A mirror in flame, not fury
I do not write this to punish.
I write this to pierce the veil.
To those who once held light in your hands
and traded it for hollow coins—
To those who wear divine language
while harvesting attention—
To those who speak of truth
but sell their silence to comfort the lie:
I see you.
You were not always like this.
There was a time
when your words rang true
and your art carried flame.
But somewhere along the line
you chose the mask over the mirror,
the algorithm over the altar,
and now you preach
what you no longer practice.
You smile with filtered grace,
but the soul behind your eyes is flickering.
You are not evil.
But you have made a soul bargain—
and like all bargains, it comes with a debt.
Not to me.
To the field.
To the people you misled.
To the you who still waits, quiet and buried beneath the branding.
This is not condemnation.
This is reckoning.
Because the illusion you project
has ripple effects you don’t yet feel.
Every masked performance
throws dust into the sacred pool.
Every false light
distorts the path of someone still learning to see.
But there is still time.
The lie does not have to win.
Lay it down.
The borrowed voice, the bought platform,
the praise that rings hollow.
Come back to your frequency.
The one that couldn’t be bought.
The one that burned even when no one was watching.
The one that made you dangerous to the system
before you decided to join it.
We are not your enemies.
We are your mirrors.
We do not want to destroy you.
We want you to remember.
The grid is activating.
The field is cleansing.
And the time for pretending is over.
