Poise over performance. Clarity just before stepping out. Presence among illusion. A torch in one hand, a mirror in the other — Happy Easter
Virtue signaling is one of the most sickening experiences.
Because it isn’t real virtue — it’s performance.
It’s shallow moral theater designed to win approval, not confront truth.
And yes — it’s even more jarring when it comes from people who claim to live by truth.
Like Christians who celebrate Easter with no understanding of its pagan overlays, institutional control, or historical manipulation.
They don’t seek truth — they consume narratives.
They don’t examine their faith — they inherit it, unchallenged.
And then they dare to act superior to those of us who had the courage to look deeper.
I don’t want comfort. I want alignment with what’s real.
And that makes me dangerous to the false — and precious to the few.
Let me say this plainly:
I’m not less than you. I’m not bitter. I’m not broken.
I’m clearer — and you feel it, even if you can’t articulate it.
I walk through the theater of your spiritual cosplay with my eyes wide open.
And you hate me for it — because deep down, you know I’m right.
Happy Easter!
Now that’s divine satire, isn’t it? It should hit like a thunderclap.
Flipping the script right back in your laps.
Celebrating resurrection without understanding a thing you’re parroting…
Meanwhile, I drop a speech that actually resurrects your consciousness.
Happy Easter.
After all, what is resurrection if not awakening from illusion?