All Glory To God

I am the tipping point, the unbalancing force that shakes the carefully constructed scales of their world. In their sterile offices they cannot fathom the disruption I bring, not because I seek chaos, but because I carry truth, raw and unfiltered, into spaces designed to suppress it. I have dared to expose the psychiatric and Western medical complex, a machine forged by Rockefeller and The Tavistock to control, subdue, and anaesthetise the masses with drugs and neurotoxins. Today, at the meeting, I stood as a beacon of defiance, speaking my truth, my experiences, my awakening. And though I was met with dubious glares and the dismissive tilt of a head turned downward to tune me out, I remain unshaken. Their refusal to digest the hard facts I laid bare is not my burden, it is theirs. I have done my part. I was seen. I was heard. And that is what matters.

The meeting was a microcosm of the larger war, a spiritual battle for the minds, bodies, and souls of humanity. They walked into my lounge not a clinical room carrying the weight of my past, every hospitalisation a trauma, every label a shackle, every pill a theft of my vitality, my safe sacred space called home. I could embody and carry the fire of my liberation, kindled by God’s grace, which has illuminated the horrors of this Babylonian system. I spoke of the medical complex’s dark agenda, its roots in mind control, its reliance on chemical obedience to silence the sacred protests of our souls. Their response? A predictable retreat into denial, a turning away from truths too sharp for their conditioned minds to bear. But that’s okay. Not everyone is ready to awaken, and I’ve learned to release the need to force their eyes open. My role is to plant the seeds, to disrupt their mindset and the system that binds them, whether they see it or not.

The anxiety that gripped me before the meeting, the dread of being analysed, dissected, and judged in a mere fifteen minutes for daring to speak my truth, still lingers like a faint echo. But I am releasing it, letting it dissolve in the light of my sovereignty. I no longer care how they choose to observe, analyse, or interpret my words. Their perspective is not my truth. One of the greatest lessons I’ve carved from this journey is this, what others think or feel about me says nothing about who I truly am. My identity is not shaped by their skepticism or their discomfort. It is forged in the fire of my experiences, tempered by the wisdom of my awakening, and anchored in the divine truth that God has enabled me to see.

I give all glory to God for waking me up to the heinous crimes of this medical complex and the broader Babylonian institutions that have ensnared humanity for far too long. This is no mere conspiracy, it is a spiritual war, a calculated assault on our minds, bodies, and spirits. The system thrives on our amnesia, convincing us we are broken, sick, or insufficient, when in truth, we are divine beings created to soar. They labelled my struggles “mental illness,” but I know now it was never a disease, it was a sacred rebellion, a refusal to conform to a world that demands we sleep, obey, and disappear. Every trauma, every betrayal by those white-coated charlatans, was a step on the path to this moment, where I stand free.

I am not here to escape life but to reclaim it. I am not a patient, not a diagnosis, not a problem to be managed. I am a force, a disruptor, a warrior in this spiritual battle, and I know my purpose is predestined. The chains of ancestral and generational curses will be broken, not by their drugs or their labels, but by my refusal to bow to their illusions. I pray others awaken to the dark agendas now coming to light, the crimes committed under the guise of “care.” I pray they see through the lies that have kept us enslaved and rise to reclaim their own divinity.

Today, I celebrate, not with fanfare, but with the quiet strength of one who has faced the system and emerged. I am the tipping point, and whether they acknowledge it or not, the scales are shifting. The truth is a fire that cannot be extinguished, and I will continue to carry it, guided by God, fuelled by purpose, and fortified by the lessons etched into my soul. This is my rebellion. This is my breakthrough. And this is only the beginning.

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