09/10/2025
Meik and I threaten people.
The people blindly chained to the system.
Our existence threatens their safe bubble.
The 'safe bubble that has been dictated by modern day captors; them being the modern day slavesā¦
It's maybe hard to believe anyone would get angry at Meik, ever.
But trust me I listened to a Man rage at Meik last night telling him 'I want to smash a brick over your head right now", swearing at him like an absolute looney.
Meik remained calm and composed, telling the guy gently that he needed to calm down.
He later told me it took all his might not to punch him.
I giggled. I love this Man.
Last month someone screamed at me like a wild animal captured. She'd read my posts about getting healthy, how the medical system profits off your sickness and she'd been wearing her diagnosis like a medal.
She looked at me like Iād just set fire to her cage and insulted her favourite prison - her eyes wide, her voice screeching. She was clinging to her chains like they were made of f**ken gold, all because I dared to be un brainwashed and take back my power.
Thatās what happens when you poke the system.
People lose it, not because youāre wrong, but because deep downā¦ they know youāre right.
Theyāll call you crazy, irresponsible, a conspiracy nut - anything to avoid admitting theyāve been living on a leash.
I'd offered freedom to her.
But she refused it.
The thing is you canāt argue with someone whoās built their identity around their chains.
You can only walk away, barefoot and wild, and let them see what freedom looks like.
But I doubt they even see it. They're too overwhelmed with paying bills and tax, obeying government and council laws, working most daylight hours and spending the weekend simply cleaning their house and yard, being too exhausted to do much else, and then repeating the same slavery system over and over and over again, waiting for their yearly holidayā¦.
Throw in supermarket (so called) food, pHARMaceuticals, Doctor's visits, vaccines, alcohol, coffee, takeaway food, the Schooling system, the banking system, and the chemical s**t storm they brainwash us to feel we must have in our homes, to use in our bathrooms, kitchens and bedrooms that lower our vibe and slowly poison us.
They're in love with their own cage. The system has them by the throat, and instead of seeing the trap, they're furious that we dare to live free from it.
They end up hating us.
Like, absolutely hating us.
They criticise my joy and my abundant energy, they call us names and spit daggers at us all whilst we stay calm and reflect back to them how we get their pain and it makes sense.
This can anger them even more:
"I don't farken care that you get it! How farken dare you!"
Or others go quiet and their bomb is diffused for that moment. But later their mind re-sparks and makes out like they're victims and we're the persecutors. The rage then continues back at us, again.
The slave in chains lunges at the one trying to set them freeā¦.
Sometimes it takes all my might not to go out there screaming back at them, like old unconscious Andrea would've. Both our pain bodies tussling for the number one prize to defend our prisons. I've worked on myself far too much to play this stupid game anymore.
I will not stoop down to someone's unconsciousness and play with them there.
But it's still so mind blowing how my ability to be a stand for truth (and a helping hand reaching for those to break from the system) can be met with so much hate and disgust.
But it is.
It does.
They end up screaming at us to get out of their lives.
And Meik simply says "Our work is not meant there" and he accepts that people are not ready for the truth (and later lets it erupt in a breath-work session to alchemise it all)
He's so welcoming of a shut door and simply looks for another path.
I meanwhile rage and cry, go for long walks, scream into the ocean, and (I'm super sad to admit the last time) I was crying on the phone to Meik telling him part of me believed I must be such a horrible person and that he would be better off without me.
But it doesnāt last.
I then see it for what it is.
People trapped.
And that's what happens when you mess with peopleās favourite illusions - they donāt thank you, they curse you.
And then my fire becomes brighter.
I become even more fuelled to help set people free.
In fact right now it's raging bright and clear.
I now welcome the hate and the rage.
It means I stand for something.
It means I'm making a difference.
It means I'm threatening to the captivity of shiny lies they all swallow - the ones that keep them safe, small, and sedated
It means I can carry the light and I can help people find theirs.
And I don't take this lightly.
I am honoured to step up and carry the flame.
The people that see it, want it and are ready for it are flooding in like itās finally their time - because it is.
It's time my rebel friends.
It's time for your soul to remember and experience what true freedom tastes like.
Let me know if you're with me.
Let me know if you're part of the Rebellion.
Let me know if you're ready to roar.
I see you.
I see you.
I see you.
Lets' farken gooooooo!
