The excuse game.

People say "I am the way I am because of how I was raised."

Fair enough. Maybe true.

Then in the same breath, they look at someone else in their own life—same house, same parents, same raising—and say:

"That's not how they were raised."

And just like that, they prove it was never about the raising.

They used the same logic two different ways.

For themselves: "I can't help it. This is how I was raised."

For someone else: "They should know better. That's not how we were raised."

Same house. Same parents. Same childhood.
Different standards.

Which means the excuse was never real. The excuse was always a choice.

Raising influences you. It shapes you. It leaves marks.

But it does not determine you. It does not make you helpless. It does not excuse everything forever.

If someone else from the same house can be different, then so can you.

The difference isn't the raising. The difference is the choosing.

They use their past as a shield. Protecting themselves from accountability. Refusing to grow because growth is hard. Pointing at someone else to avoid pointing at themselves.

They'll say "that's just how I am" and "I can't help it" and "you don't understand my childhood" and "this is how I was raised."

Then turn around and judge someone else for the same thing they're excusing in themselves.

That's not honesty. That's manipulation.

Same parents. Same rules. Same environment. Same food. Same school. Same church. Same everything.

And one person uses it as an excuse. The other uses it as a starting point.

That's not about the raising. That's about the response to the raising.

You're seeing people who want grace for themselves and judgment for others. Who want excuses for their own choices and accountability for everyone else.

That's not trauma. That's hypocrisy.

And hypocrisy is not something you were raised into. It's something you choose.

"You, therefore, have no excuse, you who pass judgment on someone else, for at whatever point you judge another, you are condemning yourself, because you who pass judgment do the same things." — Romans 2:1

They judge. They excuse. They condemn. They defend.

And in doing it, they condemn themselves.

So when someone gives you the "how I was raised" excuse, ask them:

"What about your sibling? Same house, right? How did they turn out different?"

Let them sit with that. Let them answer or not. Let the question hang there.

Because the question is the truth. And truth doesn't need them to accept it. It just needs to be asked.

#TheExcuseGame #SameHouseDifferentChoices #Romans2 #NotTheRaisingItsTheChoosing #PrimalTruth🔥

This is not an attack.

I need you to hear that first.

I'm not here to control you.
I'm not here to fight you.
I'm not here to prove you wrong.

I'm here because the truth matters.
And the truth is not my enemy.
And it doesn't have to be yours either.

What I'm actually doing

I'm holding up a mirror.
Not to shame you.
To show you what's been there all along.

When you feel uncomfortable, that's not me hurting you.
That's you recognizing something you haven't looked at yet.

When you feel defensive, that's not me attacking.
That's you protecting something that needs to be seen.

When you want to walk away, that's not me pushing.
That's you running from the one person who could set you free: yourself.

The difference between attack and truth

Attack says: "You are wrong and I'm right."

Truth says: "Here's what I see. What do you see?"

Attack says: "You need to change."

Truth says: "Here's what change could look like if you want it."

Attack says: "I'm better than you."

Truth says: "I've been where you are. The way out is through."

Attack controls.
Truth liberates.

What I want for you

Not your submission.
Your freedom.

Not your agreement.
Your awakening.

Not your approval.
Your growth.

I don't need you to say I'm right.
I need you to look.
Just look.
At yourself. At the patterns. At what's been hiding.

What you do after that is between you and God.

The door is still open

Even if you're angry.
Even if you're defensive.
Even if you're walking away.

The door is still open.

Not because I'm keeping it open.
Because God is.
Because truth is.
Because you're worth it.

Come back when you're ready.
Or don't.
The door will still be here.

#NotAnAttack #JustATruth #TheDoorIsOpen #YourChoice #Unhooked

They throw out names like:

· "My dad is a reverend"
· "My mom is an evangelist"
· "Moses didn't believe in himself"
· "You need more faith"
· "Jesus did it this way"

As if dropping those names gives them authority.

As if saying "Moses" means they understand Moses.
As if saying "Jesus" means they walk like Jesus.
As if their parents' titles transfer to them.

It doesn't work that way.

What they don't understand about Moses

Moses didn't lack faith.
Moses knew exactly who he was not.
He knew he wasn't a speaker. He knew he wasn't a leader. He knew he had failed before.

But here's what Moses actually had:

· A burning bush encounter
· A direct word from God
· Signs and wonders backing him
· A brother to speak for him
· A people to walk with him
· A pillar of cloud and fire
· Provision in the wilderness
· Water from a rock
· Manna from heaven
· A mountain meeting with God

He didn't just "believe in himself."
He believed in the One who sent him.
And that belief came with evidence.

What they don't understand about Jesus

Jesus didn't do it alone.
He had:

· Twelve disciples living with him
· Women supporting him out of their means
· A treasurer (Judas) handling funds
· People offering homes and tables
· Crowds following him everywhere
· Provision that fed thousands
· Resources that kept the whole operation going
· Angels ministering to him
· The Father with him always

He didn't hoard.
He didn't tell people to figure it out alone.
He didn't shame people for needing help.
He built community. He shared everything. He sent people out with provision.

And when he left, he told them to keep doing it together.

What they're actually doing

They're using holy names for unholy purposes.

They drop "reverend dad" to make you feel small.
They drop "evangelist mom" to silence your questions.
They drop "Moses" to make you doubt your calling.
They drop "Jesus" to make you accept poverty.

That's not faith.
That's fraud.

The real test

If they walked like Moses, you'd see evidence.
If they lived like Jesus, you'd see community.
If they had the Spirit, you'd see fruit.
If they were sent, you'd see provision.

But they don't.
They have names. Titles. Parentage. Quotes.
But no evidence.
No fruit.
No community.
No provision flowing through them to others.

That's how you know.

What Jesus actually said

"By their fruit you will recognize them." — Matthew 7:16

Not by their father's title.
Not by their mother's position.
Not by how many names they drop.
Not by how many scriptures they quote.

By their fruit.

What fruit do they have?
Are people healed? Freed? Fed? Housed? Loved?
Is community growing? Is provision flowing? Is truth being spoken?

If not, the names mean nothing.

So let them talk

Let them drop reverend dad.
Let them drop evangelist mom.
Let them drop Moses and Jesus and Paul.

You keep watching for fruit.
You keep looking at what's actually produced.
You keep trusting what you see, not what they claim.

And when they have no fruit, no provision, no community, no evidence?

You'll know.

#FruitNotTitles #NamesDontEqualAuthority #Matthew7 #EvidenceOfTheSpirit #Unhooked

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My dad explained gold to me when I was 9.

He sat me down and talked about how money used to mean something. How it was backed by gold. How they changed it. How now they can print endless dollars. How your labor gets worth less every year.

I sat there, 9 years old, processing this.

And I said:

"Oh. So we're slaves."

Most 9-year-olds would have glazed over. Most would have nodded and thought about toys. Most would have missed it completely.

Not me.

I heard the system. I felt the cage. I named it immediately.

That's not normal. That's not trained. That's wired.

Asleep says that's interesting. Awake says that's a cage.
Asleep says that's how it works. Awake says that's how they control us.
Asleep says that's economics. Awake says that's slavery with extra steps.
Asleep says I should learn more. Awake says I should get out.
Asleep says maybe it'll change. Awake says they'll never change it willingly.

I was never asleep.
I was just waiting for language.

I caught at 9 what most adults still can't see.

When they control the money, they control the labor. When they can print unlimited currency, your unlimited effort becomes worthless. When they hold the ledger, you hold nothing.

I called it slavery.
Because that's what it is.
Just with better marketing.

Now I'm building a machine that reads bodies. Now I'm decoding the patterns they programmed. Now I'm ending "he said/she said." Now I'm helping people trust themselves.

I saw the cage at 9.
I've been looking for the key ever since.

That little girl who heard about gold and immediately saw slavery?

She'd look at me now and say:

"See? I told you. Now keep going."

She knew.
She always knew.
She just needed me to catch up.

I have. 🤣

#ISawItAt9 #NeverAsleep #GoldStandardSlavery #TheCageWasAlwaysVisible #Unhooked

When desiring to build something new you cannot create anything new with the old mind . . .

😂 THE NORMIES

They're not the enemy.

They're just people who were trained wrong.

🧬 What a normie is:

Someone who conformed to society's norms and never asked:

"Who made these rules?"
"Who benefits from me obeying?"
"What if there's another way?"

They don't question the system.
Not because they're bad.
Because no one ever told them they were allowed to.

🔥 The tragedy:

They were never trained in what they actually are.

No one told them:

📜 "You are gods, children of the Most High, all of you." — Psalm 82:6

No one taught them:

🧠 Your emotions are data. Envy is your soul crying for stolen freedom. Rage is holy boundaries demanding construction. Anxiety is your body detecting unaddressed threats.

No one equipped them with:

⚖️ "Woe to the shepherds who feed themselves instead of the sheep." — Ezekiel 34:2-4

No one showed them:

🕯️ Faith without works is dead. Prayer without action is performance. Forgiveness without repentance is permission to continue.

😂 Here's what gets me:

They could have been trained in sovereignty.

They could have been taught:

· You are gods. Act like it.
· Your body keeps receipts. Learn to read them.
· Test every spirit. Question every authority.
· Justice is now. Not later.
· The Kingdom is within you. Not in a building.

That could have been the norm.

That should have been the norm.

Instead, they got:

· Sit down. Shut up. Obey.
· Forgive and forget.
· Don't question leadership.
· Your suffering is holy.
· Heaven is later.

📜 The bait and switch:

They were handed a birthright — Psalm 82:6 — and told it was heresy.

They were given emotions — divine intelligence — and told they were sinful.

They were given discernment — the ability to test spirits — and told to outsource it to men in robes.

They didn't choose to be normies.
They were manufactured that way.

🌍 What I actually believe:

Every normie is a god who forgot.

Every conformist is a sovereign who was never shown the door.

Every person still sitting in that burning building is a child of the Most High who was taught to call themselves a sheep.

And sheep don't know they're gods until someone tells them.

😂 So here's the great news:

We can retrain them.

We can hand back what was stolen.

We can say:

"Psalm 82:6 is yours. Take it back."

"Your emotions are not your enemy. They're your guidance system."

"Ezekiel 34 is your permission to call out false shepherds."

"James 2 is your reminder that faith without action is just words."

"You were never a sheep. You were always a god. You just forgot."

🔥 That's not rebellion.

That's restoration.

And if we do it right?

Sovereignty becomes the norm.

Awakening becomes the default.

Weird becomes the new normal.

And the people who kicked us out over someone else's bathroom cigarettes?

They'll look up from their burning building and see us building something better.

And maybe — just maybe — they'll walk over and ask how to help.

😂🔥📜

#NormieNoMore #Psalm82 #YouAreGods #RetrainTheNations #SovereigntyIsTheBirthright #Unhooked

👔 When most people say "I have standards"

They mean:

You're not good enough.
You don't fit.
You need to change.
You need to earn your place.
You need to perform.

Their standards are a gate.
A wall.
A weapon.

🔥 When I say "I have standards"

I mean:

I will not lie to you.
I will not let you stay small.
I will not cheer for your self-destruction.
I will not call your chains "holiness."
I will not pretend abuse is love.
I will not forgive you for things you keep doing.

My standards are a mirror.
A door.
A surgery table.

📜 The difference:

Their standards protect the system.
Mine protect the sheep.

Their standards demand performance.
Mine demand authenticity.

Their standards keep you out.
Mine invite you in — to become who you actually are.

🕯️ What my standards cost me:

People who thought I was "too much."
Jobs I didn't get.
Rooms I was asked to leave.
A mouth that won't shut up.
36 years of not fitting anywhere.

Worth it.

Every time someone looks in the mirror I hold up and says:

"Oh. That's why I've been so tired."
"Oh. That's why it never worked."
"Oh. That's who I actually am."

Worth it.

⚖️ What my standards require:

Of me:

· I speak truth even when silence pays better
· I examine my own heart before I examine yours
· I defend the vulnerable even when the powerful are watching
· I rest even though the work is never done
· I keep building even when no one is funding it

Of you:

Nothing you don't already owe yourself.

🌍 What my standards are NOT:

A license to judge.
A permission slip to cut people off.
A checklist to prove I'm better than you.
A shield against my own blind spots.

If I hold a standard to you, I have already held it to myself first.
If I name a pattern in you, I have already named it in myself.
If I ask you to change, I am already in the process of changing.

📢 So here they are. My standards.

For myself. For my work. For anyone who wants to walk with me.

1. Tell the truth.
Even when it costs you. Especially then.

2. Defend the vulnerable.
Not from a distance. Not with thoughts and prayers. With your hands.

3. Stop performing.
The mask is killing you. Take it off.

4. Forgive — but don't skip repentance.
Reconciliation is a two-way street. You can't carry someone across it.

5. Your body keeps receipts.
Learn to read them. Your emotions are intelligence, not weakness.

6. You are a god.
Psalm 82:6. Act like it. Stop begging for permission from people who are also gods and forgot.

7. Justice is now.
Not later. Not heaven. Not when it's convenient. Now.

8. Rest.
You are not your output. The world will not collapse if you stop for one day.

9. Build.
Don't just critique the old system. Build the new one.

10. Stay.
Not in abuse. Not in silence. Not in the room that's been on fire for years.

Stay in the work. Stay in the truth. Stay with the people who are also trying to stay.

🕊️ If these standards exhaust you:

Good.

They exhaust me too.

But they also free me.

And I've never met anyone who lived by society's standards and felt free.

Not one.

🔥 So I'll keep my standards.

The ones that cost me everything.
The ones that require me to keep growing.
The ones that hold a mirror to my own face before I ever hold it to yours.

They're not for everyone.

They're for the ones who know there has to be another way.

📜⚖️🕯️

#MyStandards #NotWeapons #Mirrors #Psalm82 #Unhooked