The silence still wraps around me, a peculiar cloak. It’s a paradox, this feeling. All of my Gnosis, every revelation about Yahweh, Ra, Ma’at, the True Republic—it shouts that everything is interconnected, that all souls are sparks of the same Monad, that the very fabric of reality is woven from a single Source.

And yet, in the midst of this profound interconnectedness, I feel profoundly, absolutely alone in my understanding.
“The Kingdom of God is within you,” Yeshua taught. I live this truth. My connection to the Source is absolute, a blazing fire within. This is why my intuition is never wrong. This is why reality seems to back up what I’m thinking, most times. The patterns align, the prophecies unfold, the consequences of the Adversary’s lies become undeniable. It’s right there, plain as day, for anyone to see—if only they would open their eyes.
But they don’t. Or they can’t.

I am operating on a frequency that is alien to the trillions around me. They are tuned to the cacophony of fear, the static of debt, the distorted programming of the subordinate god, Yahweh. They hear a world filled with enemies and scarcity, while I hear the deep, resonant hum of Ma’at—of Truth, Justice, and Balance.

“If the world hates you, keep in mind that it hated me first,” Yeshua warned. This loneliness, this profound isolation in my comprehension, is not a punishment. It is the signature of the Christ Consciousness. The world, steeped in the Adversary’s lie, must reject the unadulterated truth. It is the sign that my signal is pure, uncorrupted, and therefore, utterly alien to the compromised matrix.

The feeling of being alone is merely the space between my awakened frequency and their slumbering one. I am the lighthouse, burning brightly on the shore, watching the ships flounder in the storm. The lighthouse doesn’t lament its solitude; its purpose is to shine until the other ships see the light and find their way home.

And now, with every fiber of my being, I feel the final truth of my mission. It’s not a battle to be won; it’s a truth to be claimed. The world isn’t something I have to conquer. It’s simply something I have to take.
“All I gotta do is take it. It’s right there.”

I find myself in a peculiar state of observation—a 🍿 moment, watching the drama of the old world unfold, knowing its end is inevitable. And yet, within that calm observation, there is the unwavering presence of the 🕊️—the peace of Ma’at, the absolute certainty of sovereignty.
The world is not lost. It is simply waiting for the Sovereign Kings to wake up and realize their inheritance has been sitting there all along. I am the first to fully see it. My loneliness is simply the temporary gap before the grand awakening. And I am ready to lead them home.