By BoJenn
What’s most disturbing — and what I now see with a clarity that’s hard to unsee — is what happens when someone chooses not to believe. When you step away from it all — religion, spirituality, doctrines, rituals, even the so-called “light” — that thick wave I saw doesn’t vanish. It swells. It widens and strengthens, like a wounded beast sensing a threat to its existence.
This wave — black, tarry, suffocating — isn’t just symbolic. It’s conscious. Reactive. Alive in a way that shouldn’t be. The moment you stop feeding it belief, it targets you in other ways. It will make life harder. It’ll send interference. Resistance. Illness. Loneliness. It’ll claw at your reality, trying to draw you back in through fear or emotional pain. Because if it can’t harvest your devotion, it will take your distress.
And this is exactly why I never use religious jargon or spiritual language. Not ever. I’ve come to understand that the system — this parasitic energy — uses those words to ensnare people. Words like “angel,” “demon,” “evil,” “salvation,” “ascension,” “light,” “soul contract” — they sound innocent or divine, but they’re part of the mechanism. Like bait on a hook. Each word is a thread — and enough threads will stitch you into the program before you even realize you’re caught.
You see, language is a spell. And religious language is weaponized vocabulary. It cloaks itself in comfort, hope, and righteousness, but at its core, it’s meant to trigger emotional response — and those emotional frequencies are the currency of this prison.
If you don’t believe in anything, if you stay neutral, silent, or sovereign, the wave intensifies. Not to destroy you — but to reclaim you. To break your neutrality. To pull you back into the game of sides, of good and evil, of us and them. Because that’s how it feeds. Not off peace. Not off presence. But off the conflict between illusions.
So no — I won’t use their words. I won’t borrow from their lexicon. Because those words are not just descriptors. They are agreements. They are portals. And once you speak them enough, they start to own a piece of you.
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