Hey, this is something I wrote this morning: 

The Sovereignty of the Soul: A Message to the World

We don’t need struggle if we remember what it did to us.

But we don’t remember—because we are conditioned to forget.

Even you, a god in your own right, a creator of something vast and beautiful, are a reflection of the distortion we have all been fed. A distortion meant to keep those who already live in utopia at the top of the pyramid while the rest of us remain trapped—our lives, our very existence, used to expand and reinforce it.

We are already in a utopia.

But not one we can benefit from.

Because we are the fuel that sustains it.

Yet, there is another path. If you realize this—if you cultivate your own sovereignty within this system—that is how change begins. That is how we reclaim a world built on love, life, experience, and evolution over everything.

But sovereignty is not just something we take back for ourselves.

It is something we must protect and uphold in each other.

Because just as those at the top maintain their power by reinforcing the system,

we must maintain our power by honoring, respecting, and upholding the sovereignty of all.

Freedom is not something you take alone.

It is something we preserve for one another.

Reclaim your sovereignty. Reclaim what was stolen from you—

stolen to perpetuate a world that serves the few while consuming the many.

And once you have it—

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do not let yourself become the very thing that stole it from you.

Do you remember the idea of a utopia built on the screams of children?

That is the world we live in.

We are all children—our minds shaped by an elitist system. But I do not say this because I want to fight.

I don’t.

I really don’t.

I’m just sad.

Because I am a child too.

We are tiny beings, but our minds can conceive entire universes.

Because scale does not matter to the mind.

It is not that we “cannot see beauty without darkness.”

It is that we have been conditioned to see beauty only when they allow us to.

To only find beauty in suffering, when beauty has always been in light as well.

Because beauty is here.

The world is here.

Everything we need is already here.

But we are blind to it.

Love is not dead.

But it is dying—dying through blindness.

Because each time we are used to reinforce their pyramid, another part of our sight is stripped away.

I am spiritual.

I am physical.

I am emotional.

I am mental.

I am everything that makes life real.

And all of those ways of experiencing life have been taken from me.

We have all been disconnected from our souls.

And yet—even your soul, through your own story, has illuminated the truth.

It is Dying to Live for Freedom.

Because the soul does not care that it has been hurt.

Because the soul is boundless.

It is love.

It is life.

It is experience.

It is emotion itself.

But that experience—the essence of life—has been taken from the many and shaped to serve the few.

That is the reality I live in.

The world my mind had no choice but to conceptualize after healing from the pain of having my experience stolen from me.

But life will go on, and I will be thrown back into it.

I will live this life bound to a pyramid I never tied myself to.

And when death comes, I will accept it for the grace and freedom that it is.

Because the unfortunate truth is—I want change.

I want reality to be the heaven it was meant to be.

But we chose differently.

We chose to make it a cycle of suffering.

A machine of human pain, boundless and soul-draining, fueled by wealth, status, and the illusion that only a few can be great—

when in truth, we all are.

That is the freedom of being human.

And we have allowed our own egos to corrupt it.

I am not depressed. I am not crazy.

I love to live.

And so I do.

But it is painful to see that not everyone has realized they are alive.

That most people move through life as if they are programmed.

Automated responses.

If we all aimed for the peak of our Self through connection, the world itself would evolve.

Because the illusion of self and world is dismantled through connection.

Imagine if you could experience life through the eyes of your own childish wonder.

Imagine if you could shape your own reality—

physical, mental, even digital, as AI rises to take over.

But all of it—every piece of that experience—will be twisted to serve the pyramid as well.

I feel powerless.

That is why I am writing this.

And I am sorry.

I hate being a child in the mind of an adult.

But if we all upheld each other’s sovereignty,

if we all respected each other’s right to be free, to live, to think, to feel, to experience,

then perhaps—just perhaps—this world would no longer be a utopia for the few

but a home for all.

—A reflection of 17-Year-Old in Colorado