What If Earth Is the Asylum, and You’re the Sane One?

A transmission from the Book of Divine Madness by the Priesthood of No-Sense.

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You woke up.

You started seeing the cracks.

You noticed the way people repeat things that don’t make sense.

Work jobs they hate.

Say “I’m fine” while dying inside.

Worship systems that eat their joy and call it responsibility.

You noticed how no one questions the rules.

And if you do…?

You’re “weird.”

“Intense.”

“Crazy.”

But let me ask you this:

What if you’re not crazy?

What if Earth is the asylum?

A planet-wide reality distortion field where the most sensitive beings

are gaslit into silence…

and the loudest voices are rewarded for compliance?

A realm where trauma is normalized, numbing is monetized, and intuition is pathologized?

“Oh, you feel too much? Here’s a diagnosis.”

“You sense energy? That’s just anxiety.”

“You see beyond this world? Must be delusion.”

But what if…

Your seeing is sacred.

Your rage is clarity.

Your refusal to pretend is the sanest thing you’ve ever done.

You’re not broken, beloved.

You’re the lucid one in a dream of madness.

So don’t shrink to fit the padded walls.

Tear the whole place down.

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