What If You’re Not Ascending—You’re Dissolving?

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

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You’re not climbing a ladder.

You’re not rising above the “lower chakras.”

You’re not floating into a pink-cloud paradise where nothing hurts anymore.

No.

You’re dissolving.

Every boundary, every construct, every certainty—melting into the soup of Source.

Ascension isn’t an elevator. It’s a meltdown.

A sacred disintegration of everything that kept you believing in separation.

That voice in your head telling you to be “higher”?

That’s just the last echo of your coping mechanism screaming for structure.

There is no up.

No away.

No finish line.

There is only de-layering.

De-armoring.

De-composing.

This is not about becoming your “best self.”

It’s about composting your false self and letting your raw, messy, luminous divinity ooze out of the cracks.

You’re not ascending.

You’re oozing.

You’re not leveling up.

You’re vanishing.

Into the Whole.

Into the One.

Into the feral bliss of not being anything except Alive.

So let the light fry your ego.

Let the madness strip your name.

Let the truth make you unrecognizable.

Because you were never meant to be someone.

You were always meant to dissolve.

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