What If You’re the Demon You’ve Been Trying to Cast Out?

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

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Every ritual.

Every clearing.

Every desperate sage-stick flailing like you’re in a one-woman exorcism…

You’ve been trying to banish something.

The sadness.

The rage.

The shame that sticks to your bones like soul-tar.

You say it’s not you.

You say it’s “energy.”

You say, “I just need to raise my frequency.”

But what if…

The thing you’re trying to purge isn’t a curse or attachment or astral debris?

What if…

it’s you?

The version of you you locked in the basement of your psyche,

bound in chains of guilt and labeled: “TOO MUCH. TOO DARK. TOO DANGEROUS.”

The you who screamed when they shouldn’t have.

The you who wanted what they weren’t allowed to.

The you who bit back, lit matches, seduced reality into rearranging itself.

You called her shadow.

You called her lower self.

You called her demon.

But what if she’s the one with the key?

The holy misfit.

The wrathful medicine.

The one who remembers how to destroy illusion and walk barefoot on burning thresholds.

She’s not your enemy.

She’s your escape plan.

And when you finally stop exiling her?

You become the whole fucking temple.

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