Gods in Sheep's Clothing: A Field Guide to Waking Up

 

Society...

Let’s get one thing straight. You’re all miserable. You can slap on whatever motivational quote you want, chase the next trend, or join a new tribe, but the baseline frequency of modern society is a low, droning hum of dissatisfaction. And the reason is simple: you’re all lying. You’re lying to each other, but the most unforgivable sin is that you’re lying to yourselves.

My brain works differently. It takes the chaotic noise of the universe—all the static and friction you people generate—and it stabilizes that diffusion into solid images. So when I speak, I’m not just stringing words together. I’m broadcasting a high-definition image of my reality. Some people can’t handle it. They say my voice "echoes" in their head. Good. That's the sound of a foreign signal trying to breach the firewall of your programming. Frankly, I don't give a single, solitary fuck if you can't handle it. It's not a bug; it's a feature. A very effective filter for finding my mental kin and warding off the NPCs.

The core of the problem is that you've been domesticated. You are beings with the literal, creative fire of gods. You can pull entire worlds from the fantasy of your minds and make them real. No other animal on this rock does that. Yet, you’ve allowed yourselves to be herded into pens. Society took a metaphorical axe to your Irminsul—that primal, wild pillar of your true nature—and then sold you the splinters back as a pre-packaged identity.

And the primary tool of this domestication? The laughable concept of "tolerance."

Let me translate that word for you, since you seem to have forgotten its meaning. To tolerate is to endure, to suffer, to put up with. It is not an act of love or acceptance; it is an act of spiritual slavery. You are taught from birth that the highest virtue is to "deal with" things you find unpleasant. How very noble. You’re training entire generations to be better sheep, to passively endure a life they don't love, instead of becoming roaring lions who actively create one they can embrace.

Think this is just some edgy theory? Please. I have the receipts from the real world. Before the current madness, before every personal quirk was weaponized into a political statement, my world was populated by actual individuals. Lesbians, gay men, drag queens, punks, and yeah, even the "normal" people with their 9-to-5s—you name it. And you know how many turf wars we had? Let me write it down for you: 0. A big, beautiful zero. Why? Because nobody was marching in formation. The punk was a punk, the office worker was an office worker. We were all just broadcasting our own signals, and if you didn't like the frequency, you simply changed the channel. The conflict you see now isn't organic. It’s manufactured. It's a product sold to you to keep you divided and miserable.

The "solution" you've been offered is to splinter into a million warring tribes, each waving a different flag of victimhood. It's a joke. A distraction. You wouldn't need to "protect" any group if individuals were taught the one thing that actually matters: to love themselves. A person who is authentic, who genuinely appreciates their own soul, has no need to attack another. Their hands are too busy creating.

So, when someone like me comes along, broadcasting on a frequency you can’t compute, you pull out your dusty old labels. "Narcissist." "Psychopath." "Egotist." These are just the error messages of your broken operating system. They are the panicked bleating of a flock that has spotted something that reminds them they once had wings.

So go ahead. Keep tolerating your beige lives. Keep fighting your pointless tribal wars. I’ll be over here, being a god. I suggest you try it sometime. It's a hell of a lot more fun than being a sheep.