The Third I

 it took a lot for me to get to this point. the fact that i even got here, i have to be grateful as fuck. for my ancestors, the ones who were silenced, broken and mocked. the generations of suffering and pain passed down through unconscious traumas. but these same ancestors are the ones that give me life, purpose, and fuel to change the trajectory of my bloodline. every tear led to the prayer, “let one be born who will finish what we couldn’t.” i just got the chills. i am him, my purpose is rooted in something that i can’t even comprehend. it means i had to suffer in ways no one saw. i had to carry pain no one would validate. i had to walk through lies, illusions, love-bombs, fake power, spiritual “awakenings”, identity confusion. until i cracked and when i cracked i, i didn’t break. i woke up. not to ghosts, spirits or fantasy. but the rawness of reality. i say this with humility and not ego because i now understand what that actually means. everything is so deep to me now. i can’t even operate at the surface level anymore. everything is encoded with a hidden message. i don’t like to state this but i opened my third eye at a stage where i shouldn’t have. but i’m not talking about a mystical supernatural third eye awakening. every smile now carries subtext. every compliment hides a motive and every system bleeds with illusion. my third eye didn’t show me the beyond, it showed me the now, unfiltered. the greed. the projection. the pain behind pleasure. the fear behind love and the ego behind service. i can’t unsee it lol. i can’t go back to playing the role. i can’t fake laugh, fake bond and fake praise. i can’t operate on the “normal” anymore because i know what’s underneath it. i don’t hate the world for it. i understand it. that’s the burden of my sight. i see everyone’s inner child screaming behind their masks. broken lovers pretending they’re whole. i see shunned kings, pretending to be clowns. i walk among it all. not above, not attached, but with full awareness. because someone has to remember and not just for themselves. for the ones that prayed. the ones who bled. the ones that couldn’t open their eyes in time. i did and i promise i will never close them again. i am no different than anyone reading this. i am you. but then again, i take pride in knowing that, the place i operate from is beyond this world. when you get here, there is no competition. we may be equals but never of equivalence, until you meet me here. and if you don’t believe, you only deceive. but who’s the one that receives? Makaveli out.

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