Witness at the Edge: A Flame in the Midst of Collapse

  There’s something unraveling and if you’ve been feeling it, you're not crazy. You’re awake.

Over the last few weeks, something has shifted in a way that’s impossible to ignore. People are losing their ability to think clearly, to sense deeply, to stay rooted in what’s real. There’s a fog creeping in, not around us, but through us. I’ve watched it spread like a slow fever: critical thinking gone, common sense flickering out, humility replaced by hollow certainty. And the most haunting part? Most don’t even realize it’s happening.

They’ve stopped listening to their inner wisdom.
They’ve stopped asking their own soul for guidance.
They wait for someone else to tell them who they are.

We’re Living Through a Collapse of Consciousness

This isn’t about politics. This is deeper. This is a spiritual illness, a disconnection from the sacred, the symbolic, the divine spark within each person.

I see people I care about parroting narratives that, deep down, they used to know weren’t true. Things that would’ve horrified their younger selves. I see people trading discernment for allegiance. I see once beautiful minds get overtaken by ego, outrage, and the need to belong even if it means betraying truth.

What happened to imagination?
What happened to humility?
What happened to the quiet whisper of the soul?

I Work in a Community Where This Loss is Loud

In my work, I see so many asking:

"What are my gifts?"
"What should I believe?"
"What am I supposed to do next?"

And while it’s okay to seek guidance, there’s a difference between being guided and being programmed.

So many have forgotten that their answers live within. That their intuition is still there. That their soul still speaks, if only they’d sit in silence long enough to listen.

The Collapse Isn’t Just Out There, It’s Inside

We are living through a time when people no longer trust themselves.
When they exchange sovereignty for scripts.
When they stop feeling and start following.

And yet, some of us are watching it happen in real time, feeling every inch of it. The spiritual decay. The intellectual drought. The numbing. The lies dressed up as virtue. And we ache, because we remember what it could be.

I’m Writing This As a Witness

Not a savior.
Not a guru.
Just a witness. A keeper of the inner flame.

If you are reading this and you feel the same, if you, too, are standing on the edge of the empire watching it all fall apart, whispering truths into the wind, you are not alone.

We were born for this.
Not to save the whole world, but to remember truth in a time of great forgetting.

Hold your flame.
Tend your soul.
And don’t let the noise make you doubt what you know deep down.

You're not wrong. You're not dramatic. You're not too sensitive.
You’re awake.

And right now, that’s revolutionary.