The Dead Ends You Cherish • In Demolition of Entitlement (TPA001)
⁘ Created: 2026-02-08 ⁘ Updated: 2026-02-18
The fractured little you, existing in separation, affirming its illusions, is increasingly irrelevant and obsolete. The path forward is the path of integration — and it burns. It's consequential. You must transform beyond your constraints.
The world does not turn in your terms. The universe will never fit into your finite box of entitlements. It is you who most evolve and embrace nature's invitation to meet your potentials. The whole is not our servant. We all serve the whole.
This is not for you. The fractured little you, existing in separation, affirming its illusions. That you is increasingly irrelevant and obsolete. It will suffer and it will perish without my engagement.
This is "The Path Afterburner". We separate the kernels from the husks. You either ripen or you grow cold. There is no middle ground. Your self-absorption, your self-enamornment, your self-entitlement is the root of your suffering and your demise. The path forward is the path of integration — and it burns. It's consequential. You must transform.
This is not information. These are not crafty expressions. These are transmissions. These are initiations. These are downloads. If you seek progress on the path of conscious evolution. If you have the will to shed the old, defunct skin of your conditions. Then please proceed.
If you hope for the world to turn in your terms. If you seek for the universe to be in your service. Then please go away — as far as it goes. When you fancy yourself the center of the universe, you are cast by nature to its farthest rim. Whatever that our works and broadcasts here may be, they are not for you, the little individual, on priority. They are in service of the broadest picture.
These transmissions happen in service of the field of integration, in advancing the imperative of broad spectrum convergence. These communications emerge in the intersection of whatever that I carry and the needs of essence of the sentient beings of this world.
Is there a spectrum of contexts? Not all of which relate to you directly. Yes, there is. Is there a spectrum of language from simple to complicated, for the simpletons, for the intellectuals? Yes, there is. And there is also a significant middle ground with universal appeal. If only you care to attend to it. I am not a private tutor, not a mother bird, masticating and vomiting essence into your ears and mouth.
I am not here in service of your self-imposed limitations. Wake up. Grow up. Evolve. Realize your limited capacity, your crippled condition. Reflect on the countless opportunities you have overlooked for your evolution. When you yourself have sidetracked from the calls of evolution, how dare you now expect the world to come to your rescue, to do your works on your behalf?
This is not the voice of a candy-flavored enabler of your illusions. This is the voice that has kept me on the path, in the clear, in truth, for decades. A stern voice I heard from the masters on the outside, a commandment I hear on the inside. And you are entitled to nothing.
You gain merit in return to what you return to the universe. Acting selflessly in service of the collective. Supporting those who serve the collective. That alone is the role for each and every one of us, the best and brightest of us. We are in service of those who serve the whole.
Demolish your illusions. Abolish your self-imposed limits. Deconstruct the frames of your separation. The path to your reconciliation and integration will be straight and clear. You will rest in the lap of reality itself. Fire in the haul, friends. We are not loonies. We broadcast straight from the heart of the sun. Keep it real.