Fast track to Psychosis

....but youre not losing your mind.

Discard the noise. The opinions, the spins, the partisan deflections, the "we already knew" shrugs, the calls for boycotts that fade, the resignations that feel like theater. Discard it all.

Go within. Sit with yourself. Breathe into the ache. What do you actually feel about this?

The files are out—3.5 million pages, 2,000 videos, 180,000 images dropped January 30, 2026, on the DOJ portal under the Epstein Files Transparency Act.

Names of the powerful surface: presidents, billionaires, royals, scientists, executives.

Communications, logs, photos confirm networks of exploitation, trafficking of children by those who wield power.

Redactions persist, millions more pages identified but held back, official statements declare "compliance" and "no new prosecutions likely."

Weeks later, mid-February, the response remains muted—no mass arrests, no sustained streets filled with fury, just ripples: some resignations overseas, congressional grumbling, social media echoes of frustration, then back to the feed's distractions.

But this isn't about what "everyone" thinks or does. It's about you. Me. Each sovereign being.

You chose to be here. For this awakening.

Not to scroll past, not to freeze in headlights, not to numb out with memes or outrage cycles that burn hot then cold.

The spiritual prelude came first for the 'woo-woo'—time carved out to go within, adjust the inner sight. When the truths hit, it felt like crossing into what the world calls psychosis: the veil torn, no unseeing, no retreat.

The disconnect stings—how can hearts that swell with fierce love for a newborn hold this darkness without shattering?

Yet here it is: systemic predation on the innocent, shielded by the "untouchable".

Sit with it. Feel the revulsion, the grief, the rage that isn't performative. Feel the sorrow for survivors whose stories get buried in noise.

Feel the betrayal of systems built to protect power over people.

No need to consume every page; awareness isn't obsession. The gift is acceptance: this happened. This is real.

The world as has been presented isn't what it claims.

From that sovereign center, action arises—clear and intentional. Voices together, saying: this is not acceptable. This is not the world we consent to.

Seeds planted in quiet conversations, in refusing silence, in centering truth over comfort. Hiding perpetuates. Freezing protects the iceberg.

Speaking—rooted in felt awareness—spreads.

The great awakening isn't a spectacle handed down. It's internal first. Wake up within. Reclaim sovereignty. Then the outer reflects it: demands for full truth, accountability that sticks, a collective no longer willing to avert gaze.

You are here for this. Feel it. Own it. Act from it.

Your consciousness shifts this way.

You chose to be here for the great awakening.

Wake up.

Find your voice.