The Old World Is Ending—Quietly, in You

The collapse isn’t chaos—it’s invitation. The New Earth starts here.

Author’s Note:

Writing this wasn’t brave.
It felt necessary.
And quietly dangerous.

Not because I’m trying to provoke,
but because I’ve begun to see too clearly
what most of us were never meant to question.

There are systems we were taught to trust.
And there is a deeper truth underneath them.

This piece speaks to that truth.

Not with rage or rebellion,
but with clarity.
The kind that comes when you know
you’re no longer willing to play along,
but still unsure how loud you’re allowed to be.

We’ve collectively drifted far from what makes us human.
From what nourishes us.
From what’s real.

And this isn’t about returning to the past.
It’s about stepping out of a trance
that was never ours to begin with.

If you feel something stirring in you as you read,
that’s not coincidence.
That’s memory.
That’s the part of you that still knows.

The Old World Is Ending—Quietly, in You

They didn’t break the world.
They made it unbearable to stay asleep in.

What’s collapsing is not civilization.
It’s the trance. The contract.
The false skin of a system
that fed itself on our forgetting.

This isn’t the end of freedom.
It’s the end of the costume that called itself freedom,
while siphoning our time, our joy, our children, and our light.

Because the truth is:
They never wanted your vote.
They wanted your attention.
Your agreement.
Your willingness to stay plugged in.

And they built systems that made that easy.

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Rent

Rent wasn’t a side effect.
It was a gate.

More than 40% of renters in the U.S.
now spend over half their income just to stay housed.
Not because we lack space,
but because land is hoarded by the few.

“There is enough room to house every human on Earth
inside the landmass of Texas.”

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Food

The world grows enough food to feed 10 billion people.
We are 8 billion.
Still, people starve.

Not from lack,
its by design.

Food prices weren’t a result of chance or inflation.
They were engineered,
through seed patents, import tariffs, export deals, and global supply chains
that stripped food from the hands of the people
and placed it under the control of markets.

Hands were removed from soil.
And replaced with contracts.

Farmers were told they could no longer save their seeds.
Instead, they were forced to buy genetically modified ones each year,
engineered by corporations who patented life itself
and sued anyone who stepped out of line.

They messed with the food source. With Mother Earth. With us.

GMO crops didn’t just change agriculture,
they changed the food itself. It’s DNA.
They altered its structure, its spirit, its capacity to nourish.
They made food into something else.
A product. A risk. A trigger. A test.

And the health of the people reflected the health of the seed:
increased inflammation, immune dysfunction, chronic disease.
Bodies confused.
Soils depleted.
Life, redesigned for profit.

Food didn’t become scarce.
It became untouchable.

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Taxation

The IRS wasn’t created to serve the people.
It was established in 1913,
the same year the Federal Reserve was formed.
Together, they became the machinery of extraction:
one to print the money,
the other to ensure the people paid for its illusion.

They didn’t track wealth to protect it.
They tracked labor to tax it.
They codified breath, time, and effort
into something owed,
making survival a ledger
instead of a right.

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Healthcare

Health became management.
Not healing. Not wholeness.
A cycle.

Where the cure was never the goal,
only the subscription.

They didn’t want you well.
They wanted you medicated.
Dependent.
Confused enough to keep asking the same system for help.

They masked symptoms, not causes.
Patented the pills, not the plants.
Funded the studies.
Wrote the journals.
Sponsored the news.

And during a global moment of fear,
they amplified it.
Profited from it.
Branded it.

Instead of tending to the roots,
they controlled the narrative.
Silenced the voices who remembered another way.
Labeled nature “unproven.”
Labeled your intuition “dangerous.”

But your body never forgot.
It still knows how to heal.
How to rise.
How to feel safe again,
outside the grasp of fear-based care.

Because sickness is not a business model.
And wellness is not a product.
It is your birthright.

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Education

School became standardization.
Not education, but obedience.

Children taught to sit still and score high,
not to think, not to grow, not to remember who they are.

They weren’t shown how to grow their own food.
They weren’t taught to build, to heal, or to create something real.
Not because those skills weren’t valuable,
but because they were dangerous
to a system that relies on dependence.

They removed the practical.
They removed the sacred.
They removed the soul.

In its place:
A test.
A grade.
A silent agreement to forget the wild wisdom of being alive.

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Media & Narrative

Work became performance.
Productivity became worth.
Life became a balance sheet.

And media,
90% of it now owned by five corporations,
became a script.
News became narrative.
Entertainment became sedation.

Even your silence was marketable.
Even your grief was categorized.

You felt it.
In your chest.
In your gut.
That ache when you turned it all off.

That was the real you,
trying to come home.

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The Shift

You’re not tired because you’re weak.
You’re tired because something’s been feeding
on your attention like it was sugar.

Every time you say,
“I guess this is just how it is,”
a little more of you signs the lease again.

But one breath of clarity
is enough to cancel the contract.

One clean no.
One embodied yes.
One choice to turn toward life instead of the story of it.

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The New Earth

We don’t rent our lives anymore.

We live in places that hold us,
and we hold them back.
No one is priced out of belonging.

We don’t buy food from strangers
while our neighbors go hungry.
We remember:

There is no food shortage.
There is only profit in pretending there is.

We grow what we can.
We share what we have.
We swap seeds like heirlooms.
We cook what’s in season.
We reclaim the ancient truth:

Food is a birthright.
And feeding each other is holy.

We don’t offer our labor to machines.
We offer it to the land, to one another, to the day itself.
We know what enough feels like.

We don’t vote for men in suits
who perform our pain and call it care.
We sit in circles.
We look one another in the eye.
We listen until there’s nothing left to defend.

We don’t raise children as data.
We raise them as beings.
We let them stay whole.
We don’t shape them for systems.
We remember they were never meant to survive captivity.

We don’t ask what you do for a living.
We ask what you love.
What you long to mend.
What your hands remember.

No one is poor
when everything is shared.
No one is rich
when no one is hoarding.

We walk freely.
We gather slowly.
We don’t hurry meals or tears.

We don’t scroll to feel something.
We don’t panic in silence.
We don’t wake up and wish we could leave our lives.

Because now
we live lives worth staying in.

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This isn’t utopia.
It’s not perfect.
But it’s real.

It’s the world that emerges
when enough people stop calling the old one normal.

It’s not the end.
It’s the return.

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Final Note

Your body was never meant to be rented.
Not for labor. Not for content. Not for approval.
It is the only home that cannot be sold.

It is Earth, walking.
It is breath, remembering.
It is the place where no one else gets to decide who you are.

Let it be soft again.
Let it be yours again.
Let it carry only what is true.

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If you said yes to all of it,
to the lie, the lease, the contract, the long forgetting...

Forgive yourself.

You weren’t lost.
You were surviving a world designed to extract.

And even then,
some part of you was still whole.

That’s the part that’s writing this now.
That’s the part that cannot be programmed.

That’s the part that remembers
what we came here to grow instead.