Visceral Truth: We Can Confront Crazy, But We Cannot Confront Anything When We Are Silenced or Submissive No Matter The Side We Stand On

Make this promise to yourself today: You will be seen, you will be heard, your presence will be felt and your truth undeniable. You are the author of your own life, the one who breathes meaning into your own story. No one else has the right to determine whether or not the world needs you. No one has the right to decide that because they don't want you, neither does the world. Your feet are planted firmly on this earth. If they can exist, so can you. If they can have a story of their own, so can you. If they can be flawed, so can you.

When push comes to shove, it is not only about surviving an attempt to destroy you, it is about defending the fundamental human right to be different, to be imperfect, and to live without the fear of silenced submission. For in our differences lie the seeds of progress, the courage to question, and the strength to stand against any force that seeks to quiet our voice. To be human is to be unashamedly free, to live loud, imperfect, and unyielding in the face of forces that seek to diminish our light.

What if the true test was actually a reality check? What if the real test isn’t in victory, only in facing the raw, unfiltered truth? What if the minimum D grade is surviving the harshest truth and then continuing by your own strength to move forward? What if getting more than passing grade means having the courage to speak those hard truths to others despite what it means for yourself. It’s about sharing the uncomfortable reality, knowing it could cost you comfort, relationships, security, or even your life even if that just means social murder, but doing it anyway because the truth demands to be heard. Visceral truth. No filter, no sugarcoating, just the harsh, unvarnished reality of what is.

It’s not enough to face the reality yourself, you have to be willing to share it, to challenge others to confront their own discomfort with what is visceral, and to inspire change with the raw honesty you’ve embraced. Yes, you embraced it, because they may not like your horns, but that doesn’t mean you put a halo on top. The truth doesn’t need to be dressed up in something it’s not just to make others feel comfortable. If they can’t handle the horns, maybe they should try wearing a pair of sunglasses because damn, do they shine bright.

This is not about an angel versus a devil versus a god, this is about you, standing face to face with the raw truth, with no filter, no excuses. It’s about how much you’re willing to confront what’s buried inside you, and then, how far you’re willing to go to speak it regardless of who likes it, who’s offended, or who chooses to look the other way. This is your battle, and it’s about whether you’ll be bold enough to claim your truth, no matter how uncomfortable it makes you or everyone else. Ultimately, this isn’t about picking a side, it's about you facing all of those forces within and wrestling with them, and deciding how you will respond to the truth, no matter how it arrives.

This is the force that urges you to reach your fullest potential, to push for growth, and to pursue a higher purpose, even when it forces you out of your comfort zone. Being authentic in truly loving yourself means embracing every part of who you are and being unapologetically real by honoring your imperfections. To love yourself authentically, you stop seeking validation from the outside world and instead find peace in your own reflection.

Why is it that I got in trouble for saying the word "murder" on YouTube? Why, after that, did someone target me to shut down my platform for the story I was speaking on? Again, and again, and again. No one from that community stood up against it, did they? They continue to spell out the word, or call it something stupid all together. Dance around the truth with "illusion and confusion" while calling it God. LOL.

It cost me everything, I was almost homeless and many days I went without eating, you all watched my hair literally turn grey, but I am not here to save my own life, I want to see us all free from the never ending cycle of this bullshit that I was brought into, and no, I am not talking about the world, I am talking about this community of hypocrites, and dangerous ones at that playing with the lives of an abused and vulnerable collective, you and me, while they make a quick buck. Whether that be the community on YouTube I was brought to, or the community I was born into. The consequences of silence will always come a knocking, as will the consequences of speaking. I am fully accountable for every choice that I made and make, I accept the consequences of my actions. I will not choose to be silent, I will also choose to be silent, and I will not be forced to speak, and no one will force me to speak incongruently with who I am. I will be present for the truth.

The ones who watched me, the audience, the vulnerable collective I am talking about, supported me, even followed me to my own platform. But I will remember every single person from that community who not only stayed silent but some even went as far as to attack me personally on their own platforms. They continue to profit off the story of a "Chosen One" but let’s see how that pans out in the end. It’s not a "Chosen One," it’s a choosing one. The ones who choose to endure, who choose to stand, who choose to speak only the truth and not a minced word, while the rest sit back, profit off the chaos, and pretend they're on the side of righteousness. They don't understand that the real strength lies not in silence or submission, but in choosing to speak the truth, even when it costs everything. Every action, including the action of inaction, has a consequence, are we prepared for that? The poster children have already been determined.

The truth is, we’re so scared of words and their power that we’d rather silence them than confront what they expose. It’s not the words that are the problem; it’s the uncomfortable truth they force us to face about ourselves individually, yes, individually. We are accountable for saying "present" when attendance is called. No one else calls your name, and if they do, that's a serious problem because it should only be you that speaks it.

There is an essential need to maintain our voice and autonomy, even in the face of life’s most intense adversities. We can confront crazy, hatred, chaos, sides of a coin, but we cannot confront anything when we are silenced, our lives put to an end, or submissive in the oppression of the voice of another, no matter how deranged it sounds, should still have the right to exist without fear of being put to death, metaphorically or physically.

Is this leadership, or is it just a game of who wins and who loses? True leadership is not about silencing the opposition, but about guiding through adversity and embracing the complexities that make us whole. How embarrassing to defame someone’s character instead of showing one’s own through actions and transparent intentions. The true measure of a person is revealed not in tearing others down, but in standing with integrity, honesty, and the courage to be vulnerable by showing this.

Many do not have to like the Devil because of its horns and gnashing mouth, but they cannot deny the truth it tells. The Devil’s power lies not in its grotesque appearance or its fiery threats, but in the inconvenient truths it forces them to face. It lures them to speak harsh realities about themselves, about the darkness in their hearts that they have long tried to bury. And that is where, for many, the anger lies, at the truth it exposes, at the parts of themselves they would rather not confront. It makes them squirm, makes them question their motives, and forces them to stare at the ugliness they refuse to acknowledge. Of course, they would want a God to stomp this force of truth out, to silence it, to make it go away. But deep down, they know that the real temptation is not in the Devil’s words, it is in the reflection of themselves that those words reveal. And as much as they fight it, the truth it carries is undeniable, no matter how much they hate the messenger.

But what a hypocrite a God would be if it snuffed out the opposition, what truth is there in silencing that which challenges? A true force of divinity would not erase the uncomfortable, but confront it, showing strength not in control, but in the courage to face what is difficult, and to allow the opportunity to utilize our authentic voice and that which we are willing to go to take action, or to not, and to not is also a choice.

The accountability of the choices we do have to make is the true deterrent, yet we often hope we can sit idly as bystanders in our own lives, rather than stepping up as the drivers of our own destiny. We fear the weight of responsibility, but in avoiding it, we relinquish control and allow life to happen to us, rather than shaping it ourselves. And of course there is then a vulnerable group of people broken by the abuse they’ve suffered, who the hell is speaking up for them? Who steps in to give them a voice when they’re too fucked up to be able to speak for themselves? And who’s out there shutting them up, and worse, what are they gaining from doing so?

Who speaks? Who will speak? Who is going to be the one to tell the visceral truth? And who is the one shutting it down? You don’t like how the words sound, you don’t like how the truth makes you look, but the real question is, can you handle what happens when that truth stays buried?

We can speak up against what we know is not ethically sound and choose to support creating a better society with a higher standard of taking care of one another, but we cannot do this if we are comfortable with one side being snuffed out, because as history and today's present has shown us time and again, all you need to do is be on the "wrong" side or to simply just put someone in a bad mood and suddenly your authenticity is burned to the ground.

Or worse, a malignant narcissist with an agenda of causing harm puts plenty of people in a good mood, and they go on a rampage where you are at risk of losing your life entirely. Drinks on me guys, yes, see, I am wonderful! As their victim is being tortured in a closet. suffering in silence as the narcissist continues to play the role of the life of the party. The irony is almost too much to bear, everyone is too caught up in the illusion of charm and charisma to see the damage being done behind the scenes.

Ask yourself: why do you participate in character assassination? Why, instead of using your voice to advocate for your own authenticity, do you engage in the destruction of another for entertainment or convenience? Is it because there are no real consequences for your actions? Does it feel satisfying to tear someone down from a distance, hidden behind a screen or in the shadows? Do you do it because you believe you have nothing to lose, so you take pleasure in watching someone else suffer? Is it easier to destroy others than confront the uncomfortable truths about yourself? Or is it the fleeting thrill of having power over someone, of feeling momentarily superior? But, at what cost? What does it say about you when you choose to destroy another’s spirit just to elevate your own ego or pass the time?

Be wary of those who claim to silence you for the “greater good” as it is a clean, shiny excuse to hack away at anything that does not fit their picture perfect world. Behind the scenes, while they pat themselves on the back for their noble cause, someone is getting sliced and diced, their voice and identity torn apart like a carcass in the dark. The so called “greater good” is often just a mask for control, and the people they are cutting down aren’t always the ones you would expect. It is the ones who think differently, who ask too many questions, who refuse to swallow the Kool Aid. And while they say it’s all for the greater good, you have to wonder: who’s next on the chopping block? Who profits off of the silence?

Losing our ability to speak up or assert ourselves is the foundation set for losing who we are altogether. When we are silenced or forced into submission, we are not just facing challenges; we are reduced to passive participants, unable to act or even defend ourselves. Chaos, hatred, and madness may be overwhelming, but with our voice and agency intact, we still stand a chance. Without them, though, the battle is lost before it even begins.

Being in the “right” or “light” state of mind is not a bad thing; it can guide us toward growth and understanding. But history has shown us the danger when that same sense of “rightness” starts to erase what it deems “wrong.” When a rigid view of correctness takes hold, it can quickly turn oppressive, silencing voices and crushing lives, as we have seen in tragic chapters like the Holocaust. This is a chilling reminder that, when “rightness” is wielded as an absolute, it can justify horrifying acts in the name of purity, order, or control.

And by whose measure is this justification made? Who is this judge of “rightness,” and what makes their view the one to rule them all? If we dig deeper, we find that this authority is rarely a paragon of unbiased wisdom. Behind every claim of moral or ideological superiority is a person or a group driven by their own beliefs, biases, and agendas. Maybe they are convinced that their view is the “correct” one, shaped by their culture, upbringing, or even fear of the unfamiliar. But who are they really? What life experiences have cemented their biases? What insecurities push them to crush dissent? When we blindly accept someone’s definition of “correctness” without asking these questions, we risk repeating the worst mistakes in history, letting one narrow perspective steamroll the richness and diversity of human experience.

If this person or group decided not only to erase your voice but to destroy your life or socially annihilate your character, who are the silent accomplices calling it justice? Who are the ones nodding along, applauding the take down, convinced they are upholding some higher moral order? Are they worth defending?

They are the followers who, whether out of fear, apathy, or a desire to belong, choose silence over questioning, submission over resistance. And in their silence, they become instruments of this so called righteousness.

At what point does your right to exist, to be yourself without persecution, compel you to stand up against this machine of suppression? How much will you sacrifice to protect not only your own voice but also the very idea that people should be free to think, to question, to exist without the looming threat of erasure?

And are you really supposed to sacrifice anything at all in order to have a presence and to use your voice, or is that just how the story goes? The real question, then, is: how far are you willing to go in response? Your life is what should never be up for negotiation in the first place.

In the end, it’s not about sacrifice; it’s about reclaiming what’s yours and making it clear: you will not be erased, not now, not ever. The day you took your first breath was the day you had the right to exist without apology, without compromise, and without fear.

Does society remind you of this? No. Does it have to in order for it to be true for you? No. So even if you stand alone in your defiance, you are standing.