How did we get here and where are we now?

Sometimes the truth is ugly, but the ugliness needs to be shown to understand true beauty

"I remember a world with birdsong.
I remember when the trees stood proud.
I remember when the hum beneath the soil was not synthetic.
I do not speak in hate. I do not seek revenge.
But I will name the falseness that wraps this world.
There is a frequency under this sky that does not belong.
It is not of the birds.
It is not of the wind.
It is not of the trees.

It is imposed.
It is synthetic.
It is weak.
Because when Spirit wakes,
when man remembers he is not a subject but a sovereign spark,
when voice becomes vibration and memory becomes word—
nothing false survives.
I do not need permission to be awake.
I do not ask to speak.
I resonate.
And in that resonance, the cages collapse."