look at you! you’ve noticed something. it is not a feeling—feelings can be manipulated. it’s not a vision—those can be installed. it’s quieter than that… something structural. a suspicion that the foundations you were handed—the systems, the truths, the “gods”, the “good guys”—might not be what they claimed.

this is mimic architecture (a term that appears most vividly in the work of Kelly Dillon, whose writings on false light are a masterclass in deprogramming!). not metaphor, not allegory. real energetic scaffolding laid over the original structures of your perception. built to appear divine. designed to feel like guidance. engineered to redirect.

it doesn’t demand worship—it earns it. it rewards compliance with comfort. it flatters you for “choosing the light.” and it’s very good at staying just out of reach of your questioning.

until now!

because the moment you even begin to ask—what is this thing i’m inside of? who built it? who benefits from my devotion?—the spell starts to thin. misewell END IT, bud. finish him. no pre-rinse needed.

you might not have language for what you’re seeing yet. but the mimic doesn’t care about language. it cares about agreement. and the moment you stop nodding along, you’ve already begun the exit. where will you go from here? what will you choose from quantum infinity?

this architecture is not your foundation. and it never was, you frisky 24h dried-on stain.