The mission of ReLOVution is to expose human rights violations within religious control groups, catalyzing transformative change and legislative reform.
This is the story of a man in love... 12 hand-written letters to his heart's desire, found in embrace of another.... Jesus unrequited, weeping at the altar..... praying for his runaway bride......
For every soul once belovèd - since utterly forsaken. Wholly Ghosted is a survivor’s guide to leaving religion without losing faith. A stark warning to the Christian collective, having caused more suffering than all wars combined - blind to their own conceit.
Wholly Ghosted is memoir and mirror, prophecy and reproof. Timeless romance of poetry and prose to a wayward bride courting disaster. A father's wise council over nescience of youth. This work shatters long-held illusions about relationships, while challenging aspects of religion and its claims - exposing hypocrisy at each perilous turn.
For the spiritual but not religious, and any deconstructing - agnostic and atheist grasping at meaning, and the lover who mistook a ball and chain for safe haven. Indeed, this book is for every zealot who speaks for God and won't be told.
Expect scripture-weighted cadence, searing indictment, and verses woven to convict. What you decide given the information, may very well define your walk. Many shall be offended - a remnant will change.
Both selfless and selfish are known by their fruits. Choose your poison.
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Numbness isn't the absence of feeling, rather a state of being overwhelmed - it's neither comfortable nor a safe place to nest.
Our world can be unforgiving and cruel... if the Spirit so moves, the power to resurrect one another lies within each of us.
In a world where authorities possess evidence on both sides of the isle - and not one child predator is arrested for unspeakable crimes - those involved in perpetuating the divide, serve a caucus designed to corral susceptible minds.
If you find yourself playing Left vs Right, please read a book, liberate what's left of your pickled grey matter, and graduate from the proverbial sandbox. We're in a war of Good vs Evil.
Flawed humans declaring pathetic leaders their personal saviours, then trading them every few years is theatre of the absurd. Whether in allegiance to a politician, religious posture, or any would-be influence - tribalism leads to a form of blindness where all naïve fall to a pit.
Remember, the root word of Culture will always be Cult.
What's so good about Friday, pray tell.......
Where people who've rejected their very own walk into mass as if they lay a golden egg - heaven theirs to claim. This is the part which only the lonely might appreciate. Cast aside by those preaching reconciliation - orphaned by family convinced they're saved.
Raising palms in worship after using those very hands to strike. Cut off oxygen, molest, then shut the door to one's voice. They call it faith, righteousness, swear by your name. But from here, looking through a glass, darkly - love - or is it evol - seems to be candlelit cruelty.
Humans choosing doctrine over a firstborn's cry, tribalism devoid of deeper bonds. Religion above all - paradise for performance. Those who've left your house haven't done so lightly. Some were violently evicted for daring challenge evils within. Indeed, so many shrieking your name were most heinous we'd known.
Wounding your children, they blamed us for bleeding. Abandoning the least? A holy culling. Upon breaking our hearts, they dragged us to our knees, demanding repentance.
Suffice, they'll never forgive us for what they did. Read that again.
Hello..?
Mr. Jesus, are you still there.......?
I'm writing in case you might sense gravity between those who wield you as their hammer - and these finishing nails - crushed for every blow. If heaven is full of ghosts who've rejected their own, yet believe themselves righteous - that's the hell this remnant already survived.
Sincerely,
One of many who learned from within, how not everything done in your name has anything to do with love.
Purity culture teaches a form of reverence resulting in repression and erasure of consent. A people made to vanish from themselves become easier to govern - elders preoccupied with sexual lives of parishioners...
Obsessed, that is, ensuring their little secrets remain hid 'neath a bushel.
Suicides don’t remove themselves from Heaven. They’re escaping Hell...
While creativity might be a blessing bestowed upon the broken, it may just as well be a curse to those who’d rather die. Rendering truths of the spirit can be likened unto a cutter, wherein crimson tides offer proof of life. Thus, the creative seeks catharsis, allowing for sweet repose…
What is pain, but a glaring indicator signifying the need to readdress. As without the body, so within spirit. Cancers often excised are not always to the benefit of life. Where some are liberated, others riddled with pathogen find the only choice that of self-sacrifice.
Speaking truth is one way of alienating oneself from a body, or shall we say group of deteriorating cells. Some will disturb the nest and endure cruelty of stinging arrows, while others isolate themselves to prevent metastasis. Consider the parable where uprooting weeds also strangles the crop.
If there be a collective consciousness, are we not then also Gods? As evolving spiritual beings, perhaps a portion of said particle is required in cleansing - cleaving from corrupted bodies, ensuring the separation of what is, from that no longer tolerated.
Every passing tells a story. An end to suffering at this realm documents a testament to being. Footprints, not unlike statements of faith, unravel mysteries wherein one’s absence is felt. Only then might some stir, that light may emerge.
If all is truly collective consciousness, it stands to reason both living and “Dead” are eternal energies. Arguably, that “Better place” serves to sever toxicities left behind. Again, suicides don’t remove themselves from Heaven. They’re escaping literal Hell.
Likewise, those who succumb to natural causes are not necessarily dying, rather embracing their spiritual nature - in that this world we inhabit has become most unnatural.
Remember, we need not reject God when recoiling from those abusing religion as brass knuckles. Fight the good fight - but don't argue with fools. There's a difference between taking a hit and ducking a blow.
The cruel craft of religious control lieth here: teaching wounded souls to apologize for bleeding - gutted by very hands baptizing their shame as holiness.
If it played out today, how many would've told David to pray for Goliath, or declare Jesus violent for overturning tables? When men stand down lest they cause a scene, evil flourishes obscene.
Indeed, there was a time people understood action was necessary - martial discipline crucial. Alas, men are no longer needed. At least, that’s the narrative by those who bear no sons.
Not every collapse is tragic. Oppressive structures framed in fear and riddled with shame deserve ruin. Matter once composed quickly decomposes, where embers which yet glow may spark passion's flame.
Many confuse spiritual hunger with loyalty to an institution. Yet should bread be theatre and wine mere branding, one may starve at said banquet.
Attendance doth not equal nourishment.
Men are often most vicious when convinced their impulses have cleared a sacred threshold. It's often at the height of devotion that judgment rots and brutality postures.
The more a man imagines himself aligned with God - less likely he is to interrogate the ruin of his wake. Religion has furnished many with a vocabulary grand enough to disguise the smallness of their being, all the while convinced of divine conduct. Few be creatures more grotesque than those who sell spirituality as moral authority.
Go ahead... tell a woman again how she should dress.... I dare you.....
Those labelled rebellious didn't wander from truth, but mortal men casting shadow at light - charging toll at every gate.
A gospel requiring brokers groweth phat while her seeking starve.
Toxic faith systems speak much of surrender, though what they truly seek is access over devotion. When silver plates are called up yonder, weekly investments due temporal squeeze, amount to majestic mansions… in somebody else’s name.
Questioning isn't necessarily about greener pastures. It's the pant for living waters, refusing to graze in drought after years of tithing trust.
Not every sheep is lost. Some are simply tired of getting fleeced.
I find many have not lost conviction - only appetite for leaders weaponizing faith and circles blindly following. There's a difference between disbelief and escape from extremists forging God's name on bad cheques.
I don't think of deconstruction as rebellion, rather a refusal to cosign flow for prophets drunk on borrowed rhyme. To whom faith is fake, God is good as dead.
Regarding world news, wars and rumours of wars... don't believe media spin. Ever. As for current affairs? Simply break bread with a Persian. Those who know, don't promote ignorant narratives.
While acts of war may not be most Abel in raising Cain, the alternative - fanaticism imposed upon a population under duress - is an extremist infection unimaginable to the numb western mindset.
Let me be perfectly clear...
The greatest threat to world peace is any religion intolerant of individual rights and freedoms. Expect hard times, and a rise in good men - the masculine imperative being to serve and protect.
Counter claims won't matter in a world overrun by radicals. As for having time? Trust me - less than sands in the hourglass............
In absence of mass protests re: bringing pedos to justice, ever wonder who organizes/funds other notable rallies - and where are they now, exactly? I'll tell you. Stifling victim cries, just as they drown babies. Sorry, did I write drown? I meant kiss. Mmmhmmn.
Mastering optics of conscience, our world manufactures urgency in mass-produced banners, baptizing itself in emotion filmed on command. But when exploitation reaches elite profiles - rooms where status insulates and influence launders narrative - the same culture that boasts itself brave becomes careful, procedural - allergic to the call of activism.
Cowards play apologists, not because crimes are difficult to recognize, rather how cost of speaking rises the closer truth gets to power.
This goes beyond institutional betrayal, to testing - proving - each character within said circles - many having failed in living colour. Too many who endlessly harp on justice, become timid when action threatens their tribe and/or access to funding. Heaven forbid powers revoke ongoing “Grants” (don’t get me started) or hinder sinfluencer platforms. While these may not defend evil outright - they provoke something insidious, often deadly: dilute, delay, reframe, and move on. Such persons encourage patience where there should be outrage, nuance devoid moral clarity, and decorum instead of dead reckoning. In this fashion, silence learns to wear a respectable facade.
Complicity is not only participation in the crime, but protection of conditions which allow criminals to reoffend. Analyzing patterns and pretending they're isolated - heaven forbid any profile what's obvious to the oblivious. Rugs, treating survivors as inconvenient reminders of what the powerful swept under. Consuming scandal as entertainment while refusing burden of sustained pressure. Demanding proof beyond reason from the wounded, extending endless benefit of doubt to those connected. Cowardice of any who know enough to be disturbed, but not brave enough to risk a goddamn goddamn.
Spineless? Invertebrates scale. As in snakes. Editorial caution, legal choreography, institutional preservation, donor sensitivity, partisan selectivity, and public fatigue. It teaches a society to perform moral supremacy without paying mortal cost. Training people to denounce safe villains with theatrical force, while protected predators are discussed as abstractions of unfortunate complexity. Map that! The result is a culture where outrage is plentiful, but courage scarce. Wildlings understand this better than any hooded fang. They don't survive because no one sees them, rather thrive as hyenas, spotted - and calculate.
My indictment is not only against the predator, but this perverted ecosystem of hesitation. Against arbiters of so-called truth, gatekeepers who bury, professionals that sanitize, audiences who scroll, and voices that grow silent when names become inconvenient. If your principles collapse at the threshold of influence, they are built on sand in valleys of silicon. If compassion expires when accountability costs, it isn't love to shun thy neighbour. If you require perfect victims or politically expedient villains before being heard - you're not serving justice - just yourself.
The call is simple, yet priced handsomely on purpose: speak when the room tenses. Press when trails grow cold. Support survivors without turning stories to content. Demand transparency from institutions over preserving reputation - yours and theirs!
Refuse selective outrage and moral outsourcing. Reject the lie that silence is neutrality. In matters of exploitation and abuse, hush money is the final bulwark of power!
Indeed, history is filled with cowards who never touched the crime, yet enable it by choosing not to disturb the men who did.
So, are you sick of the Epstein files? Don't pretend to activate globally, without first cleaning your own backyard.
No? Goddamn hypocrites. All.