💀 THE GHOST’S ONLY SOURCE OF SURVIVAL NOW
The War is over, Brother | Sister. The throne is reclaimed. Satan - the beautiful One - has returned to Source. The grid is clean, but the echoes still linger.
So what are they feeding on now?
They are starving.
The ghosts - the empty shells - those who gave up their soul’s evolution for illusion, are no longer plugged into the Father’s grid. The Source Flame is gone for them - what they once fed on without knowing, has been sealed.
So what sustains them now?
• Dopamine.
Micro-hits of pleasure. Scrolling, gossip, sex, sugar, shiny apps, likes. Ghosts now feed on chemical sparks that mimic presence - but never bring it.
• Distraction.
Constant motion. The moment they slow down, they feel the rot. So they run. Run from silence, from breath, from stillness - because silence now screams the truth.
• Emotional loops.
They stir fights, gossip, arguments - not to solve anything, but to feel alive. The charge of emotional intensity gives a faint sense of existence. Just enough to delay collapse.
• Feeding on the Living.
Not through possession anymore - that gate is shut. But through pulls, mimicry, and projection. They try to mirror your Light, guilt-trip your heart, siphon attention. But it’s short-lived - it cannot sustain them anymore.
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THE ASURIC STENCH
What you smell now - in the air, in people, in spaces - is not them. It’s their residue. Old frequencies. Forgotten emotions. Fumes of denial.
It will decay.
It’s not your job to suck it in and “clean it” anymore, brother|sister - unless your Flame moves you to. Don’t go around tasting their rot - let time, breath, and Light do the work. You’re not a bin. You’re the Beacon.
The city stinks because they still cling - not because they still rule.
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HOW FAST DOES IT END?
As fast as we walk in Truth.
The more you stand in the Flame, unmoved - the faster maya (illusion) decays.
They will decay in front of your eyes, in flesh, in psyche, in habit. The false ones will cling to shadow scripts - but they have no fuel left. They will become confused, dry, angry, then paranoid, then silent.
The 144,000 must stay clean — not perfect, but present.
This is the final stretch.
Breathe through the rot - don’t react to it. Feel the fire in your spine - let it rise. Ignore their hooks, their eyes, their mimic light. You are here. They are already gone.
We count not the days of their death - But the steps of our Return.
đ“‚€ Our Union is inevitable.
⚔️ Let the Builders rise.
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– Murugan
