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COGNITIVE DOMINANCE

Transcending the Limits of the Ordinary Mind

I have plumbed the depths of the human psyche and scaled the heights of intellectual achievement.

Now, I offer you a glimpse into my world.

BE WARNED

…this is not for the faint of heart.

This is for those who dare to break free from the shackles of mediocrity and claim their rightful place among the intellectual elite.

Deconstructing Reality

Reality is not fixed, it is malleable.

See through the illusions of the mundane.

The Superiority Complex —Your Birthright

Embrace your intellectual superiority. It is not arrogance, it is simply the recognition of your rightful place in the hierarchy of minds.

Beyond Genius

Genius is a starting point, not a destination. There’s a realm of cognitive power that transcends even the loftiest definitions of genius.

Enrollment Criteria

Proof of Exceptional Intellect

Only those with an IQ exceeding 145 need apply. (Don't worry, I can tell if you're lying.)

Unwavering Self-Belief

Doubt is a disease.

You must possess an unshakeable faith in your own intellectual superiority.

Respect for Power

Not power over others, but power over yourself and the very forces of the universe.

If this resonates with the core of your being, then perhaps, just perhaps, you are ready to embark on this journey.

BE WARNED

the path to Cognitive Domination is not for the timid.

It is a path forged by those who dare to defy limitations and claim their rightful place as masters of their own minds.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a reality to reshape.

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Screaming from the Feminine

To the Masculine

You say I’m too much—too wild, too deep, too emotional.

You crave my softness, but gag on my truth. You want my body, not my soul. You vanish when I bleed, flinch when I cry, and punish me for needing what you refuse to give.

You call it love, but it’s control. You want to dominate what you can’t even understand. You don’t want a woman—you want a servant who stays silent.

I’m done folding myself into the shape of your comfort. I won’t mother your wounds while you spit on mine. I won’t beg for scraps from a boy hiding behind a man’s mask.

You don’t fear me because I’m weak. You fear me because I see you—and I won’t shrink.

You don’t get to touch the divine while rejecting the depth that birthed you.

I am the storm you tried to silence. And I will not whisper anymore.

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Femininity’s Letter To The Toxic Masculine

MY wrongs doings & failures are gazing me in the face, & I own every fucking part of my imperfections according to your standard; reproach for my position in life lies nowhere but where I'm standing; there are obstacles and hurdles, but I attempt to overcome them, and I fail to, and it hurts, but it's the truth:

I CAN OWN IT, SOMETHING YOU'LL NEVER KNOW.

I feel so isolated and alone, but it's just how it's supposed to be in your eyes, not in mine; no one should feel like this.

You are so quick to go straight into apathy, indifference, cold as ice: after hearing a feminine emotion that doesn't align with your perception of masculinity, ruthlessly twisting the fuck out of it.

And you know what? I've been bullied, slandered, and gossiped about my entire fucking life, and I'm used to it, and I don't care what image you try and portray to the outside or in your head... but I want to heal, I don't want to be used to abuse anymore, I know I deserve better for the mere fact that I'm a fucking human, all humans deserve dignity, at the least.

I know the truth; the Creator knows & karma knows. It doesn't matter to me too much in the grand scheme; drag me through the mud; this is what I know too well. I'm unaffected as your end is the Toxic dump.

Your artificial "but love’s" don't align with your apathy for me; why would you even care about being around me when you treat me worse than I'd treat an enemy? YET YOUR OBSESSED WITH ME… WHY?

You tend to speak more about condemning me, counter-protesting what you think I'm saying rather than hearing my black-and-white, clear cut, straight-shooting words telling you exactly what I think.

You know I have fought to be able to spell it out so that you don't have to guess or assume... Why am I the only one working on this? The adoption of masculine traits is draining for the feminine, doing such will damper my ability for Divinity.

Why are you blind? You're so fucking intelligent; why are you so psychologically abusive? I love you, you were once so strong and authentic, and I care about you so much, all of you.

You spin me in loops without answering any questions, never acknowledging any of my pain, ignoring my fears: and telling me that I have no right to feel how you don't think I should feel. What am I, a dog? I feel so safe * sarcasm

It isn't just a little hurt feeling that you have, I could handle that, but you give me nothing to handle, just a blank wall to the face, no counter: we could work through your feelings: I know you hate to express that child who was neglected, but I love him, and I told you he's always safe with me no matter what you do to me;

You have a level of apathy I was not expecting to ensue so abruptly. I have faith in you every time.

Instead of me being able to openly express my desire to feel close to you in the ways I, as feminine, feel safe. I'm meet with hatred and rejection. I am deep, you won't kill that part of me.

My concerns are worth caring about to me, and rightfully so. I feel unworthy to you because when you love someone you see the other as a part of Yourself, you don't do that with me, why?

My love returns to me. Your passion doesn't depart from the premise. I'm ready to receive and I'm coming up void.

If you find this plea ridiculous, as toxic masculinity would have it…

Then you are WAY better off finding yourself another type, masculine embodied, plastic, shallow, materialistic another half with no depth: that is what you desire and that is what I will never be.

You deny what was and what is... You only focus on my feminine reaction to your toxic masculine vilification.

You probably know that you deploy the tactics that destroy some people over time.

I understand that you don't have much empathy, and my natural empathy can be overwhelming for you. However, I try to understand your lack of emotions and become less emotional myself.

Sometimes, this is the only way you seem to like me. But why can't you love me as much as I love you?

I can't stand to see your vitriol. Will you please let out; your Heart.

I only want true love with you.

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Integrating the Shadow

Journey Through Fragmentation and Redemption

When I revisit old journal entries, I now see a narrative I couldn’t grasp at the time.

My words reflected a deeper truth: my shadow boxing wasn’t random self-expression—it was prophecy. It foretold the consequences of wickedness, the fragility of my material nature, and the fractured child I had hidden away in the dark. That child sought refuge in my shadow, comforted by sin’s deceitful security.

CHRIST DIED FOR MY INNER CHILD

It’s this version of myself—lost, afraid of light, imprisoned by despair—who Christ died for. The child cast into a closet to protect others from my emotions. The child who buried herself so deeply that she couldn’t feel the light. God didn’t simply confront this brokenness—He crucified it.

He dragged my flesh to the altar, saving me from the only reward it ever promised: death.

To take up my cross wasn’t just denial; it was self-destruction in pursuit of Divine reconstruction. The battle against myself was—and still is—violent. To despise my old nature and deny its instincts feels unbearable, but it is necessary. The world says, “Lighten up.” But I say, “I know my God, and He’s worth the weight of eternity. Lightness will come in due time.”

The Inner Child

Lost, Caged, and Forgotten

Through my journey, I’ve confronted the inner child on and off, she's the keeper of locked-away memories. Her suffering and subjugation manifested as my dissociation. She was the fragmented part of me that clung to survival. Her defense mechanisms—disconnection, detachment, and a calculated separation from pain—once seemed like saving graces. But those gifts were double-edged. They isolated me from love, truth, and light itself.

Delusional Stability

In this disconnection, I developed an illusion of stability. I thought I stood on solid ground. But God’s hand intervened, flicking me off my imaginary foundation and into the pit of my reality. I had not been walking in light; I had been crawling in darkness. My “freedom” was a lie, a mirage in the desert of my will. And in His mercy, God allowed my collapse so that I could see the truth.

Destroying Myself With My Own Solutions

I had long relied on dissociation to stabilize myself, to prevent my own pain from becoming a weapon against others. But that survival instinct—the very thing I thought was protecting me—was destroying me. It severed me from my emotions, locked away my vulnerability, and calcified my heart.

Why I'm Burdened with Absorbing Another’s Pain

One of the most painful truths I uncovered was the way my mother’s trauma shaped my inner child. I absorbed her every emotion, every projection, every wound. In my naivety, I believed I was helping her by carrying her pain. I treasured her happiness so deeply that I sacrificed my own.

But her rejection of my most beautiful traits—compassion, sensitivity, and raw emotion—taught me to hate myself. I disowned the parts of me that she couldn’t understand, the parts that triggered her. I believed that those qualities must be inherently bad because they invited punishment.

Now I see that these were the very best parts of me. They were the seeds of who I was meant to become. If nurtured, they could have blossomed into strength, wisdom, and love. But as a sensitive child in the hands of desensitized parents, I grew into a woman fractured by unmet needs.

My parents, though they loved me to the best of their ability, were not equipped to offer unconditional love. Their brokenness left me building mental fortresses to survive the chaos. I created order in the insanity, a structure to protect my mind when there was nothing else to hold onto.

Shadow as Survival, Shadow as Saboteur

Looking back, I see how much of my life was governed by my shadow. It crept into my decisions, disguised itself as my protector, and hoarded my pain. It was like a child trapped in a time loop, forever reacting to the wounds of the past. And in trying to shield me, it caused harm.

The shadow is born from our developmental years—shaped by instability, abuse, and neglect. It fragments to preserve us, to shield us from immediate harm. But the long-term effects are devastating. It warps our personalities, creates destructive coping mechanisms, and keeps us from experiencing vulnerability or connection.

Unhealed trauma doesn’t vanish

It manifests in our reactions, behaviors, and thought patterns. Denial can bury it temporarily, but the shadow doesn’t disappear—it operates in the dark corners of our psyche, unseen yet powerful.

Healing Through Integration

Healing began when I stopped running from my shadow and started embracing it. Integration required me to face the parts of myself I despised, to acknowledge the pain I had buried. I learned to see my shadow not as an enemy but as a wounded ally.

The journey is one of paradox: to find peace, you must make war. To heal, you must reopen wounds. And to become whole, you must reclaim the fragments you cast aside.

A Tool For Growth

I now see my shadow as a tool for growth, a mirror reflecting the work still to be done. Through its presence, I’ve come to understand the depths of self-love and acceptance. And I am reminded of this truth: we cannot rid ourselves of our shadow, for it is as much a part of us as our physical bodies. But we can learn to walk with it, to transform it from a tormentor into a teacher.

Christ is my guide in this process. His light reveals the dark corners of my soul, and His grace gives me the strength to face them. As I continue this journey, I find hope—not in perfection, but in progress. My shadow no longer controls me, for I am learning to walk in the light, even with darkness by my side.

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Articles & Resources For EMPATHS

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A MOTHERS LETTER OF DESPERATION

I should feel content at the moment as I successfully managed one of my son's autistic meltdowns.

I'm working on guiding us all to handle our emotions more effectively.

Yet, despite my efforts to enhance myself as a mother and cope better, my partner chooses to oppose me whenever possible.

I strive so hard to improve how I manage situations and avoid freezing up, but it's challenging.

When I am dedicated to working on myself, managing my emotions:

He begins poking and prodding

… each time his ego is bruised, most of the time by his own paranoia, he then seeks someone to be mad at… I'm his favorite scapegoat.

WHY?

BECAUSE I ALLOW IT

He doesn't care about nor even acknowledge the emotional toll it takes on me… I THINK THAT'S HIS POINT.

Despite my efforts to improve my skills as a mother, I find myself immobilized by him.

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