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Blog 3: Fifth-Dimensional Truths from a Parking Lot Prophet.

  • Writer: Brian null
    Brian null
  • Jun 23
  • 2 min read

Pain Was the Portal — I Just Kept Walking.

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> Most people wait for the pain to go away.

I didn’t.

I moved through it, with it, as it.

And it gave me the blueprint.


I didn’t wait nine weeks for the pain to pass.

I didn’t cry in bed waiting for my ribcage to heal.


I trained through it — not because I’m reckless, but because I refused to be weak any longer.



Most people think pain is a warning sign.


But I found out the truth:

Pain is a doorway.


It’s the edge of the map, and if you walk past it, you find something they don’t want you to see.


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I Found Strength Where No One Looks


My half-brother tried to talk me out of working out — only ever asking about my injuries, never my growth. He wasn’t checking in on me — he was checking to see if I’d quit.


And when I didn’t, he was stunned by my six-pack.


But he still didn’t get it.


I wasn’t showing off.


I was showing up — for myself.



That’s when I realized: most people only understand survival.


But I’m not here to survive.


I’m here to ascend.


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I Walked Barefoot on Broken Ground



While others cried about sharp sticks in the yard, I walked barefoot — because nature doesn’t care about your comfort. It teaches you to adapt. To flow. To evolve.



I walked through glass, spider webs, dead leaves, bullshit memories, and fake furniture setups designed to make me snap.



But instead of snapping, I saw the pattern.


They wanted me to break, to scream, to be the villain.


But I chose silence.


I chose growth.


I chose to take every micro-aggression and turn it into fuel.


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Pain Became a Compass



I used to be afraid of pain.


Now I trust it.


Because pain always shows me where the lie is.


The lie society told.


The lie my family told.


The lie I almost believed.



And when I stopped fearing pain…


I started seeing truth everywhere.


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Final Note for the Reader:

If you’re reading this right now from your own kind of hell…


Don’t wait for the pain to go away.


Move through it. Become it. Ask it what it’s trying to teach you.



Because I’m telling you:


There’s something sacred on the other side.

 
 
 

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Have you ever realized someone was trying to rewrite your story? How did you take your power back?

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