Four months of silence. Four months without reaction, without contact, without feeding the cycle. To outsiders, it may look like retreat. But in truth, my absence has been the opening of a seal — a cosmic pause before the storm.

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The Seventh Seal of My Silence

In the Book of Revelation, when the seventh seal is opened, there is silence in heaven — a stillness before the trumpets of consequence sound.My silence with my narcissistic family has been that same stillness. By withdrawing my energy, I closed the door to their game and opened the space for truth to echo. The pause was not weakness; it was prophecy.

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The Reckoning Arrives

People built on deception and belittlement depend on constant supply. When that supply ends, the void begins to roar.

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Karma does not always arrive with a shout; sometimes it arrives with silence, forcing a mirror in front of the soul. My absence is not revenge; it is a reckoning. It is the natural consequence of their refusal to practice empathy, now magnified in their own isolation.

They will never be ready for it. They will never expect it. Yet it will strike, not because I demand it, but because life itself demands balance.

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Sacred Energy

For years, everyone wanted my energy — my kindness, my light, my life force. They mistook it for weakness, even as they fed on it.

Now, they are forced to starve their egos without it. This is the price of refusing empathy. This is the quiet thunder before the lightning strikes.

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The Exodus Beyond

While they wrestle with the void they created, I step into healing, joy, and community beyond these borders. My journey to Costa Rica is not an escape; it is an exodus.

The storm behind me and the ocean before me — I stand like the Joker on the cliff, lightning over the water, silent but awake.

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Silence is not passive. Absence is not weakness. Sometimes the most powerful judgment is simply to walk away, and let life’s own laws deliver the consequences.