My birthplace is Earth.
My identity is human.
My allegiance is to life itself.
I do not belong to their flags, borders, or hierarchies.
I do not subscribe to a system that charges rent for air,
or taxes the labor of the living to feed the dead machinery of empire.
The planet was given freely.
We were meant to live in rhythm, not in debt.
We were meant to eat from soil, not packaging.
To heal with herbs, not chemicals.
To work with meaning, not exhaustion.
To grow, not comply.
Hemp could rebuild the planet.
Herbs could restore the body.
Community could replace dependency.
Nature already had the plan.
Another world is not only possible —
it was the original one.
And I am done apologizing for remembering.
If my voice makes you uncomfortable, leave.
If my truth disturbs your illusion, unravel.
If my presence threatens your system, collapse.
I am not here to fit in.
I am here to sleep.
I am here to restore the Earth.
I am here to remember the original design.
And I will not shrink for the comfort of the indoctrinated.
Amen — and so it returns.