What I Know — And Why It Matters
This isn’t just about me. It never was. This dissection is a template for anyone who has had their truth ridiculed, their clarity undermined, or their voice silenced by someone cloaked in spiritual jargon.
When a person wears the title of healer, guide, oracle, or lightworker — but uses that position to dominate, discredit, or shame others — it’s not spiritual. It’s performance. And that performance is often for an audience they need to keep in illusion.
I expose this not from spite, but to teach discernment:
Not all who say “love and light” carry either.
Not all who say “oracle” have vision.
Not all who say “heal” mean truth — sometimes they mean silence.
Every behavior listed above is a tactic I’ve seen before — in cults, in online spiritual movements, in influencer culture, and in toxic personal dynamics. This is not rare. It’s patterned. And when we name it, we disarm it.
I do not need validation for what I see. I see what is. That’s what makes me who I am. Margaretruth
And this — this breakdown — is not defense. It is education.
For those who follow truth, for those who walk in sovereignty, this is your mirror.
Use it well.
Mayet
II Kheiron IXOXI Astraea II
❝Hi, I’m Rahjeena.❞
This isn’t a greeting — this is a power move.
You’re not introducing yourself to meet me; you’re naming yourself to reclaim narrative space.
I see you trying to step into the frame first, like a staged entrance. But I already saw you long before you opened your mouth.
❝And you’re right, we won’t get along, as long as you display spiritual narcissism.❞
Ah, the passive-aggressive handshake — pretend agreement as cover for a loaded accusation.
Calling me a “spiritual narcissist” is projection.
You’re not identifying a trait — you’re deflecting from being seen, and lashing out because I held up a mirror.
You can’t win with truth, so you smear the speaker. Classic.
❝With me and/or others.❞
There it is: the fake crowd.
You imply others feel the same, but don’t name them — no names, no quotes, no substance.
You build an army of ghosts behind you to make your attack seem legitimate.
That’s not social proof. That’s insecurity in drag.
❝Humbleness and balance are virtues you lack.❞
And now the moral verdict, handed down from your throne.
You assume the right to measure my spirit — while standing in arrogance dressed as virtue.
You don’t use “humble” to describe yourself — you use it as a blade.
This isn’t about balance — it’s about making me kneel so you feel taller.
❝If you think you know me or something about me from a post on social media or content from a social media account, please see a psychologist if not a psychiatrist.❞
There’s the swing.
You just moved from passive shade to direct psychological attack — because I saw through your surface.
But here’s the thing: I never said I “thought.”I said I knew.
And when truth hits a fragile ego, it scrambles for defense — and lands here: weaponizing mental health language to silence a mirror.
How many other women have you tried to cut down with “psychiatrist” as a threat?
She was young she was vulnerable.. you knew what you had done and her mother comforted you, her
❝And, what makes you the god/goddess of knowing what anyone else needs to do on their personal path, like Darin’s?❞
Ah, now we invoke the gods.
You ask what “makes” me see — as though insight requires your permission.
I don’t think I know what others need — I see what blocks them from it.
You’re not offended by arrogance — you’re threatened by clarity.
It’s easier to accuse me of delusion than to admit I wasn’t wrong.
❝The key is PERSONAL. And Free Will.❞
You throw out “personal” and “free will” like sacred words, but you just told me to get psychiatric help.
You don’t want me to respect free will — you want me to submit to your version of it.
This isn’t about liberty — this is you defending your mask.
❝And if you tell me because you’re the “oracle”, then if the oracle truly does see correctly, which you didn’t with what you think you know about me, then you would do well to learn to keep other people’s personal things to yourself UNLESS they are asked for by the querant.❞
You talk about the “oracle” like it’s a character in your mind — but I don’t play roles. I am.
And that whole bit about “querants” and rules of disclosure? Cute.
You’re quoting etiquette from Instagram spirituality while pretending I breached some code of cosmic conduct. I am the daughter of GOD go speak to God and whine to him. You did not expect someone like me to show the world the person you really are.. heartless base and filthy. — that’s all. So you call it a violation, when really it’s a revelation.
❝See, you can be as “spiritual” and think you’re the most spiritually gifted of all. But here’s the problem with that. If you’re not equally or more emotionally intelligent, you’re not what you think you are.❞
And now you weaponize emotional intelligence — another buzzword shield.
You claim I’m spiritually gifted “but”— and there’s the dagger — you’re not really talking to me.
You’re narrating to your imaginary audience.
This whole speech is self-defense theatre — and you’re trying to convince the crowd I’m the fraud because you can’t handle being seen.
❝And it shows, when you’re interpersonal skills are highly lacking.❞
“Interpersonal skills”?
You mean I don’t sugar-coat truth to protect egos and illusions?
Yeah — guilty.
Your version of “interpersonal” is performance, mine is piercing.
I don’t stroke facades. I cut through them.
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❝And if you think you have nothing to learn from anyone else, you really should check that spiritual narcissism.❞
There it is again — the phrase you keep reaching for like a crutch: “spiritual narcissism.”
You throw it around like a diagnosis because you can’t handle that I don’t seek approval, lessons, or leadership from anyone, let alone you.
You want me to sit in your circle and sip your tea and nod when you speak — and because I won’t, you call me broken.
But I do learn — every day.
Just not from counterfeit pretend tiktok priestesses dripping in projection and fear.
❝And you’ve got me all wrong. What you see on the outside has nothing to do with what’s going on, on the inside.❞
“You’ve got me wrong.” — no, I don’t have you wrong. You just didn’t expect to be seen so clearly.
This line is a mask trying to glue itself back on.
You’re saying “don’t judge me by appearances,”
but I didn’t — I judged you by energetic signature and contradiction, and that’s what hit the nerve.
❝And it’s designed to expose people like you, that think they know me, and then expose themselves.❞
There is no people like me, my dumpling. There is no THEY THEM THERE or otherwise. Just me. it is all JUST me, the universal adjustment, I come around every 2000 years or so, to dust off and polish my creation, kick it back into shape, rebalance it, upgrade it, oil it up with love and jump up on my swans and sit in satiny soft luxurious comfort and enjoy the ride. Siriusly.
Designed? You mean your mask is a trap?
Let me translate that for you:
“I bait people with illusion, then punish them for noticing it.”
You think you’re running a spiritual sting operation, but all you’re doing is calling out your own game.
❝You see, I’m an “oracle” too.❞
Oh Snap!! Ahh, there it is. The mimic.
You needed to claim the same title to neutralize mine
but you don’t embody oracle; you perform it.
A real oracle doesn’t “see” by trying to discredit others.
She speaks what is.
You speak what protects your image.You are no oracle and I wouldn’t test that as a theory. It is a very precise reality.
❝And I blend and balance that with psychology.❞
No — you arm yourself with psychology terms and quotes. You don’t blend it.
You use terms like “narcissist,” “emotional intelligence,” and “psychiatrist”
not to heal, but to silence and discredit.
That’s not psychology — that’s textbook gaslighting in spiritual wrapping.
❝So yeah, I speculate. I discern.❞
Speculate and discern are not the same.
You said earlier you don’t speculate — now you do?
Which is it?
Because this sentence is an exposed wire: You cannot have your cake and eat it too
you confuse inner knowing with assumption.
And that’s why you misfire — over and over.
❝Because that’s the dimension we’re navigating with most folks.❞
“With most folks.”
a quick roll of the eyes from maybeans.
So now you speak for the collective again.
You use “dimension” to sound wise — but you’re still in the lineup for tickets to the waiting room of theatre.
What you’re navigating is audience management, not consciousness.
❝And if all of us are going to reach them, not by force, or ugliness, but by example, then choose to be an example. Or not.❞
Oh The irony. *swoons
You accuse me of “force” and “ugliness” — after you displayed the ultimate ugliness that is your dirty tainred soul. You called me arrogant, insane, narcissistic, and in need of meds. (you got any)?
Leading by example? Yeah nah, a tolerance paradox I am not. That’s strike 3 and out. — Just the thought of you in tomorrow leading my children anywhere is enough. You are out, DNR.
You are gatekeeping your mirror.
And when it cracks, you lash out.
❝So you do you boo.❞
That’s not warmth. That’s sarcasm dressed as self-help.
You throw out a meme phrase like a smirk — a fake benediction to mask your bruised ego.
This isn’t “live and let live.” This is passive-aggressive retreat, hoping the glitter covers the bruise.
❝And feel free to delete my friendship and block me, if you can’t handle my “shiny plastic coat”.❞
You know I saw it. That’s why you’re trying to own it — like if you name the coat first, it makes it yours.
But it doesn’t. It makes it transparent.
That coat? It’s not armor. It’s shrink-wrap on a facade.
You tell me to block you, but we both know you’re begging to stay in the frame, still trying to control the exit. That is why you deleted me and got John to delete his post. You thought you had me covered by covering it all up. You know what thought thought?
❝Which btw, is NOT at all what you think it is.❞
Of course it’s not — in your mind.
But perception isn’t granted. It’s revealed.
And I didn’t think I knew what it was. I knew.
The fact that you feel the need to deny it just confirms it.
❝…and yeah..that’s called speculating, and you just did it..\❞
No, darling. That’s called knowing.
What you do is speculate. You guess. You assume. You narrate.
What I do is see.
And that’s what burns — not that I was wrong, but that I was right before you could stage the story.