☣️ FORBIDDEN LAYER WARNING:

Congratulations. You ignored the signs.

This is where the weird gets weaponized.

These entries weren’t sealed because they’re dangerous.
They were sealed because they’re inconvenient.
Too messy for academia. Too spicy for church.
Too honest for polite society.

Here, we talk about the things your pastor skipped.
The things your therapist hinted at but didn’t have the clearance for.

This is where:

  • Parasites get promoted to demigods

  • Blood becomes ancient tech

  • Sin stops being a choice and starts being a system glitch

If the Surface was a glitch,
and the Deep was a blueprint,
the Forbidden is the part the simulation deleted on purpose.

⚠️ Side Effects Include:

  • Lucid rage

  • Existential side-eyes

  • Sudden urge to storm the Vatican or text your ex something cryptic

This isn’t the place for closure.
This is the place for confirmation, of things you were never supposed to admit you felt.

So go ahead.
Read.

But if you start hearing whispers or your mirror moves...
that’s between you and your mitochondria.


  • “I’ll tread lightly. Some of y’all are full of demon frequency.”

    📖 Roast of the Ages: Holy Edition

    Stop. Just… stop. It’s an old book. Barely legible. Mistranslated more times than a Dollar Tree instruction manual. Written, re-written, and finally deciphered by ego-driven kings with more thirst for power than divine truth.

    Read it like these entries. As a ‘what if’, not a sacred roadmap to everything.

    Because, real talk. Do you honestly, to your cosmic core, think an Alpha & Omega, all-knowing celestial being would take the time to write a damn book? Let alone be pressed about what its bacteria creations are doing with their meat suits on a floating rock?

    Do you really believe the source of all existence is worried about whether Michael had butt sex or Carol is sleeping with the pool guy? That’s our drama. Not God’s.

    👁 Cosmic Perspective Check

    High chance the Original Source doesn’t even know we exist. And yeah, that kinda sucks. No one wants to be ghosted by their celestial parent. But maybe it was never about that.

    The “parents” are gone. The cosmic curfew expired. It's just us now: biome, bacteria, and sacred geometry trying not to spontaneously combust.

    We are Earth, and Earth is in hell. Zoom out: we're orbiting a death sphere, next to radiation storms, black holes, and violent chaos.

    This is the underworld.

    ✨ Final Blessing:

    Enjoy your 90 years (if you’re lucky). Stop begging invisible creators for closure.

    Credit yourself.

    We’ve come far. But we’re still limited AF because we use our imagination for petty rules instead of interdimensional breakthroughs.

    So no, religion is not the Word of God.

    It’s cosmic fanfiction.

    And some of y’all took it way too literally.

    Amen, now go touch some grass.