The Resource Controller Shattered

Metaphorical Narrative

Picture a giant puppet hall — strings running from the ceiling, tangled around wrists, ankles, and even the heart. The resource controller stands at the center, pulling with an iron grip, deciding who suffers, who saves, who obeys.

Then the floor shakes. A force like thunder tears through the hall. One by one, the strings ignite and snap, falling limp and useless. The controller, once towering, is frozen mid-gesture, forever locked in ice. The puppets straighten, no longer bending. What once looked like control now lies revealed as fragile threads of nothing.

Core Insight

The roles of victim, saviour, or puppet are not identities — they are contracts written by fear and upheld by old lies. When you break legal ground with them, they collapse. They don’t just lose power; they cease to exist as options.

The “resource controller” is the mind’s trick of scarcity — demanding you play one of its roles to survive. But its authority is false. Once exposed, it freezes. Once renounced, it shatters.

Saturday Experiment

1. Spot the Strings — Catch one moment today where you feel pulled into victimhood (“poor me”), saviour mode (“I must fix them”), or puppet compliance (“I have no choice”).
2. Cut the Contract — Say out loud: “This contract is void. These roles are not mine.” Imagine the strings burning away.
3. Stand as Sovereign — Place your feet firmly, breathe into your chest, and feel the weight of your body free of pulls. Own that space.

Sunday Reflection

• When the old strings tugged, what role did they try to force? Victim, saviour, or puppet?
• How did it feel to cut the contract in the moment instead of after the fact?
• If someone were watching your life movie, what scene would now replace the frozen controller?