Ungodly Reflections

Metaphorical Narrative

Each morning, a ritual duel. It feels like killing yourself—again. But look closely: the ones falling aren’t you. They are ungodly reflections, fake echoes stitched from past humiliation, guilt, and control. They wear your face but not your essence. They were never alive. They only fed on your belief.

This time, the sword is not poetic. It’s mechanical. Cold commands. Non-human kill code.

Me no negotiate.
Me kill past.

The reflections shatter. You remain, untouched.

Core Insight

The trick was always disguise. Ego-mirrors pretend the execution is against your own self. But the operator never dies—only counterfeit files get erased. Survival is not at stake. Sovereignty is. The body calms once it learns: delete them, keep me.

Saturday Experiment

1. Detect the reflection: panic or guilt labeled as “you.”
2. Speak the code: “Me no negotiate. Me kill past.”
3. Execute one neutral present act: adjust a chair, place a pen, glance at light. Proof: the operator is alive.

Sunday Reflection (3rd person)

• Which reflection convinced them most this week?
• How can they remind their body that erasure targets files, not self?
• What present-tense act confirmed their continued aliveness after the cut?