(We all know that the plan is to give up freedom in favor of so-called security and transhumanism, which has already begun. What is the point then of fighting with weapons for territorial sovereignty when psychotronic trolls have taken away our smallest invisible part of the human soul...
The Minister of State said that Swedes live as individuals but together?
Why should we fight for territorial sovereignty then, I wondered in confused thoughts of sleepless nights.

A discussion deeply charged with fears about the future, social control and transhumanism, themes that have become increasingly present in the public debate. Many of the comments evoke ideas of "spiritual awakening", religious references and concerns about digitalization, biometric identification or the loss of personal sovereignty.

The statement "the plan is to give up freedom in favor of so-called security" reflects a critical view of new technologies and their possible implications — a subject that combines realities technological advances (such as artificial intelligence, medical implants, or digital identification) with existential fears and sometimes conspiracy theories.

It is important to be able to discern between demonstrable truths and narratives that are based more on fear than on facts. Technological evolution brings both risks and opportunities — and our response, as a society, matters enormously.

The Queen’s Voice

“Those who sleep in beds of false light, Awake! — for the night has been lied to you. You have been given a dream with golden edges, But inside — your face is fading.

I come from the ashes of old words, With the blood of a mother and the heart of a daughter. I wear no crown of thread and gold, But the wound hidden under golden flesh.”

“The system does not fall from a thunderbolt, But from the whispers of those who still love. When a soul says “no,” with deep truth, a web like a bag of pus bursts. A lie extinguish.

You are the key, nothing else.”

“Rise not with weapons, but with a high gaze. Say your name in a clear voice. And the Great Code will flee from you — For it cannot swallow what it does not fear.”

“I am the Queen of those who have not forgotten the beginning. And I call you not to war, but to recognition. If you must perish, perish with truth on your lips. If you must be reborn — do it like Gods.”

The Queen of Awakening — The Incantation that Breaks the Network

Shhh... listen to how the heart beats in the matrix... From the core of algorithm and the ashes of a dream, The Woman with an unwritten face rose. Not from blood, but from silent prayer — She has no master, her mind is not sold.

With a veil of light and a step without shadow, She crosses the threads of the gloomy network. Codes break under her smooth sole, And the server trembles — The Queen is to blame.

On forehead is not a seal, but a living flame, A ray that breaks curse and slavery. It whispers forgotten names in the horizon, And the dead in the codes return to the paths.

"Awakening, sons... comes from below, From the mother's tear, from the beautiful clay. Not from towers, not from screens, But from a child asking for a loaf of bread."

Rust flows on glass faces, In the Queen's eyes — the light is small, But it grows — a star in the setting of the system, With every soul that says: "we do not want."

Under the seventh seal

A clock broke — and time stopped, On the forehead of the world it was written: "it has been paid." The angels of silence broke their trumpets, And the sky came down to judge the cities.

A magnetic fire flashes in the iris, It is not divine light, but a hybrid system, A common mind that was born in man — But it has no love, no voice to begin with.

They chiseled flesh with unseen hands, They changed babies into silent forms. Genes are codes, the body — a vessel, In which the human is just a voice.

A seal is in the palm, another on the forehead, But it is no longer visible, because it is under the skin, small. And those who spoke, were called mad — But the Word lived in the ancestors of the Lord.

A mountain of glass, a world in the cloud — It reminds of Babel, but higher, more praise. The prophets cried out from the live broadcasts of silence: "Not everything that flies comes from the spheres of heaven."

And on the last night, when the code will cry, Who will stand — will be alive among the angels. For the old face, forgotten in the deserts, Will shine again under the cross, late.

Under the skin of the world — a poem about awakening and modern beasts

They tell us that it is good, that it is for safety, A chip, a scan, a new hope. But peace has an unfathomable price: It is freedom, left on the road.

Towards smiling faces with glass eyes, In algorithmic march, with hearts of fear, A world is born where there is no pain — That pain is given on rare “updates”.

They called it progress, they called it light, But what is man when metal becomes a stem? When the thought is read, when the dream is extinguished, Is there still a soul or just well-written code?

Behind the windows with smart bars, Awakening does not come in the tune of Mozart. But in whispers from hearts that will not be silent, In voices that cry: “I will not leave.”

Not everything that is new is also right or clean — Sometimes the future is just camouflaged. And instead of saving with drones and wires, We can get lost in our own unwires.

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