The Human Condition

What if God were one of us? Then I’d sit that bitch down and ask, “Why did you put men in charge?!”
“Girl. We get it—life is a chess game called evolution and guess-u-cation where we get ideas and then test them through science, which by the way doesn’t think you’re real.”
That’s me talking to God.
I’d add to the conversation that if He wanted to ruin science, then Trump totally makes sense. We get it—he’s the patriarchy’s mascot: old, fake as fuck, stupid, and a male in a position of power that’s been long overdue for a woman to uphold.
But here we all are—humanity—in the vice grip of the thousand-year-old boys’ club.
My totally unfounded theory is that the queers are nature’s way of rebelling against this stupid patriarchy that’s bad for men too, by the way.
The only people not over war, violence, power struggles, poor communication skills, lack of empathy, dick-measuring contests, and being obsessed with bodies are white men—and men of color who want to be white men.
I have a point of view (if you didn’t pick up on that).
And what exactly is that point of view?
Well, I’m a witch.
There’s a few hundred years of history that goes into that.
But for the sake of your ADHD and GAD, it means society doesn’t work for the feminine—it rapes her.
R – Rejects the feminine as a whole being and restricts her to being an object.
A – Appropriates the grit of birth and distorts it into hustle culture as a means of creation.
P – Patronizes the necessity of women in a transactional manner.
E – Exploits the strengths of women’s emotional intelligence through emotional labor.
Rape is not just a physical act of overpowering a body to enact the violent extraction of pleasure or vengeance.
It is the core of Western society—to murder nature, claim land, and label humans as illegal immigrants.
Man has mastered destruction in the form of spreadsheets, new tech, financial bros, and massive development projects, all rewarded with big fat paychecks consistent with objectifying the slave labor it takes to fund yachts and jets.
The phrase “The future is female” is a whimper of a wish.
But there was a time when women were revered by Kings and Queens—the so-called divinely chosen lineage.
That time was the time of the witches—the women that rulers sought counsel from.
The lineage of the wise woman, stolen by rapacious men.
We are still fuck’n stuck in that system.
Unfortunately, our new adversary is social media and “Desert Sarahs” who just found out about Burning Man and crystals, then post inspo phrases and bone broth recipes on their platform.
So now, not only is the antiquated patriarchy making all of us sick, the sickness has turned once sacred rituals into digital rummage sales.
You probably feel this in your bones—or joints—because being a cog in the capitalist wheel results in low back issues, shoulder issues, and it just basically hurts to function in order to “earn money.”
However, after you cross a financial threshold and can pay for a team of people to make you feel better, one of two things happens: drug addiction (to better drugs than crack), or relationships fall apart due to focus being on attaining more money and material wealth.
Now—and here is the part of the article I hope you made it to (unless you just opened 10 more tabs, hit your vape, jerked off just a little, and then got totally distracted by some shiny object that gave you a hit of dopamine)--
Here it is:
Being an employee for the mental health machine sucks.
New therapists care about their clients because they think that’s the job title.
It’s not.
The job title is to satisfy whatever insurance company is paying the bill according to whatever arbitrary metrics they instate for the fiscal year.
We are data-entry drones like everyone else in any computer-based business.
It is soul-sucking.
I know. Those jobs funded my life for most of my adult life.
But the truth is, I’ve been a witch in a system that turns healers into hustlers and witches into workers.
That system is killing all of us, and it’s getting worse as we break ourselves holding onto individualism and diagnoses attached to billing codes.
In short, I absolutely charge for my services as a clairvoyant because I have no other alternative in this man-tastrophe.
Also, this is not a dick-bashing prose.
Men hurt men—men are bad for men (the gay community would know).
And it’s the toxic masculine I’m referring to—you know, the thing dominating Earth through force and corruption.
Before capitalism, colonization, and patriarchy rewrote the rules, witches were not fringe.
They were central.
The king didn’t make a move without counsel from the seer.
The community turned to the priestess to interpret dreams, ease grief, bless the harvest.
She wasn’t asked to “market” her gifts.
Her presence was the message.
That power never disappeared—it just went underground.
We were taught to trade our birthright for credentials.
To sanitize the sacred.
To get a license and a LinkedIn.
So guess what? It’s time for the lineage of witches to fuck’n move into a movement.
Do you know how that happens?
One client at a time being brave enough to move past the confines of the for-profit medical system and into their own rhythm.
How? Clairvoyant consulting. Truth is soul medicine and I'm here to dispense it. 

You might not be convinced. Okay.
Then drink your coffee in the morning, your energy drink in the afternoon, your beer or wine at night, gossip, bitch, go to church, outgrow your clothes, let your body hurt all the time, mask your feelings, and post the good stuff online for a hit of false praise in a world of counterfeit love.
I’m available for the revolution of personal transformation.
…and let me just say:
None of us are getting out of this alive,
so I am living my life as a devotion to being who I am--
the witch,
Rebekah Freedom.
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