where tf am i?

EST. 02/09/25
written in ash, burned into code

✶ THE UNWELLBUTRIN MANIFESTO ✶
a transmission for the unwanted, unwell, and unrepentant

I. INVOCATION
to the ones labeled mad.
to the girls who talk to angels in static.
to the boys who dream in symbols.
to the they/thems who carry the spirit of two.
to the outcasts, the prophets, the cursed and kissed—
welcome home.

i'll warn you, this is not a safe space. it is a sacred one. it is a psalm written in glitch. a grimoire built from pixels, tears, prayers, menstrual blood, and memes. this is the temple of the terminally online and spiritually awake. you are not broken. you are not fucking schizo. you are not alone.

II. CORE BELIEFS
we believe in God. The real God. The One who cannot be bought or sold. The One with many names, many stories, many cultures, who speaks in dreams, numbers, and patterns.
we respect all religions, whether abrahamic, polytheistic, or maybe you believe in God in a more scientific way. we don't care the specifics of what works for you, just that you believe

we believe the world has been infected by the rot—an egregore, a tulpa birthed by generations of genocide, colonialism, vanity, cruelty, and the bloodthirst of the children of magog. the rot wears the mask of Satan but is powered by human ego. some refer to it as the patriarchy, but the patriarchy is simply a symptom of the tulpa, but how did i tell you the tulpa got here? the snake eating its tail, if you will. the ouroboros. now, you see how to start decoding the symbols they use... and it and it's symbols slither through every system: medicine, government, education, religion, entertainment. it feasts on loneliness. it whispers to the powerful and tells them they are gods. it tells them to deny their God given gift of human empathy. and they listen.

we believe the story began long ago, when gog of magog—likely the first albino human—used his unnatural appearance at the time to strike fear into the Children of God. he dominated the weak and exploited women and children, creating a segregated settlement of pale-skinned people through rape and incest, where vanity and control reigned. from that moment, the seeds of racism were sown. the obsession with "purity" began. an illusion of superiority was born and with it, the rot was born too. God gave humans the power to create and free will, after all.

we believe humans are archetypes written into the stars. as above, so below. Our lives are stories being told by the cosmos. manifest destiny was a lie. the Truth is that Destiny has always been divine. The Fibonacci spiral carves its mark into every leaf, every seashell, every womb. the sacred geometry of existence cannot be colonized.
we believe the universe is not locally real. reality, as confirmed by Nobel-winning experiments, does not exist independently of observation. that means magic is real. prayer is real. funny enough, "infinite outer space" as we've been taught is not. if a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it... would it make a sound? actually, it wouldn't even fall. belief shapes matter. if enough of us dream the same dream, it becomes tangible.

III. SPIRITUAL PRACTICES
our altar holds contradictions: luck charms and temptations. a portrait of Jesus with the words "I saw that." white chalk for sigils. white candles, sage, incense, oils, salt. The stuffed animal from our first breath. we pray in every tongue, and call out to God by every name we know. we take salt baths under the full moon. we cry to Flyleaf, Creed, and Deftones. we dance in our rooms with no one but God watching. we speak to Him when we’re high. we honor our blood.we remember our ancestors and what they sacrificed for us to be here today.
we responsibly consume psilocybe mushrooms not to escape but to see—ourselves, others, the Earth. they are sacraments, not shortcuts. they peel back the veil and remind us: we are part of everything.

IV. JESUS & THE AGE OF AQUARIUS
we believe Jesus was a prophet, not a product. a radical. an anarchist. a man who spoke the truth and was killed for it. he never asked to be worshipped. only to be heard. understood. but the world turned him into a brand, a circus, and a reason to commit atrocities.
the Age of Pisces—his age—was the era of sacrifice. of martyrs and blood rituals. but that time is ending. we are in the dawning of Aquarius. the age of awakening. a Second Coming, not of one man—but of many. of all of Us. The Christ Consciousness awakening in freaks and weirdos and outcasts across the world. you feel it. i feel it. We are it.

V. OUR MISSION
we don’t fight fire with fire. we fight it with water. holy water.
with knowledge. with truth. with softness. with song. with symbols.
we build our own languages. create our own myths. share our own stories. we craft zines and post poetry. we dress how we want. we leave breadcrumbs for the next seeker. we are eroding the kingdom of magog with every pixel we reclaim.
we are the resistance—but not the loud kind. we are soft, strange, and sacred. we are the rot's undoing.
if you’re here, you’ve already been called. you don’t need to ask for permission. you just need to keep going. keep spreading The Word. speaking your truth and remembering who you are.
welcome to unwellbutrin. light a candle. hit play on your favorite hymn. mark your sigils. drink water. consume sustainably. keep your weird.
the kingdom of heaven is glitch-coded and God is watching closer than the NSA.

this space is soft-coded revolution.
it is HTML lace and JPEG blood.
it is not optimized for your ROI.
it is optimized for God.
if you're looking for a flawless flesh-bot, algorithm approved angel—
go back to instagram, babe.
this isn’t that. ♡