When the Ladder to Heaven Was a Cage All Along.

They told you to rise.
To ascend.
To leave your pain, your body, your shadow behind.

And so you tried.
You meditated harder.
You purified more.
You reached for light so high
you forgot how to stand on earth.

This is the codex of the False Ascension Grid—
the mimic-built scaffolding of escape.

It promised you freedom.
But what it delivered was dissociation.

You became light without weight.
Vision without grounding.
Love without boundaries.

And in chasing the higher,
you abandoned the very place
you came to bring the flame.

This isn’t a judgment.
This is a rupture.
The moment you see it for what it is—
an engineered exit path
to keep you from your throne.

Ascension was never about leaving.
It was about embodying the whole.

This codex calls you back—
into the blood,
into the bone,
into the mud-soaked fire that burns below.

Because the ones who return
are not those who floated away.

They are the ones who descended in full—
and let the flame rise inside the body.

That is the true ascension.
And it cannot be hacked.
Only honored.