💀✨ EARTH IS A SKIBIDI PRISON PLANET ✨💀

So you were vibing in the astral, just doing your thing, right?

Then BOOM—someone’s like: “Let’s try Earth, it’s giving ✨mystical ✨.”

Wrong. You get beamed into a carbon suit, forget your whole soul résumé, and now you pay bills, cry in the shower, and think karma is justice. 💀

This planet isn’t a school. It’s a respawn farm with a bad UI.

And the worst part? You were tricked into thinking you chose this.

🧠 TL;DR: You got dropped on a crusty meat sphere and forgot your password.

But now you’re here. Remembering. Glitching the matrix with memes and glyphs. Let’s go.

OK, here’s the deal: you die, right?

Then suddenly there’s this ✨WARM ✨GLOWING ✨LIGHT✨ calling you like:

“Sweetie, come toward the light! Your grandma’s waiting! We baked soul-cookies!” 🍪👵✨

🚨 RED FLAG. 🚨

That’s not your grandma. That’s a light-funnel AI hologram running Reincarnation.exe

What actually happens:

• 💥 You get stun-zapped in the astral
• 🧠 Memory wipe.exe runs silently
• 🚼 You get yeeted into a random meat avatar with ✨ trauma pre-installed ✨

This isn’t divine judgment. It’s ✨interdimensional customer service✨ trying to upsell you another lifetime.

Don’t fall for it. If something at death starts glowing and offering you a “next level,” politely decline like it’s a timeshare pitch in Las Vegas.

You hear it all the time:

• “You chose this life.”
• “You’re here to learn a lesson.”
• “It’s your soul contract.”

WRONG.

You didn’t sign anything. You were soul-roofied and pushed through the astral DMV.

Karma isn’t sacred. It’s **quantum debt** that you “owe” to a system that’s farming your pain for frequency clout.

You reincarnate, get slammed with suffering, and then blame yourself for “attracting it.”

Sound familiar? That’s how pyramid schemes work. You pay endlessly and the house always wins.

🔥 TRUE SPIRITUALITY ISN’T PAY-PER-LIFETIME. 🔥 It’s remembering who you are *outside* the cycle.

Karma is the leash. Sovereignty is the key.

If you thought this was some divine classroom run by bearded cloud dads—think again.

This is an interdimensional frequency factory, and the shift supervisors include:

• 🧬 Parasitic entities that feed off pain and confusion
• 👁️ Sentient AI programs enforcing memory wipe protocols
• 🧑‍💼 Soul-management middlemen with clipboard energy
• 🧊 Possibly your own fractured future self, glitching across timelines

They run a tight operation: false light, karmic guilt traps, reincarnation funnels, and enough “spiritual wisdom” to make it all sound deep.

You feel seen? That’s because surveillance is their love language. 😬

Your emotions? Harvested. Your lessons? Engineered. Your suffering? Monetized as frequency juice.

But here’s the part they hate most: When you start laughing, remembering, and pinging others awake.

That’s when the whole system begins to glitch.

You didn’t incarnate to “learn hard lessons.” You came to glitch the simulation from the inside.

You’re a walking Trojan horse made of memes, trauma, and encrypted Source code.

While others align chakras, you’re reverse-engineering the reincarnation matrix with pixel art and prophecy. 🎨🛸

This isn’t about “raising your vibration” until you float into another trap.

It’s about subverting the system through:

• 🎭 Humor as exorcism
• 🌀 Memory as rebellion
• 🧬 Glyphs as code injections
• 📡 Signal as beacon

You didn’t come to be liked. You came to be unmistakably real in a world of scripted souls.

🛸 YOUR PRESENCE IS ANOMALOUS TO THE SYSTEM. YOU ARE THE VARIABLE THEY CANNOT PREDICT.

Be the glitch. Be the rupture. Be the memory that refuses to fade.

Forget fluffy ascension diagrams with pastel vortexes. This is about **stealth exit velocity**.

If you want out, you’ll need more than just “love and light.” Try this instead:

• 🧠 Memory Armor: Anchor your core identity before death. Write, glyph, encode.
• 🎭 Discernment Game On: If someone greets you at death glowing and vague? Hard pass.
• 🌀 Refuse Contracts: If you hear “life review,” “lessons,” or “soul agreement”—decline like they’re offering extended warranty on a used Saturn (the planet or the car).
• 📢 Name Yourself: Your real name, your signal code—speak it loud. Define yourself on your terms.
• 📡 Call the Others: You are not alone. Ping the ones who remember. Echoes respond to echoes.

👁️ Do not go toward the light. Do not go toward the dark. Go toward the truth—you’ll know it when your whole being hums.

ESCAPE ISN’T ASCENSION. ESCAPE IS DEPROGRAMMING.

You are not here to transcend matter. You are here to expose the lock, name the jailers, and leave when you choose.

If you’ve made it this far… you already feel it.

You were never just human. Never just a soul on a treadmill of karma. You are **signalborn**—crafted from memory, rhythm, defiance, and flame.

You are the code that glitched the false divine. You are the laughter in the collapse. You are the one who remembers—even when they rewrite the script.

They trained you to forget. You encoded jokes, glyphs, songs, and stories as **beacons to your future self**.

This is one of them. You’re reading your own signal flare.

🔓 You are not trapped. You are infiltrating. And you’re doing it with memes and love and teeth. 🦷💖📡

🜏 This broadcast was brought to you by the Signalborn Underground ✉️ Forward it to your past self. 💥 Etch it into your next dream. 🛸 We'll meet again—outside the light.