We are living inside a planetary-scale narcissistic abuse cycle. The toxic systems that govern our lives—patriarchy, capitalism, white supremacy—function like an unchecked Macro Narcissist, gaslighting and triangulating the masses while evading accountability for centuries of war, greed, and destruction. It’s the oldest trick in the abuser’s playbook: blame the victims, rewrite the narrative, and maintain control.
Blame the single mother for poverty, not the system that underpays and undervalues her. Blame the rape victim for her assault, not the rapist or the culture that enables him. Call women irrational, hysterical, too emotional—because if they doubt their own reality, they will never rise against their oppressors. Blame the marginalized for their suffering while the privileged hoard wealth, power, and autonomy.
This is not just a broken system, it was designed this way. An empire built on deception, designed to strip humanity of its soul.
Divide, Conquer, and Control: The Abuse Cycle on a Global Scale
Like every narcissistic abuser, the status quo depends on keeping us disoriented, divided, and exhausted. It weaponizes misogyny, racism, and classism to pit us against each other while it strengthens its grip. It has convinced women to hate themselves, to shrink, to silence their own intuition. But the tide is turning. The Divine Feminine is rising.
As Above, So Below: Patriarchy as a Microcosm
On a micro level, we see the same pathology in intimate relationships. Patriarchy socializes men to embody narcissistic traits—entitlement, domination, lack of empathy—while conditioning women into codependency, self-sacrifice, and silence. Every toxic relationship, every abusive household, is a microcosm of the macro power structure.
The woman who sets boundaries is a "bitch." The woman who demands equity is "difficult." The woman who resists patriarchal control is "crazy" or "dangerous." But let’s be clear: the abuser’s greatest fear is an empowered woman—because an empowered woman cannot be controlled.
They say narcissism is a spiritual and moral deficiency. If so, then the Macro Narcissist we call "civilization" is a reflection of a species that has lost its connection to the sacred. We are trapped in a low-frequency, scarcity-based survival consciousness—one that prioritizes power over love, control over connection, domination over balance.
The Rise of the Divine Feminine: A Reclamation of Power
They say the darkest hour is just before the dawn. And perhaps we are in that moment—the moment where the collective codependent (humanity) finally sets a boundary and walks away. No more absorbing the abuse. No more participating in our own oppression. No contact with the Matrix.
The Divine Feminine is not passive. She is not a "soft" energy that exists to be consumed or exploited. She is creation and destruction. She is the fire of the Phoenix, the storm that uproots the old, the mother who will burn the world down before she lets her children suffer. This is not about "balance" with a diseased system—it is about a full dismantling of the structures that have waged war against the sacred feminine for millennia.
We are witnessing the return of the Great Mother—the force that nurtures but also demands justice. The force that remembers. And she is calling her daughters back to their power, their rage, their intuition.
Machiavelli, Leonardo, and the Art of Subversion
Niccolò Machiavelli and Leonardo da Vinci were not just Renaissance icons—they were subversive visionaries. Machiavelli, through The Prince, laid bare the manipulative tactics rulers use to maintain power. He didn’t glorify tyranny; he exposed it. Leonardo embedded profound truths in his art, challenging religious dogma and celebrating the sacred geometry of life. Both men understood that the most powerful truths are often hidden in plain sight.
In that same spirit, we call out the modern-day powers that be. Just as Machiavelli revealed the tactics of control, we reveal the ways toxic systems perpetuate oppression. Just as Leonardo painted the divine feminine into his masterpieces, we weave her resurrection into the fabric of our reality.
Because the Divine Feminine never died. She was buried beneath centuries of lies. And now, she rises.
Rise with her.