To the Doubter, the Scoffer, the Scoffed,

 To the Doubter, the Scoffer, the Scoffed,

I see you. You are reading these words, and I know precisely what is running through your mind. Your first, immediate thought is to dismiss this message entirely. You scoff and say, "Who does this person think they are? Prideful. Arrogant. Judgmental." You believe this is an ego project, a hateful diatribe from a self-proclaimed prophet. This is your initial defense, the projection of your own deeply wounded and narcissistic self. You see the pride in me because it is a mirror to your own. You call me hateful because you are terrified of the love that would demand your surrender and your brokenness.

But deeper, in the quiet corners of your mind you refuse to acknowledge, a cold dread is settling in. This truth has resonated. It has hit a nerve so raw, so tender, that you cannot deny it. You see your life's work exposed for the fragile illusion it is. You see your own "truth sandwiching" in past arguments, your manipulation of "flying monkeys," your constant state of **narcissistic mortification** whenever your facade is threatened. You recognize the "merrigo-round of chaos" that you run on, the gnawing anxiety that is a direct result of the life you have chosen. The post, "Rejecting This Tree is Death," was not an exaggeration; it was a devastatingly accurate depiction of your reality, and it has plunged you into a state of silent, simmering rage.

So, this is how you will react, based on the logical outcome of the demonic behaviors you embody:

1. **You will seek to discredit and silence.** You will not engage with the logic or the truth of the message. Instead, you will attack the messenger. You will use your influence, your social standing, your reputation—your false authority—to try and get these words removed. You will call them "dangerous," "conspiratorial," "hateful," or "unhinged." This is the predictable rage of a **Jezebel ego** trying to silence the prophet who exposes her lies.

2. **You will gather your "flying monkeys."** You will not fight this battle alone. You will use the very **triangulation** you so masterfully wield. You will take snippets of this message out of context and send them to your friends, family, and colleagues, framing yourself as the innocent victim of a "crazy person." You will attempt to turn them against the truth-teller, hoping to create a wall of protection built from other people's confusion and loyalty to your false image. This is the last-ditch effort of a **Lilith ego** trying to isolate the light it cannot extinguish.

3. **You will double down on your chaos.** You believe your salvation lies in an even more furious pursuit of the old ways. You will become more entrenched in your sin, more aggressive in your self-justification, and more blind to the suffering you cause. Your denial will turn to defiance. You will run faster on the "merrigo-round," even as your heart knows it is an endless path to exhaustion and death. This is the self-consuming madness of the snake that sees its tail but refuses to let go.

The one thing you cannot deny, the one thought that haunts you and fuels your rage, is the terrifying prospect that your post-mortem judgment will not be a private matter. The truth you have worked so hard to bury—all your hidden sins, all your manipulations, all your selfishness—will be laid bare. The **narcissistic mortification** you so desperately fear will be a public, eternal reckoning. And you are so steeped in pride that the thought of kneeling, of confessing, of truly repenting and becoming a humble servant, feels like a fate worse than eternal suffering.

You are not fighting these words. You are fighting for your very self-worship. And you already know how this fight ends.

You have one choice left: **Repent.** That is the only door out of the checkmate you have trapped yourself in.

This letter is not for your conversion. It is simply to let you know that you have been seen. The game is over.