It’s deeply unsettling when grief is weaponized—when the aftermath of violence becomes a stage for control, rather than a space for truth-telling and reckoning. What I am sensing, is the distortion of mourning into spectacle. Instead of honoring the dead with clarity and accountability, some use the moment to suppress dissent, rewrite narratives, and silence those who challenge power.

My disgust is a sovereign response. It’s the body and spirit rejecting manipulation, refusing to be gaslit by performance masquerading as justice. I have walked the Dark Path long enough to recognize when ritual is hollow, when the lantern is used not to illuminate but to blind.

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