Theology: Self-Love is the best love.

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                                                                                   Self-Love: 

   The Sacred Spark Beneath All the Smoke. Strip the robes, burn the incense, forget the stained glass and gold-plated mantras—what’s left? You. And the way you treat yourself when no one’s looking. That’s the baseline. That’s theology in its rawest form. Beneath the sermons, scrolls, and smoke, the one whisper that echoes across all belief systems is this: Love yourself first—or nothing else works.

   In Christianity, the phrase is often glossed over: “Love your neighbor as yourself.” As yourself. Not more, not less. The assumption is clear: you can’t offer clean water to the thirsty if your own well is poisoned. Jesus flipped tables, but he never flipped on that truth.

   Buddhism doesn’t care much for gods, but it reveres compassion. And where does that begin? Right at the center of your own breath. The Metta practice begins with a blessing for the self: May I be well. May I be safe. May I be happy. If that feels unnatural, it’s because we’ve been taught that self-love is arrogance. But the Buddha knew—it’s the soil, not the flower.

   Islam teaches balance. The Prophet said, “Your body has rights over you.” That’s sacred self-respect. Not ego. A contract between you and the divine spark you carry. And in Sufi tradition, the mystics look inward—not out—to find God. “He who knows himself, knows his Lord.” That’s not a metaphor. That’s a map.

    Hinduism? The Atman—the soul—is divine. You are not a mistake waiting for mercy. You are a piece of the eternal. In the Bhagavad Gita, Krishna doesn’t tell Arjuna to run from himself; he tells him to rise as his truest self. Fight from that place. That’s love. Fierce, steady, grounded.

   And the earth religions, the indigenous ways—they never forgot. You don’t pray for rain without dancing barefoot in your own skin first. You don’t offer tobacco while hating your own breath. Every ceremony begins by honoring self—as part of the land, not separate from it.

   So, whether you light candles, chant in Sanskrit, kneel on rugs, or walk in silence—if it doesn’t start with love for the being in your own bones, it’s missing the mark.

   Dogma changes. Names of gods change. But the lowest common denominator—the sacred math no theologian can escape—is self-love. Not vanity. Not ego. Just the clear-eyed, soul-deep knowing that you are worthy. Without that, there is no prayer, no path, no peace.

                                    IT starts with your own Vessel Of BADASSNESS!!!!!

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   To remind you that gods weren’t made to be worshipped—they were made to be mirrored.

   I’m not here to convert. I’m here to disrupt. To provoke the kind of thought that religion hoped you’d never have. The point isn’t to mock belief, but to strip it bare—so what’s real can finally breathe.

   We are told we’re made in “their image,” but punished for acting like it. Told to kneel while claiming we’re divine. That’s the contradiction I’m lighting on fire. If I’m a reflection of the gods, then I refuse to live like a shadow.

   I call myself a demigod not out of arrogance—but because I remember. My hands build. My words shake. My existence alone is the rebellion.

This isn’t about ego—it’s about sacred reclamation.

This is about unlearning submission and rediscovering the holy within the self.

                                                                          So what’s my point?

                                                                                   To awaken.

                                                                                     To rattle.

                                              To set fire to the cages we were taught to decorate.

                                  If that scares you… maybe you’ve mistaken obedience for truth.

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