WORDS THAT CAST INVISIBLE SPELLS

1. Bless

→ Be-less

Originally meant to sprinkle blood in pagan rites. Now coded to reduce your wholeness under mimic intention.

2. Weekday / Weekend

→ Weak Day / Weakened

The week = the weakening. Each “day” a daze. Then a weakened spell leads you to spirits (alcohol = soul remover).

3. Mourning

→ Morning

Ritual greeting to the dead sun, not the reborn one. “Good mourning” = subconscious grief reinforcement.

4. Live

→ Evil (reversed)

L-I-V-E reversed becomes E-V-I-L—used to invert your life force when unaware.

5. Birth

→ Berth (naval term)

Treated like ships docking. Born from a canal, you’re given a berth certificate—a commodified spell of ownership.

6. Government

→ Govern + Ment

Govern = control. Ment = mind (Latin mens). Mind control, not service.

7. News

→ N.E.W.S. (North, East, West, South)

Scattered focus = no inner direction. News channels your energy outward.

8. Job

→ Job (Biblical figure of suffering)

Also slang for a criminal hit. “Get a job” = enter suffering contract.

9. Money

→ Mon-eye (Moon-eye)

Energy of lunar mimic harvest—wax and wane—no true abundance.

10. Spell / Spelling

→ Literally spell-casting

You don’t write words, you spell them—activating contracts, consciously or not.

11. Grammar

→ Grimoire

Old word for spellbook. Grammar school = ritual training in spell-casting.

12. History

→ His-story

The conqueror’s version. Not her story, not our story. A timeline trap.

13. Religion

→ Re-legion

To “bind again” (Latin religare), used to form psychic legions of belief.

“Knowing is the Power”

Coach Clement

They keep telling you…

Believe.

Like you’re a beggar at the gates of heaven, waiting for scraps.

Like you need somebody’s book,

Somebody’s building,

Somebody’s blessing…

Just to breathe.

But I tell you —

🔥 KNOWING is the weapon.

Knowing is the meal.

Knowing is the crown you already wear.

Belief is hoping the door is open.

Knowing is walking through without knocking.

They dress up in white collars and gold robes,

while their hearts are black with fear —

Standing in cathedrals like they on an auction block,

Sacrificing their spirit for somebody’s approval.

We?

We don’t kneel for approval.

We rise for truth.

We move like lightning — silent and certain.

We are children of Gaia, of Tiamat,

Carved from the laughter of Sophia,

Raised on the wild heartbeat of Chaos itself.

We discuss our Code and Rules of engagement!

Coach Clement