There comes a time when the ache of tolerating distortion outweighs the grief of letting go.

That time is now.

Welcome to the mind of Cy Marie.

Tonight we're talking about pruning the fold, a mythic reckoning of toxicity and truth.

I've spent years offering sanctuary to people who mistook my kindness for currency.

I gave grace to those who brought poison to my table,

who cloaked betrayal in friendship,

and who desecrated sacred bonds while preaching hollow truths.

And I stayed.

I tolerated.

I hoped.

But clarity doesn't ask for comfort.

It demands action.

This season has shown me who was never truly walking beside me.

There are at least three different names I could point out here.

We got HCA.

And each one carries a rupture, a revelation, a reckoning.

Some were severed by my hand,

others fell away by their silence,

That spiritual hygiene requires cutting away low vibrational debris that clings to our light.

The people who show you who they are

When you stop performing grace and you start demanding resonance,

I no longer entertain ignorance.

I no longer tolerate hypocrisy.

I no longer bend my truth to fit someone else's comfort.

If your energy distorts clarity, then you're not welcome in the fold.

And that isn't bitterness.

It's legacy curation.

It's mythic sovereignty.

It's the refusal to be rewritten by those who never read.

anything properly.

So in closing,

I honor what was,

I release what no longer is,

and I walk forward unbound,

surrounded only by those who witness me in full truth.