the flags came down — the occupation moved indoors
The church
renamed your ancestors’ healers as witches. The empire graded your language as dialect. The
feed now rents your attention back to you by the minute. And every seller of secrets runs the same
little occupation on the same territory: keep the method, sell you the verdict about your own
interior. We publish the eviction papers instead — the sources named by chapter, the
arithmetic printed on the page, and the part nobody can verify marked as exactly that.
Read
everything in full before you pay. Complete documents, not teasers.
The whole method is printed — learn it and you never need us again
Nobody grades your interior; half of every document is yours to write
Public-domain sources only, so nothing here is anyone's secret to sell
The occupation, itemized
Three moves took the territory. The same three still run.
I
Rename
The babaylan of the pre-colonial Visayas — healers, mediators, mostly women —
were re-filed as witches by the mission project. The office wasn't destroyed; it was renamed,
and the grandchildren did the destroying for free. Documented in the colonizers' own
chronicles, scanned and public. Read the sources.
II
Grade
The first book ever printed in the Philippines — the Doctrina Christiana,
1593 — already carried the islands' own baybayin script, used to bring doctrine in, not
knowledge out. When school-language becomes “a language” and home-language becomes
“a dialect”, a grading has occurred and nobody passed a law.
III
Rent
The modern landlord doesn't rename or grade. It meters. The feed rents your attention back
to you by the minute, and the subscription oracle rents you a verdict about your own soul.
Same move since 1582: keep the method, sell the conclusion.
The test
for any authority over your inner life: Can I see the method? Can I check it against a source
that is not you? Is the unverifiable part marked? Fail all three, and it is not a guide.
It is an occupation.
The instruments
Four documents. Nothing withheld.
An analyst
will read your chart for you and charge between $150 and $650, and you come away holding their
conclusion and none of the method. We print the whole procedure instead. What you pay for is the
setting, the checking and the hours — never a secret. There are no secrets here. That is
rather the point.
The Course
$49
The Antidote. The eviction, as a course: the manufactured split, the machinery
that sells it — sophists, Machiavelli, Bernays, the feed — and the practice that
undoes it, assembled from sources printed with their free addresses. Ends by dissecting its
own sales page.
A Human Design reading computed from real ephemeris data, not a lookup table. Every planetary
position is printed so you can re-run it, and the part nobody can verify is printed as
unverifiable. One wrong number and you are refunded.
The Working Grimoire. A printable planetary hours instrument with the arithmetic
printed on the page: the ruler of every hour of the week on one sheet, the length of an hour
at any date, the Key of Solomon quoted rather than tidied, and blank sheets to work on.
Nothing Was Ever Hidden. Thirty-nine pages on what spirituality actually costs:
nothing. Where every source is, how to check any seller before you pay, and who profited from
you not knowing.
Decolonizing the mind is not a mood. It is a method.
It is not swapping one set of masters for a more flattering
set, and it is not a costume. It is the eviction of every authority over your interior that will
not show its arithmetic — applied to European grimoires and Philippine chronicles alike,
because the test does not care where the text was printed. Every source we work from has been
public for a hundred years or more. We print the whole procedure and not a summary of it. Learn
it and you will not need us again. A guide that leaves you dependent is not a guide. It is a
leash.
Every claim is set in three
registers so you can weigh it without taking our word: what the source prescribes, cited by
chapter. What we computed, checkable against any almanac. And what no one can settle, said
plainly. We do not ask for your trust. We give you enough to check us.
Francis Barrett, The Magus, London 1801 · Wellcome Collection scan, Creative Commons Public Domain Mark
These are the real phrases,
lifted off the listings that sell what we sell. We are not mocking them. We are pointing at the
words, because the words give the whole thing away.
What they say
What that means
What we say
“Unlock the secrets of your soul’s journey”
There is a lock, and they are holding the key
Nothing is locked. The books are public and the arithmetic is free
“Reveal your true self”
They know you better than you do
We have never met you. You answer; nobody marks it
“Your soul’s purpose and life mission”
A claim no instrument can check
We can tell you where Saturn stood. Purpose is not ours to issue
“50+ personalised sections, 90+ pages”
Volume standing in for verifiability
Sixteen pages, and six of them are blank because they are yours
“Your karmic direction and lessons”
Unfalsifiable, so never wrong, so never worth anything
Every line is checkable, which means every line can be wrong
Nothing about what it cannot do
The gap is where their margin lives
The gap is printed on the page, in its own column
One word does the most work in
that column, and it is secrets. A secret is something someone keeps from you. Four hundred
years of this material sits in public libraries, scanned and free, and they are selling you the
keeping of it. That is the colony, in miniature, still collecting rent.
The babaylan renamed as witches, a language demoted to dialect, a psychology
imported wholesale — and the checkable method for taking your interior back. The
direction of this house, with its sources.