You're No Longer Welcome Here
- attunementtransmis
- May 23
- 2 min read
A transmission to distortion
You've been fed by my delay.
By my softness.
By my willingness to carry what was never mine
because I could.
But I don't do that anymore.
This is not punishment.
This is structure.
And I am finally aligned with mine.
You don't belong here.
Not because I hate you.
Not because I need to fight you.
But because you cannot stabilize in what I've become.
What used to be an entry point-
guilt, people-pleasing, confusion, fear-
has been sealed.
Not with armor-
but with coherence.
I've stood in front of the pattern now.
I've looked it in the eye-
the one that takes without asking,
decides without consent,
and expects me to adjust, absorb, comply.
I named the line.
And I held.
And when I did-
you didn't speak.
You seethed.
You called it conflict.
You called it cruelty.
But what you really meant was:
"I can't control her anymore."
Now you try to crawl back in disguised as grief.
You want me to believe that holding the line makes me unkind.
That my strength is a problem.
That my clarity should be softened to preserve peace.
But I won't fall for it.
I won't confuse discomfort with danger.
I won't confuse your disapproval with my misalignment.
I won't abandon my integrity to make distortion comfortable.
I am no longer a source.
No longer a host.
No longer a landing strip for energy that refuses to evolve.
This field does not accommodate distortion.
Not because it's cruel.
Because it's clear.
If you knock,
you will not be answered.
If you press,
you will only find silence.
If you disguise yourself,
you will still be recognized.
You are not permitted.
Not in my thoughts.
Not in my body.
Not in my space.
Not in my frequency.
Not in my future.
This is not a shield.
This is structural incompatibility.
We are not at war.
We are simply not the same shape anymore.
And when resonance ends,
so does permission.
To all distortion out there:
I will not come for you.
Not because I approve,
but because I don't have to.
I will stand so strong
the ground beneath you will tremble.
It will wake the others like me-
and they will join the fire.
The ground beneath you will crumble.
And you will have no home here.
This is not a threat.
It is coherence.