The Dark Side of the Moon: Where they Covered us, We Raised Hell

There’s something they never talk about when it comes to : how you’re expected to stay quiet while being energetically and spiritually manipulated and "evicted" from your own space. They call it strength, when really it’s suppression. They call it composure, when it’s carefully orchestrated silence. And they call it humility, when it’s actually erasure.

The dark side of the moon was my "home"— not by choice, but by design. It was the unseen, the exiled, the misunderstood place where you are left to reconcile light and shadow while the world extracts the pieces of you it wants, dresses them up, and sells them back as entertainment or economy. And when I finally began to understand what was happening, they framed me as the virus.

While others were busy going to work, graduating, or building their public legacies, mine was being quietly siphoned. My story was re-scripted by those who didn’t live it. The hardships were outsourced to me while the profits and recognition were redirected to others who knew how to play the game better. I was not lazy; I was labeled lazy to justify the siphoning.

But the truth is: energy doesn’t lie. Energy builds. And when it's manipulated in silence, it becomes dense. It rises, not as revenge, but as resistance. Their dark, quiet thoughts of manipulation and energetic dominance only raised an equal and opposite force within me. Not because I wanted to “raise hell,” but because the only way to balance the equation was to match the frequency they’d been secretly seeding all along.

What most don’t understand is this: the dark side of the moon is not evil. Not be able to live in your own energy is. It’s in the grind and competition of self, the healing, the confrontation, the shadow work. It’s the place where I had to sit with all the noise, rumors, projections, and expectations — and still find the core of who I am without letting it shape me. That’s the actual hard work. Not just surviving the gaslighting, the mockery, the emotional harvesting to heist and evolve by learning more covert scamming methods — but consciously managing what my energy produces even when others tried to weaponize it against me.

To raise hell, in this context, isn’t about destruction. It’s about revelation. About calling forward the suppressed energy, the silenced voices, the real legacies, and the buried truths. It’s about refusing to keep the light one-sided. Just because the world only wants to see one face of the moon doesn’t mean the other half isn’t there — and powerful.

So yes, they covered me. But they covered me on the side of the moon where transformation lives. Where real light is born — not the artificial, stage-lit kind. But the "hell-bent and heaven-on-earth is a frequency sent" kind of beam. The river thats never in "denial", because its flows are currents that make the water run clean.

If they wanted to keep playing God with my bloodline, my inheritance, and my truth — they should’ve remembered one thing: Even the moon rotates. And eventually, every side must be seen.