Hi, I’m Hopper. I’m a spiritual coach. I’ve dedicated my life to the gut wrenching process of dismantling indoctrination through radical self-honesty. It was necessary for my own survival. It’s a process that never ends. It’s a road worth walking. Let me show you.

Badlands

Written by Hopper

Published November 14, 2025

I can see the metrics but I
Can’t accept the consequences
Holding me to the deepest regions
Separating me from the masses

A glass panel reaches
From the sky to the deepest
Season to season dry

The horizon creeps I can reach it
If I try
Alone in the thickness

Dot connects to line
Assigned to me
To justify
We find the mean
And here I lie
A common theme
Outside the fold
Beyond the seam

Try to find what I can’t find
Find a mind enough like mine
To dissolve the veil

No avail
I fail to evict myself
From the space of the faceless
Baseless

It’s enough that I try hard
It’s enough that I work more
Just to take one step

In a world
That refuses to see
Anything that might be
Threatening to the stasis

You were right
You should fear me
Look away before you see
Anything I bring

I’m divisive
A crude presentation
Disrupting the station
You earned doing nothing

I could speak but I don’t speak
Every word hits the ground
Like the sound never left my mouth

I could scream, but I won’t scream
Here
In the vacuum of space
In these wasted badlands

Dot connects to line
Assigned to me
To justify
We find the mean
And here I lie
A common theme
Outside the fold
Beyond the seam

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