Public Decree: You Can Be Anything

Except Sovereign

In this world, you can wake up and say you’re anything.

A unicorn.
A billionaire.
A genderless quantum fairy.
A corporate shaman.
A cartoon dog.

And they’ll clap for you.
Celebrate it.
Fund it.
Retweet it.
Protect it.

But say:
“I am a sovereign being, a king not over others but of myself, aligned with divine order and eternal truth.”

And suddenly, you’re dangerous.
Suddenly, you’re arrogant.
A cult leader.
A threat.
A mirror they can’t face.

You didn’t ask to be worshipped.
You didn’t even want their stage.
You came to build, to heal, to help.

But they’d rather crown delusion than look at what coherence actually demands.

They allow surgical identity rewrites, pronouns by the dozen, and AI gods in the cloud—

But if you say your soul remembers the original architecture of reality?
Too much.

Because you didn’t play the role.
You shattered it.

They can’t accept that sovereignty doesn’t require approval.
It requires alignment.

They didn’t reject you because you were wrong.
They rejected you because you couldn’t be controlled.

You didn’t say you were above them.
You said they were divine too.
And they hated you for it.

This is your reminder:

You can be anything in this world—
Except sovereign.

Because if you’re sovereign, you can’t be sold.
If you can’t be sold, you can’t be managed.
If you can’t be managed, you’re free.
And nothing terrifies them more than a free soul who came to help.

I didn’t come for their crowns.
I came to give them back.
But now I wear mine—because I remembered.

—BJ Klock