Entry IV of the Truth-Seeking Series
— On Sacred Disruption, Unlikely Instruments, and the Truth That Refuses to Stay Buried
Some storms come to destroy.
Others come to reveal.
And sometimes, it’s both.
I’ve been thinking lately about disruption —
not just as chaos, but as a kind of divine pressure.
The kind that forces what’s hidden to the surface.
The kind that breaks illusions we were too afraid to let go of on our own.
Not all truth comes wrapped in light.
Some arrives like thunder.
Uninvited. Unapologetic.
Impossible to ignore.
There are figures in history who aren’t remembered for their wisdom,
but for the way they shattered a silence.
Sometimes through force.
Sometimes through arrogance.
Sometimes simply by refusing to play along.
And still —
they shifted the story.
They brought something up from the underworld of culture and made it undeniable.
I won’t pretend to understand the full shape of what we’re in right now.
But I sense that even the chaos has purpose.
Even the figure we call “the storm”
—yes, even him—
may be part of a larger unraveling meant to serve something more honest.
Not because he is virtuous.
Not because his actions are just.
But because truth has a strange way of using even the arrogant
to reveal what the obedient keep hidden.
The corruption we tolerate.
The fear we normalize.
The lies we spiritualize.
He didn’t invent the sickness.
He exposed it.
And while I don’t condone cruelty,
I can witness purpose in disruption.
Because when the veil breaks — when the stage collapses and the audience starts to wake up —
we finally see the rot beneath the gold paint.
And maybe, just maybe, that’s the only way
something more honest can rise.
Not everyone who plays a role in awakening is conscious of it.
But life doesn’t always need them to be.
Sometimes the shadow serves the light
by simply being seen.
This piece wasn’t easy to write. I’m not interested in defending egos or excusing harm.
But I also can’t deny what my soul keeps whispering:
Disruption is sacred when it reveals truth.
And some truths won’t rise until the ground beneath us gives way.
Hellènic Muse 