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Codex Two – Core Transmission for Membership
We have lived inside a story we did not write, and called it reality.
Illusions are not mere falsehoods; they are the binding agreements that shape our perception, loyalty and surrender. The most powerful illusions are those draped in the robes of spirituality, morality and inevitability. The ones that
comfort us even as they condemn the world.
To unbind is not to “become enlightened.” It is to become disenchanted from the spells of Empire, salvation and separation.
These spells have names:
- The myth of linear progress.
- The promise of transcendence without embodiment.
- The lie of human exceptionalism.
- The fantasy of purity—spiritual, political, or ideological.
- The illusion that we can heal the world without touching its wounds, or that our personal awakening is separate from the liberation of the collective body.
This unbinding is a spiritual act of decolonisation.
It is the deliberate dismantling of the inner empires that keep us compliant, striving and numb. We are not shedding “false beliefs”; we are dissolving entire architectures of perception that were installed to keep us from seeing the sacredness of what is being destroyed. The illusion of neutrality, the glamour of complexity, the seduction of “higher truths” that ask us to bypass the suffering right here..... these are the veils that must fall.
The cosmology of Codex Two is this:
We are born into a haunted house and told it is a palace. The hauntings are reframed as “quirks” or “necessary costs.” The unbinding begins when we stop admiring the gilded wallpaper and start feeling the chill in the hallway, hearing the whispers in the walls. We begin to see the house as it is: built on stolen ground, with rooms of silence and foundations of un-grieved erasure loss.
To unbind is to realise we can walk out of the house. And then, to realize we must, because the house is on fire, and it was never a home—it was a cage dressed as a kingdom.
The ethical stance is ruthless compassion toward the self that clings to illusion.
We do not shame the part of us that needed the blanket of fantasy to survive. We thank it, honor its service and then, with firm Love, let it go. We choose the raw, cold air of truth over the warm, suffocating blanket of illusion. This is not an act of superiority, but of humility. It is the admission that we have been fooled, and the vow not to be fooled again.
Our Anchoring practice is an act of dissolution:
Name one belief you have held—spiritual, political, or personal—that now feels untrue. Write it down. Ask:
- Who did this belief serve?
- What did it cost me or others to carry it?
Then, burn the page, or tear it into pieces. Let the physical act be a ritual of unbinding. Watch the story turn to ash or scatter. Do not rush to replace it. Stand in the emptiness between spells, and breathe.
This practice is not about swapping one belief for another, but about breaking the contract with the identity that held it and the story itself. It creates a clearing ... a sacred, empty space where reality can enter, unmediated by the old glamours.
This transmission is a solvent.
It is written to dissolve the glue that holds the false pictures in place. It is for the moment when the familiar story starts to itch, when the spiritual bypass feels like betrayal, when the promised future feels like a trap. It is the second threshold: the willingness to see the veil as a veil, and to pull it aside.
(Fatima Bacot. All rights reserved.)