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Break the Spell like a Motherf*cker!

Destiny ☥ ✧

8 min read

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Words are our most inexhaustible source of magic. — J.K. Rowling (via Dumbledore, in Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows)

Words are alchemy, turning thought into gold or rust, with nothing but air as their crucible.

Words are code, and you’re the coder.

Like you‘re pretty much aware, the elegance of a computational dashboard’s backend code is reflected in the beauty of its frontend interface and vice versa.

Early in my journey, I encountered the concepts of clairvoyance and telepathy, which sparked a deeper curiosity.

This exploration led me to a profound realisation: words are far more powerful than we acknowledge.

They are so abundant that we’ve become complacent with their weight, forgetting that they carry life within themselves.

A single word possesses the power to influence a person’s entire day.

Still, we often speak without grasping how much our words stick. They linger in people’s minds — sometimes lifting them, other times weighing them down.

Every line of input, whether executed as a command or processed in memory, rewrites the logic of your neural stack, recompiling your thoughts, behaviours, and ultimately, your output to the world.

Like any algorithmic system, what you feed it is what thrives.

Given enough data — and even curated data options — a computer begins to make decisions on its own. It begins leaning toward what we might regard as probabilistic reasoning.

You see, when you truly understand and apply this principle, things begin to make sense in a new way. You develop resilience that makes you difficult to undermine, a confidence that attracts opportunities, and what might best be described as an emotional armour against external negativity.

Going deeper, you’ll develop a new worldview that transforms your identity, which ultimately transforms your destiny. Because you’re your identity, and your identity is YOU, as an entity.

I’ve had some tough nights. Even restless ones, they made me wonder if the light will ever return. But I didn’t stay there.

I couldn’t. Because one truth hit me hard earlier: even the darkest night will end. That’s not a metaphor to make my sermon tick, but rather nature doing what it always does.

God’s hand is always present (omnipresence)— if we look deeply enough to recognise it. Perhaps you’ve felt this before: moments that resonate like divine echoes, a quiet guidance that feels like déjà vu or synchronicities. We’ve all been there.

Yet, so many remain trapped in an unspoken cycle. A story they repeat unconsciously, day after day, year after year. And left unchallenged, the pattern perpetuates itself, causing ripple effects.

This is how legacies of limitation are born in my understanding — passed silently to children, then to theirs.

Luckily, cycles can be broken. The first step is to see the spell… then choose to de-spell it.

Much like a loop binding souls to jobs they loathe, lives unlived beckon. Unravel this narrative, or remain bound in a life unchosen. That shouldn't be your portion in a life that’s brief as.

Language is everywhere, and most of it is heavy af!

Say “I’m depressed” enough, and your body believes it.

The Sapir-Whorf Hypothesis suggests that the structure and vocabulary of a language can shape how its speakers perceive and experience the world.

Tell yourself, “I’ll never have enough,” and that becomes your reality.

So, ask yourself: what script are you running currently?

You won’t catch me speaking ill of myself, never, even in a world wired for negativity.

We live in a system where words, language, sounds, and symbols are often designed to divide us. Who gives a f**k?!

You can jailbreak your mind; you can rewrite the story. “Fake it till you make it”? That’s true. But try this instead: speak it till you live it.

Listen closely, my friend, because this is the raw truth your mind has been hungry for: Your brain is a relentless pattern-matching machine — it doesn’t debate facts, it obeys whatever code you install beforehand. Truth is irrelevant; programming is everything in this context.

That identity you cling to? That ‘you’ you defend so fiercely? It’s a patchwork quilt stitched together by other people’s opinions, half-remembered wounds, and outdated survival scripts.

None of it was ever yours — you just inherited the code. It's time to decode.

But here’s a divine revelation: You are the only one with root access.

You can wipe the drive.

Rewrite the OS.

Rebuild yourself from the ground up. Not because it’s easy, but because you’re the god of your mind.

Now — what the hell are you going to install next?

You can rewrite the script that your mind runs on and feed it with new data, just like GPTs.

Everything they spit is pre-trained; otherwise, it has nothing of its own to spit out.

Fear? Self-doubt? That’s malware.

Time to uninstall all of them.

Here’s what holds power nowadays: love, forgiveness, kindness and all manner of words that glorify the lord, almighty.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m a firm believer in the “Word”, I mean the “Word” of God. Connection. Belonging. Support. Science proves it. Scripture echoes it, too.

Touch itself isn’t just comfort — it’s survival. It’s how we transcended and survived.

A newborn deprived of touch doesn’t just struggle; their brain fails. Without skin-to-skin contact, neural pathways starve. That’s biology, not poetry.

Yet we suffer with a modern tragedy: We’ve sterilised human connection into texts and emojis while our nervous systems scream for what they evolved to need — real, grounding touch.

Not a violation. Not intrusion. Just the silent language of presence that says, ‘You’re safe here.

You see, now, feed your mind something new. Not affirmations, my friend — those are surface-level, folks.

Go deeper. Change the assumptions underneath. Watch your thoughts.

Because the moment you see them, they shift. Even quantum physics backs this — In quantum mechanics, certain particles change their behaviour when measured or observed.

Your thoughts are no exception to that experimentation. Thoughts have the potential to affect energy, and energy has no choice but to respond accordingly.

You were never locked in. The bars? Imaginary.

The chains? Self-forged.

The key? It’s been in your palm this whole damn time.

Yet most never turn to it.

Not because they can’t — but because familiar bondage feels safer than freedom. They rattle phantom cages, begging for a warden who doesn’t exist.

Now here’s one more truth that I’ll leave you with before I flip the curtain closed: you need a mission.

Something bigger than comfort.

Bigger than ego.

Bigger than self.

You need to serve just like our Christ, the Messiah (māšîaḥ (מָשִׁיחַ), and other prime examples did.

For me, it started with building my first Amazon storefront.

This wasn’t built merely to cash out — it was born from solving my itchy problem. Now, I’m sharing that solution with you.

If you’re in Australia or the United States, do yourself and me a favour and give us a try. And from the bottom of our hearts, thank you. Your feedback means everything to us. Team Snuggle appreciates you. Big love!

Honestly, if you adopt this worldview, you’ll never burn out in any endeavour that you may find yourself in.

You will have an instant dopamine rush like someone with a strange sexual urge. Wanting to slot or grab and have a sex worthy of remembrance.

Naughty me, but that’s not the essence of this letter, I’m being dead serious about what makes life f*cking fulfilling.

Life can be boring if you don’t engage in life meaningfully. Isn’t that right? Or am I fantasising here?

Life doesn’t deserve too much of us. Life was predesigned for you to thrive.

Some will say, Life is hard. F*ck off.

Life is hard when you have your breath of life for free.

They’re not the big things, but rather the tiny things of life that make life interesting and meaningful.

Simple things like having a coffee with your mate, playing with your kids, pets or learn a new sex position, to name but a few, are mind-boggling.

I learned. I failed. I grew. I built real skills.

That unlocked both freedom and mastery — skills that compounded over time, fuelling the creation of our ambitious ventures like Trekwiser (our suite of AI-powered tools).

Now we’re building ePower.com.ng — bringing clean, affordable solar energy to Nigeria.

Real tech. Real impact. Streetlights that charge phones and more, leveraging the sunpower that’s abundant, but few realise its potential.

We’re not talking; we’re doing, and it’s ongoing…

We don’t just talk — we act. Every word we share is backed by real work and real solutions.

The philosophy is simple: Serve first, money last. Chase it, and it flees like a ghost.

But build something meaningful — cultivate it like a thriving garden or nurture it like a sacred bond — and wealth follows as a natural consequence. Similar to a beautiful garden and a butterfly.

A project like this isn’t just work; it’s what gives life meaning.

Most hoard cash like dragons guarding treasure, only to die with vaults full of unused potential. What a waste of time and effort.

But that’s not our story at the entrepreneurs cult worldwide.

Money earned is money used — to elevate, to create, to ignite change. And to flex till we kick the bucket.

Hoarding money is a poverty mindset. Nothing you can tell us.

I’ve seen it firsthand — a woman with stacks in the bank, yet begging from charities. That’s not redemption; that’s a disgrace to redemption.

As a Nigerian forged in Melbourne, my purpose is non-negotiable: to harness every skill, every resource, and every drop of hustle in service of Africa’s renaissance. I’m a proud Nigerian.

This isn’t just ambition, it’s a calling wired into my bones.

And we’re doing it properly — engineering all our products right here in Downtown Victoria for Nigeria, proving excellence has no borders.

You see, when your mind has a purpose, your soul lights up anyway.

The mind rots without challenge. It reflects what you feed it. Clean thoughts grow clean actions. Better input, better output. Tada!

So, my dear, rewire your mind. Break the old spell. Speak words that lift you, not ones that lock you in place. And if you’re done with the 9–5 trap? Flip the f*ckin script. Burn the rulebook and watch it till it burns to dust.

Join the global entrepreneurs’ cult — where we don’t ask for permission, we build empires from vision and sweat for the fun of it. Get rich and Kick ass.

No gatekeepers. No ceilings. Just raw freedom and work that echoes beyond paychecks.

We are winners, and winners don’t quit, and quitters don't win.

That’s it for this mindf*cked letter.

…To be continued.

— Destiny