“Repent! Your work is sending well-meaning people straight to hell.”

Got this message today.

For a minute, I forgot how dangerous I apparently am.

If my writing on Substack can cause someone to burn forever, then the system is incredibly fragile.

And I’m apparently far more powerful than I ever realized.

Here’s what I actually see:

When deconstruction is done in a healthy way, it doesn’t send people to hell.

It helps them escape one.

The hell of chronic guilt. The prison of inherited fear. The mental loop that says you’re broken for asking honest questions.

I don’t tell people what to believe. I invite them to think.

If that’s so dangerous, then the hell you believe in isn’t a real threat to anyone.

The hell you’re living in now that makes you say something like this?

That’s the scary thing.