What If Your Life Was All Part Of The Plan?
Welcome to the cult you never knew you joined.
Before you had a choice, you had a script.
Before you had a voice, you had a role.
Before you knew what the world was, it had already decided what you would be.
And you never questioned it.
Because that’s how indoctrination works.
You think cults are something other people fall into—groups with secret handshakes and brainwashed followers who “can’t think for themselves.”
You think a cult has to look like a compound, have a leader, demand rituals and oaths.
You think you’d know if you were in one.
But the most dangerous cults don’t need walls, uniforms, or pledges of loyalty.
They don’t need to trap you in a compound.
They just need to convince you that you were never trapped at all.
That’s the cult you were born into.
Not just your family.
Not just your school.
Not just society.
The entire structure of your life—from the moment you took your first breath—was designed to turn you into someone who follows the script without even realizing there was a script to begin with.
And the best part?
They made you believe it was your choice.
The Birthright Betrayal: Only the Beginning
You were claimed before you were conscious.
Before you had a voice, they gave you a name.
Before you could crawl, they gave you a number.
Before you could breathe on your own, they handed you over—to a system that already knew what box to put you in.
That wasn’t a birth.
It was a branding.
They call it a “birth certificate,” but let’s not lie to ourselves—
It’s not a record of life.
It’s a receipt.
A timestamp. A category. A barcode.
A permanent imprint that tells the world: “This one belongs to us.”
Sex: Check.
Race: Check.
Religion: Assigned by proxy.
Language: Inherited.
Culture: Assumed.
Expectation: Embedded.
From the moment your mother’s body released you—voluntarily or not—you weren’t free.
You were filed.
And they called it family.
You didn’t choose your name.
You didn’t choose your bloodline.
You didn’t choose your origin myth.
You inherited a role in a story that already had an ending.
Because names aren’t neutral. They carry ghosts.
Legacies. Lineages. Ladders. Leashes.
Your last name might come from a man who never asked who you wanted to be.
Your first name might’ve been chosen to honor someone who wouldn’t have honored you.
You were handed a past and told to build a future out of it.
And if you didn’t want it?
Too bad. It was already notarized.
This is the first cult.
Not just the nuclear family—but the idea that family = truth.
That parents are gods. That blood means loyalty. That elders are wise.
That “we raised you” is the same as “we knew you.”
Let’s be clear:
Most people don’t raise children. They raise prototypes of who they wished they were.
Or who they were too afraid to be.
Some families raise trophies.
Some raise foot soldiers.
Some raise shadows.
Some just forget to raise anything at all.
Doesn’t matter.
Because indoctrination doesn’t care how nice your parents were.
It only cares that you never thought to question them.
By the time you had your first thought?
It was already secondhand.
By the time you said your first “I,”
it was already written in someone else’s voice.
And when you finally tried to name yourself?
You realized the name had already been taken.
This is why “family values” sound noble but feel like chains.
Why “tradition” tastes like stale communion wafers and unpaid therapy bills.
Why “honoring your elders” often means abandoning yourself.
They taught you to equate legacy with love.
To see sacrifice as virtue.
To confuse obedience with gratitude.
And just when you started to unravel the script they gave you—
they called it disrespect.
Here’s the twist no one tells you:
You weren’t raised to be you.
You were raised to protect them.
Their image.
Their choices.
Their unprocessed trauma.
You were born a blank page.
They wrote their fears on your skin and called it parenting.
They said: “This is who you are.”
You believed them.
Because what choice did you have?
That’s not identity.
That’s captivity.
Before you ever lied to the world about who you were—
they lied to you.
And they did it with a smile,
a clipboard,
and a signature.
Next up: The Cult Of Family: The First Lies You’re Told
So now what?
The only thing to do now is open your eyes and ask yourself this:
What if it was never your life you were living—just the life you were trained to accept?
What if the story you’ve been trying to write was someone else's narrative,
someone else's beliefs you just never questioned,
and a series of landed roles you never auditioned for?
What if everything you thought made you free actually kept you in your cage?
This book doesn’t hand you answers.
It hands you the words and wire cutters.
Every chapter cuts deeper.
Welcome to The Cult of Authenticity.
Welcome to your Anti-Cult Era.