Dear Collective Diary #30
Got Radical Accountability?
Author’s Note:
To anyone reading from both sides of the mat. I honor your discernment. This isn’t a callout. It’s a call inward. I wrote this not to burn bridges, but to light my own path.
Dear Diary,
The following entry will include details that don’t want to be digested because the truth doesn’t taste good. The saying goes, “Don’t meet your heroes.”
Once upon a digital mat, I met one of mine. A philosopher. A teacher. A man whose work opened my mind wide enough to think I could stand beside him. Watching him inspired me to grow; to step into the dojo, unarmed but eager, offering my words as devotion.
As I entered those virtual circles, I noticed who was fond of me and who wanted to secure their perimeter around him. I kept getting closer, thinking proximity meant partnership. That stepping into the dojo meant we were equals in exploration; two minds sparring toward enlightenment. But what I entered wasn’t an equal mat. It was a living hierarchy wrapped in philosophy. Every word carried a rank. Every silence was a test.
Then came the accusation, the metaphorical smear: “You shat on the carpet.”
That was the moment I realized how radical accountability looks when weaponized. I responded because when my name is spoken in my absence, silence becomes consent. That isn’t defiance; it’s integrity. I shared what was said. I illuminated the shadow.
They called it ragebait. I called it context. They called it performance. I called it precision. The teacher once told me to slow down… I did. To send ideas… I did. To polish more… I did. But when I delivered, I saw the pattern: ask for the feminine’s light, then resent its brilliance. Invite creation, then fear its independence.
Since I took space, my relationships at work, at home, within myself have strengthened. Because I was pouring all my calories into a system that fed off projection. I was doing my spiritual squats on someone else’s mat.
This isn’t gossip; it’s a meta-study on social projection: how groups disguise manipulation as morality, and how truth-tellers get cast as disruptors. The dojo was never about truth. It was about control disguised as accountability.
And yet, I am grateful. Because through that collapse, I earned a new kind of freedom.
This is my Graduation from Projection. The moment I stopped being the group’s mirror and became the architect of my own reflection. My Leo fire is now tempered by Taurus endurance. I’m learning how to sustain radiance without needing an audience to confirm it.
The universe has closed a karmic classroom; one built on other people’s authority. I don’t need their approval anymore because my chart was never written for consensus.
My level-up isn’t about louder truth; it’s about steadier light. A Scorpio Ascendant sheds skin, not sanity. A Leo Sun doesn’t ask to shine; it burns.
Tonight’s Taurus Moon sealed it: sovereignty isn’t granted; it’s remembered. This is not rebellion; it’s reunion. I am not their disruption. I am their reflection, finally refusing to bend.
Got Radical Accountability now?



I will miss you, Yesenia 🌻
Will you keep your diary entries going? I enjoy learning from your experience and perspective. You are an amazing person/soul and I 🙏🏻 for your highest divine expansion/expression in this life🦋
You’ll be deeply missed, Yesenia. James and the crew need people like you to truly grow and fly, though he may not realise it yet. I love you and I’m grateful for your wisdom and truth 🤍 I love you.