The collective confession
This is where we face our collective shadows. Delve into raw, unfiltered thoughts and experiences. Join us in this space of vulnerability and honesty, where we seek understanding and awakening together.
✦ Mission Statement
Underneath the Helping Hands is a sanctuary for truth-telling, self-witnessing, and collective awakening.
Here, we peel back the layers of conditioning and step beyond the narratives we inherited.
This space honors raw experience, quiet revelations, and the courage it takes to speak from the soul.
We exist to:
- explore the depths of the human condition,
- challenge the illusions that bind us,
- reclaim our inner voice,
- and illuminate the path home to ourselves.
Through honesty, reflection, and shared insight, we rise together —
one truth at a time.
Revealing truths
This is a space for serious reflection and revelation. Share your thoughts, conclusions, fears, and theories without judgment. Let's explore the depths of the human experience together.
This is where we meet ourselves without pretense.
A space for honesty, shadow-work, and raw expression.
Here, truth is not judged — it is witnessed.
Step in with an open heart, and let your story breathe.
Awakening insights
Through shared vulnerability, we gain new perspectives and insights. Read, reflect, and contribute to this collective journey of self-discovery and understanding.
Together, we walk through the deep chambers of the human experience —
seeking understanding, connection, and awakening.
Through shared vulnerability, new perspectives emerge.
Read, reflect, and contribute to this living archive of truth.
Your voice becomes part of a collective journey
toward clarity, awareness, and inner liberation.
A safe space
Underneath the helping hands is creating a safe space where you can share your thoughts and feelings anonymously. We encourage you to share your thoughts, conclusions, fears, and theories in a way that feels authentic to you. You are held here
The working
Slavery never ended.
It got rebranded—
rebooted across generations
upon generations.
The working became the slave.
Slave to work.
Slave to vanity.
Slave to consumerism.
Slave to money.
Slave to the body.
Slave to the unreal
and the unattainable.
Slave to smiling,
to keeping up appearances
while dying beneath the masks.
Slave to torture
hidden in the shadows—
quietly passed down
through the bloodlines.
“Smile, dear, or you’ll never find a husband,”
they tell their daughters.
“Make money and you’ll have any woman you want, son,”
they teach their boys.
Women who never truly become women—
children raising infants.
Men who never truly become men—
boys with idealistic myths
and inherited delusions.
We became slaves to the narrative,
trapped in a story
we didn’t write
but were forced to perform.
All while telling tales
about future invasions
and zombie apocalypses—
never realizing
we were confessing
our own story in disguise.
Saying the quiet part aloud,
hiding it in fairy tales
and monsters.
The working.
✦ Closing Blessing
May the words you leave here return to you as clarity.
May the shadows you face reveal their wisdom gently.
May your voice find its strength, your heart its stillness,
and your truth its rightful place in the world.
You are safe.
You are seen.
You are part of something unfolding.
Leave your thoughts like offerings on the altar —
and may they guide you deeper into your becoming.
✦ Sigil Explanation – “The Working”
This sigil is the mark of liberation through recognition.
It carries three intertwined intentions:
- To expose the invisible chains — the inherited expectations, societal scripts, and generational burdens that shape “the working.”
- To reclaim sovereignty of self — breaking the trance of performance, productivity, and silence.
- To remember the power of awareness — that once a truth is seen, it can no longer own you.
The circle represents the system: the continuous loop of rebranded slavery.
The vertical line is the individual rising through it.
The crossbar symbolizes the moment of awakening — the refusal to continue the pattern.
The curved arc beneath is the protection and grounding of the self as it steps out of the narrative.
Together, the sigil becomes a mirror and a key:
a reminder that the story was inherited —
but the breaking of it is yours.