How I Escaped the Party Again

🔥 THE FIRE WITHIN

ISSUE #2: The Human Machine

How I Escaped the Party Again

“I was almost taken again.

In my dream, the party was already happening. Not just noise, but a celebration of lust. A place where it didn’t matter if you were married, spiritual, or trying to stay clean. Everything was allowed. Everything was open.

And they came for me.

A woman whispered in my ear, ‘Come with me. Just this once.’

But I said no. Not this time.

Then others came. A room full of men trying to pull me in. I escaped again.

And suddenly — there I was. Alone with an ancient machine.

It was dusty, worn out, left behind. But I recognized it. It was power. It was legacy. It was me.

I started fixing it. I saw a man on YouTube using this same machine to generate energy — not just electricity, but something deeper. Purpose. Sustainability. Real fuel.

My father walked in and saw me. I packed up the machine. We left the party for good.”

Temptation will dress itself as pleasure. Distraction will call itself freedom.

But in the dream, I wasn’t just resisting sex or dopamine or fantasy. I was protecting the engine inside of me — the part of me that builds, not breaks.

That machine? That’s not technology. That’s spiritual alignment.

When I left the room, I crossed a street. Got into a big car with women from my mother’s generation — faces of power, confusion, silence. And I remembered who I was.

I’ve battled porn. ADHD. Dopamine. Lust. Loneliness. I’ve fallen. Many times.

But each time I say no, I say yes to something bigger.

Myself. My Wife. My Family. My Dream Business Shop. My Book. My Purpose. My Fire.

I’m not a slave to the party anymore. I’m a machine, wired by God, fueled by truth, building something meaningful and real.

You have a machine too.

Your brain. Your heart. Your habits.

They don’t run on pleasure. They run on truth. On story. On why.

Temptation might visit you tonight. It might wear perfume, approval, or a cheap little high.

But when it knocks, answer with power. Say it with me:

“NOT THIS TIME.”

A broken, glowing machine in a dark room. Around it: shadows of people partying behind a fogged glass wall. One man is kneeling with tools, fixing the machine. Light pours from the cracks in the gears.

You Are the Machine
Build. Don’t Break.

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