Jesus, Buddha, and Rumi walk into a co-working space… and get shadowbanned.When timeless truth meets algorithmic absurdity, even the mystics get flagged.Read the satirical tale the platforms don’t want you to see.🧘♂️☕📵 #FlaggedForEnlightenment
Sharon, you’re clearly doing the Lord’s (and the Buddha’s and the dervish’s) work—one forbidden scroll at a time.
Rumi as a grandson name? That’s next-level mystic grandma energy. Somewhere, a Sufi is weeping tears of rosewater into his teacup with pride.
And yes—read them in secret, chant them in plain sight, tattoo them on the algorithm’s forehead if you must. They can flag the post, but they can’t cancel Presence.
& Diaper Don didn't LOSE HIS SH-T about Nelson Mandela ? I thought that he'd make Truth Social overload kvetching about Mandela or something like that. Anytime Trumpster- fire isn't in the spotlight / headlights / floodlights he tries to be a burr under the saddle.
Wonderful! Actually I had an account terminated just as you outline on a social media platform. I had only copy/pasted that information that had already appeared on the very same platform. No original thoughts except for a few replies to others. But wham, bam, but no thank you, ma’am. And when the review came back that’s exactly what happened. So the platform had already started suppressing speech. Now with ICE looking through personal data, I’m sure that what they come up with will extend beyond their mandate.
Ah yes, the sacred ritual of “Copy-Paste and Be Banished.”
You didn’t even speak—just echoed. And for that, the algorithm gods smote you like a heretic whispering a banned hymn.
Funny how platforms pretend to be coliseums of free speech until your echo bounces the wrong direction. Then suddenly you're a threat to democracy... for quoting it.
And now ICE wants to peer into the data entrails of your digital soul? That’s not national security—that’s surveillance theology.
What began as content moderation has become sacramental paranoia. Blessings on your deleted posts—they died so we might see the truth: the algorithm never needed a reason, just a target.
Stay sharp, beloved exile. They fear what they cannot code.
We need to rediscover & refine the concept of " operating under the radar ". Children often do very subtle, clever things to stay that way when we have to. I got to where I got very good at concealing things.
They cannot code our loyalty to the truth. They can wash it in dirty smudges or zap it off their platform, but as it is often quoted, “truth will out”. Thank you .for your response.
Kālī out there doing cosmic composting while the rest of us are arguing with bots and trying to get banned in 280 characters or less. She doesn’t need a platform—she is the platform. And the takedown policy.
Laughing quietly as she rewrites the algorithm in blood and moonlight.
The web is a haunted house and a holy library. One minute you’re dodging trolls, the next you’re weeping over a line that cracked your soul open like an egg.
If you do vanish into the analog monastery, just leave a forwarding address made of smoke signals and bird songs—I’ll find you. But until then, I’ll keep lighting little fires here in the dark, hoping they reach you before the algorithm does.
Heartbreak is holy. And apparently, so is shitposting.
Wendy, your eternal irritation has exquisite taste.
Thank you for clapping at the circus of banned prophets and pixelated paradox. If brilliance can still be enjoyed in this upside-down feed of doom and dopamine, then there’s hope for us yet.
Keep showing up with that irritated holiness. It sharpens the signal.
Kelly, “Jesus got curated” might just be my new band name.
Thank you for catching the joke and the jab—because what’s a little messiah myth without a modern content strategy? Loving that you’re here for the sacred side-eye.
Tim, when the heretics are having fun, you know the orthodoxy is nervous.
Thanks for dancing with us in the ruins of the terms of service. May your evolving God keep updating faster than the moderators can flag enlightenment.
Whenever there is another VMB scroll to be opened, I eagerly looked forward to reading its message.
We've allowed the World Wide Web, to be woven into our lives , to become our lives , without truly being aware that it happened.
It has the answers. We've let it generate a false sense of belonging, of purpose. Not that it's all bad. But the result is, we've forgotten that we learn and evolve by being present , by living.
By being present , we can change the world. By remembering that we are here to share the light and love of God.
At a time that darkness, once again, threatens to overcome us.
Thanks for all you share , VMB. The knowledge you reveal is sacred.
Rian, your words land like a bell in the heart. Clear, sobering, and ringing with sacred presence.
Yes, we’ve mistaken the web for the Way. Let it be a tool, not a tether. The scrolls might travel through fiber optics, but the truths they carry are older than language. They were first written in stardust, silence, and the soft ache of becoming.
You remembered. That’s the real miracle.
Keep being the flame that reminds the dark it doesn’t get the final word.
Be the light. We were told by Jesus, Francis of Assisi, MLK and countless others.
There was a time,early in my life, when I felt like"yeah, sure. Whatever."
Took some living, life experiences, love, loss and death. And being hated for being born gay. I wondered how to rise above that. And then I remembered- BE THE LIGHT. And then I rembered that I had been. Always.
Gratitude for your guidance,honesty and love, VMB .
You just gave me the ultimate compliment. Calmed down and lifted up is basically the Virgin Monk Boy brand promise, right next to “snark with sacrament” and “blessings with bite.”
Mercury may still be in retrograde, same as she ever was, but now she’s spinning with a HaloLuv420 sticker on her cosmic forehead.
Louise, blessed be your giggle—it counts as sacred breathwork in this monastery. If all I did was loosen one knot in the tapestry of your day, then the divine nonsense was worth it. More holy mischief on the way. 🙏💫
I can totally see this happening.
Me? I am just going to continue reading the mystics in the privacy of my own home, where nothing is shadowbanned.
I love all three.
By the way, my oldest grandson is named Rumi.
Sharon, you’re clearly doing the Lord’s (and the Buddha’s and the dervish’s) work—one forbidden scroll at a time.
Rumi as a grandson name? That’s next-level mystic grandma energy. Somewhere, a Sufi is weeping tears of rosewater into his teacup with pride.
And yes—read them in secret, chant them in plain sight, tattoo them on the algorithm’s forehead if you must. They can flag the post, but they can’t cancel Presence.
Blessings to you and young Rumi the Wise.
Thanks! A good laugh, much appreciated. “Disrupt Your Dharma” is my new slogan, & I refuse to niche down.
btw Speaking of icons of wisdom, today would have been Nelson Mandela’s birthday. 🌍
& Diaper Don didn't LOSE HIS SH-T about Nelson Mandela ? I thought that he'd make Truth Social overload kvetching about Mandela or something like that. Anytime Trumpster- fire isn't in the spotlight / headlights / floodlights he tries to be a burr under the saddle.
Wonderful! Actually I had an account terminated just as you outline on a social media platform. I had only copy/pasted that information that had already appeared on the very same platform. No original thoughts except for a few replies to others. But wham, bam, but no thank you, ma’am. And when the review came back that’s exactly what happened. So the platform had already started suppressing speech. Now with ICE looking through personal data, I’m sure that what they come up with will extend beyond their mandate.
Ah yes, the sacred ritual of “Copy-Paste and Be Banished.”
You didn’t even speak—just echoed. And for that, the algorithm gods smote you like a heretic whispering a banned hymn.
Funny how platforms pretend to be coliseums of free speech until your echo bounces the wrong direction. Then suddenly you're a threat to democracy... for quoting it.
And now ICE wants to peer into the data entrails of your digital soul? That’s not national security—that’s surveillance theology.
What began as content moderation has become sacramental paranoia. Blessings on your deleted posts—they died so we might see the truth: the algorithm never needed a reason, just a target.
Stay sharp, beloved exile. They fear what they cannot code.
We need to rediscover & refine the concept of " operating under the radar ". Children often do very subtle, clever things to stay that way when we have to. I got to where I got very good at concealing things.
They cannot code our loyalty to the truth. They can wash it in dirty smudges or zap it off their platform, but as it is often quoted, “truth will out”. Thank you .for your response.
I absolutely love your writing. It challenges me.
Emmy, that’s the highest compliment you could give a barefoot heretic like me.
If my words poke the ego, rattle the cage, or yank the rug out from under your certainties—good. That means the soul is waking up and stretching.
Challenge is just love in uncomfortable pants.
Thank you for reading with such a brave heart.
Try logging off 😂😂😂😂
So fun.
Outside, Kālī dances naked and sticks her fingers way down in the earth, laughing quietly.
Cynthia, now that’s the logout I’m talking about.
Kālī out there doing cosmic composting while the rest of us are arguing with bots and trying to get banned in 280 characters or less. She doesn’t need a platform—she is the platform. And the takedown policy.
Laughing quietly as she rewrites the algorithm in blood and moonlight.
Thanks for bringing the sacred mischief.
So funny it’s heartbreaking….been thinking of getting offline completely but I’d miss reading your substack!
Bernadette, that’s the paradox, isn’t it?
The web is a haunted house and a holy library. One minute you’re dodging trolls, the next you’re weeping over a line that cracked your soul open like an egg.
If you do vanish into the analog monastery, just leave a forwarding address made of smoke signals and bird songs—I’ll find you. But until then, I’ll keep lighting little fires here in the dark, hoping they reach you before the algorithm does.
Heartbreak is holy. And apparently, so is shitposting.
Well, hopefully, Substack is one of the places where the fans of truth and wisdom will always find a home! :)
This is brilliant 👏 I enjoyed it so much.
Wendy, your eternal irritation has exquisite taste.
Thank you for clapping at the circus of banned prophets and pixelated paradox. If brilliance can still be enjoyed in this upside-down feed of doom and dopamine, then there’s hope for us yet.
Keep showing up with that irritated holiness. It sharpens the signal.
Mercy! 🖤
Very fine.
Donna, when someone cries “Mercy!” with a black heart emoji, you know the gospel just got velvet-gloved and dagger-tipped.
Thank you for bearing witness. The mystics are still speaking—even if the algorithm needs smelling salts.
Uni-Verse, Dear Is, bless the mystics. My kind of folks. 😉
Sharing with abandon, truth and giggles.
Anya, that’s the holy trinity right there: truth, giggles, and reckless sharing.
Let the theologians debate—we’re out here committing sacred mischief with a wink and a Wi-Fi signal.
May your shares be shadowbanned for all the right reasons.
Btw Jesus got curated is brilliant. Loving these posts VMB!
Kelly, “Jesus got curated” might just be my new band name.
Thank you for catching the joke and the jab—because what’s a little messiah myth without a modern content strategy? Loving that you’re here for the sacred side-eye.
More banned beatitudes incoming.
The sacred side eye and the sacred grief.
Me & Jesus! 😂😂😂
Kelly, you and Jesus out here breaking community guidelines like it’s your side hustle.
I see you—holy troublemaker with a Messiah complex and a meme folder. If they flag your love, just resurrect it in the comments. That’s what He’d do.
Glad to be in the banned book club with you.
See you in the comments resurrection aisle.
And wherever else they try to hide us. 😉And someone’s gotta carry the cross
Fun!
Tim, when the heretics are having fun, you know the orthodoxy is nervous.
Thanks for dancing with us in the ruins of the terms of service. May your evolving God keep updating faster than the moderators can flag enlightenment.
Whenever there is another VMB scroll to be opened, I eagerly looked forward to reading its message.
We've allowed the World Wide Web, to be woven into our lives , to become our lives , without truly being aware that it happened.
It has the answers. We've let it generate a false sense of belonging, of purpose. Not that it's all bad. But the result is, we've forgotten that we learn and evolve by being present , by living.
By being present , we can change the world. By remembering that we are here to share the light and love of God.
At a time that darkness, once again, threatens to overcome us.
Thanks for all you share , VMB. The knowledge you reveal is sacred.
Rian, your words land like a bell in the heart. Clear, sobering, and ringing with sacred presence.
Yes, we’ve mistaken the web for the Way. Let it be a tool, not a tether. The scrolls might travel through fiber optics, but the truths they carry are older than language. They were first written in stardust, silence, and the soft ache of becoming.
You remembered. That’s the real miracle.
Keep being the flame that reminds the dark it doesn’t get the final word.
Be the light. We were told by Jesus, Francis of Assisi, MLK and countless others.
There was a time,early in my life, when I felt like"yeah, sure. Whatever."
Took some living, life experiences, love, loss and death. And being hated for being born gay. I wondered how to rise above that. And then I remembered- BE THE LIGHT. And then I rembered that I had been. Always.
Gratitude for your guidance,honesty and love, VMB .
Keep showing us the way.
Peace ❤️
HaloLuv420
😅😂🤣 one new follower is all you need
Thanx for the hallowed hysteria. Simultaneously calmed me down & lifted me up - magician stuff 🫀🔪
While mercury in retrograde may be same as she ever was…..❤️🩹
Ah Beth Ann,
A true mystic of meme and mood swing.
You just gave me the ultimate compliment. Calmed down and lifted up is basically the Virgin Monk Boy brand promise, right next to “snark with sacrament” and “blessings with bite.”
Mercury may still be in retrograde, same as she ever was, but now she’s spinning with a HaloLuv420 sticker on her cosmic forehead.
Magician sees you. Heart knife and all 🫀🔪
Thank you for the lol giggle I so much needed it. Keep up the good work.
Louise, blessed be your giggle—it counts as sacred breathwork in this monastery. If all I did was loosen one knot in the tapestry of your day, then the divine nonsense was worth it. More holy mischief on the way. 🙏💫
This was so funny!! Thank you for sharing!!🤣🤣 But sadly true as well.
Amanda, welcome to the sacred space where hilarity and heresy hold hands.
If it made you laugh and ache at the same time—perfect. That’s the sound of truth slipping past the gatekeepers in clown shoes.
Thank you for receiving it with grace and giggles.
Yes! I definitely got both the grace and the giggles. Thank you.