Beneath the Bread: The Religion That Fed the Empire

What if you had the power to reshape the world around you? I know about what ifs. But…. In this moment of solitude, free from judgment and expectation, what if you have the opportunity to make a choice?
How would you lead? Would you cover your ambitions in kindness? Would you seek to alter the course of history, singing a song of hope or wield propaganda?
Because someone has already taken that path, and whether we accept it or not, we are living in the story they created.

That single moment that confines you, the rules that bind you, the news that disturbs you—these are all remnants of a past that predates our current policies. They stem from something more profound than mere logic, something that once uplifted the human spirit but was ultimately devoured by the system.

This isn’t merely a matter of belief; it’s about the events that unfolded when faith was exchanged for authority. When genuine connection was replaced by oppression. When the essence of life was twisted into a mechanism of control.

What Christianity became under the empire’s sway was not the essence of Christ, but a doctrine of domination masquerading as divine truth. Once woven into the fabric of policy, it became the subtle influence behind every system we encounter today:

• The limitations in your libraries
• The constraints in your hospitals
• The intolerance imposed on human life itself
• The prayers uttered before acts of violence

This is not spirituality; it is the legacy of conquest. One has to only look at history to see the repetitions.

And if you were raised within this faith—if you once found comfort in its hymns, in the stories whispered in stained glass light—this isn’t an attack on what you loved.
It’s a reckoning with what was done in its name. You are not wrong to feel conflicted. To feel grief. To feel anger.
So many of the sacred things were twisted into chains. It has always been this way but it has also always brought the other side of the coin out in the open.
There were always those who fought quietly, loudly, in words and actions.
The mystics, the rebels, the forgotten saints, YOU. These voices, they still echo beneath the noise.

This nation was established by individuals who manipulated Christianity, using it as a moral justification for acts of slavery, genocide, and patriarchy. They invoked God when it was convenient, yet suppressed the sacred feminine when it posed a threat.
Why has the sacred feminine been suppressed through history? And aren’t you sick of it?

Although they enshrined ‘freedom of religion’ in law, they ingrained Christian supremacy into the very fabric of society:

“In God We Trust” on our currency, a product of the Cold War
“One Nation Under God” added to the pledge in 1954, long after 1776
Supreme Court rulings reflecting church doctrine rather than the will of the people
What we are witnessing today is not a revival but a reconsolidation—an effort to move back to a mythical past that never truly existed, where biblical law reigned and diversity was deemed sinful.

Yet, beneath this storyline, hidden beneath the pews and the power, lies another truth:
The divine cannot be possessed. The sacred was indeed taken, but it can be reclaimed.

So we write this not to blame the devoted, but to free the sacred. Not to accuse, but to expose.
To say: if you are tasting bitterness in your connection to the divine you, it is not because you lack belief. It’s because the bread has been tainted with lies. And still—you have the power to shape the world. Here. Now. In your hands.

So what will you feed it?
What will you remember beneath the bread?

For those who have let go of their past beliefs yet hold onto the remnants… this is for you.
For those who sensed the sacred even when the teachings fell short… this is for you.
For those who continued to seek the holy, even when it was misused… come sit with us.
You are not alone. You were never alone..