Charlie Kirk’s Birthday: Did You Just Get Punked — Again?
- Karen Di Gloria
- Oct 14
- 3 min read
(Before you step away — read this first.)
This post might sting a little.
But if you stay with it — all the way to the end — something deep inside you might start to remember.
Today is Charlie Kirk’s birthday.
The feeds are buzzing — in grief, in theory, in rage, in reverence.
Love him, hate him, meme him, memorialize him.
I’ve been there too. I once thought I was outside the game — that by rejecting one side, I’d escaped. But then I caught myself dancing to someone else’s script.
So let me ask you: how do you know when the beat in your chest is your own, and when it's echoing someone else’s drum?
When the Actor Exits, the Archetype Lingers
Charlie Kirk may no longer walk the stage, but the role he played didn’t die. In fact, the archetype grows heavier — legacy, myth, martyr, conspiracy. The narrative shifts, but the stagehands still move behind the curtains.
In The Island Was Never the Story, I name this role the “Manufactured God” — not because humans are gods, but because they’re placed to invoke devotion, outrage, allegiance, or rejection. The polarity isn’t a bug. It’s the feature.
Here’s the raw part:
If you believed following him made you immune to the system — you got punked.
Not because of who he was, but because of the role he was cast to play.
The polarity is the product. The fight is the harvest.
So ask yourself: which altar are you feeding when you repost a memory, a theory, a hashtag?
Soul Questions — Because This Is About You
If you grieve him, whose memory are you holding— the man, or the myth he was meant to become?
If you debate “who did it,” are you still playing in a script laid for you?
If you demonize “the other side,” are you bleeding energy into the same altar you vow to reject?
If outrage feels righteous — what if it’s also the leash they tug to keep you in the cage of attention?
A Moment of Vision
Watching social feeds right now feels like watching a court trial through kaleidoscope glass — the fragments rearrange, who is judged shifts, and the jury changes by the second. But no one’s asking: who built the courtroom?
Choice — The Door You Don’t See When You’re Loud
The real battle isn’t left vs. right, or even believer vs. non-believer.
The battle is for your attention.
For your body.
For your code.
For your sovereignty.
Would you still play, if you knew the game was designed to drain?
Would you still cheer, if you could see the stagehands pulling ropes?
There’s a third door.
Not to lean in.
Not to lean out.
To walk offstage entirely.
Anchor — One Soul Move
Before you share one more post today —
Pause.
Hand on your chest.
Take a deep breath.
Feel the instrument in your ribs.
That is you. That is your sovereign signal.
Invitation — Soul to Soul
I don’t watch the news. Haven't for years. I don’t read the bulletins in red or blue. I listen for the shift inside — and when the hum changes, I dive under the stage, not into the fight.
I didn’t know much about Charlie until now. I’m not a political believer or a religious crusader — I just refuse to use middlemen between me and what’s real.
So I ask your soul:
Are you ready to stop being scripted?
Are you ready to remember that the island was never the story — you always were?
If yes — start here:👉 The Island Was Never the Story
Because your sovereignty is still on the line.
And the curtain is rising — again.
If any part of this touched something inside you, I’d love to know.
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With love and honesty,
Karen Di Gloria ✨
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