The Sovereign Earth Manifesto

“We were welcomed into the machine with applause, not realising we’d become its parts. Now, as the gears break and the system groans, we remember—we were never born to be cogs. We were born to create a world with soul.”

The Sovereign Earth Manifesto - a Calling for something better not more!

“Welcome to the machine… but we’re not staying.

The exit isn’t dramatic. It’s deliberate. It begins with remembering what matters—and choosing it.”

The Collapse of Excess and the Rise of the Soul-Led World

There is a great unravelling underway.

Not in the headlines. Not in the markets.

But in the frequency of Earth herself.

The old grid is breaking.

The one built on excess, extraction, and the illusion of more.

The global machine that taught us to chase wealth like it was oxygen, to grind for status, to manipulate and overextend until our souls collapsed into spreadsheets and metrics.

That machine is dying.

And with it, the era of the spellbound human.

We were enchanted into forgetting.

Forget your body. Forget the land.

Forget community. Forget your hands.

Forget your soul.

They told you comfort was safety, that more was a success, and that noise was an influence.

If you weren’t checking your phone, checking your worth, or checking your email, you were falling behind.

But behind what? Behind whom? And toward what end?

What is the price of this pace?

What is the cost of convenience when it hollows your humanity?

Your soul is paying… while your ego aims to gain.

And now, as the spells dissolve, a new question emerges:

What is it all for?

What will be left when the body becomes dust?

Will your name be whispered in gardens or just etched on cold plaques in towers built by someone else’s hand?

Will you leave behind a frequency that nourishes the Earth—or the digital wreckage of a life that never quite touched the ground?

Will you be remembered like the Pharaohs—buried with your treasures while the world forgets your touch?

Gold-laden tombs, now dust-ridden relics.

Power amassed at the cost of connection.

Legacy traded for illusion.

The Shadow of the Machine

Let us name what has ruled:

• Globalisation that devours the local soul

• Corporations that seek dominion over land, water, and story

• Supermarkets that erase the farmer

• Fashion houses that glorify obsession over beauty

• Labor systems that turn humans into batteries for the profit of the few

And what do the few receive?

Control. Capital. Crowns made of crushed hands.

While the many become the modern peasantry—propping up a system designed to keep them just coherent enough to perform but never sovereign enough to thrive.

The Return Has Already Begun

You can feel it—the quiet rebellion of the heart.

People are remembering:

• The taste of food grown close to the land

• The vibration of an object made by hand, not machine

• The sound of laughter not recorded but lived

• The calm of a life that isn’t ruled by clocks, metrics, or followers

• The richness of enough

This isn’t regression. This is the restoration of what was sacred before it was sold.

What We Stand For Now

We stand for:

• Local economies rooted in mutual care

• Artisanship that holds frequency, not just function

• Sovereignty that begins with self-trust and extends into the community

• Wealth that is measured by coherence, not by accumulation

• Beauty that whispers rather than shouts

• Slowness as revolution

• Food, clothing, shelter, and culture made with intention, not automation

We don’t want a finger in every pie.

We want to plant the orchard and share the harvest.

We want to leave the table richer than we found it, not looted and empty.

The Crown Is Returning to the Earth

We are not here to burn it all down.

We are here to re-sanctify.

To walk away from the tower and return to the hearth.

To stop holding up the illusion and start feeding the soul.

Because the war is real.

And now, finally—we are winning.

To Those Still Under the Spell

This may sound laughable to some—especially those still benefiting from the system.

Those who have built entire identities on their ability to rise within its rules.

They may scoff at this manifesto.

They may find it naïve, idealistic, or inconvenient.

To them, I say: you’re not fully in touch.

You’re not yet aligned with the essence of integrity—

Which is not success.

It is the heart.

It is soul.

It is conscience.

It is the ability to see beyond your own gain.

To understand that every decision has a ripple.

That your luxury, when built on exploitation, leaves someone else in scarcity.

That your fast fashion, cheap food, and 2-day shipping comes at a cost

borne by someone else’s hands.

Even in the spiritual community, the sickness has spread.

It’s all “manifest this,” “call that in,” “become a king,”

as if kingship were the goal—

As if the pinnacle of success is building your own castle,

even if it’s still made from the bricks of someone else’s suffering.

But I ask:

Do we want a world of kings?

Or do we want a healthy humanity?

What use is your throne if no one else is thriving?

What good is your vision board if your neighbour can’t eat?

The Myth of “More”: Redefining What Is Enough

We’ve been conditioned to believe that “enough” is a moving target.

That enough is never enough.

That if you aren’t growing, gaining, and accumulating, you’re failing.

This narrative is reinforced everywhere—from financial influencers to bestselling authors, from billionaire investors to spiritual manifestos. The message is the same:

More is the goal. More is better. More is power.

Figures like Robert Kiyosaki (Rich Dad, Poor Dad) have built entire followings on the glorification of excess. And we reward this model. We hold it up as aspirational. We treat the Buffets of the world like prophets. We call it “financial literacy,” “generational wealth,” and “mastery.” But I ask this:

More for what?

What is the point of accumulation without contribution?

What is the crown for if not to serve?

At what point do we stop and ask:

Is this feeding the Earth, or draining it?

Is this building a better world or hoarding resources at the expense of others?

The system tells us that the highest form of success is personal empire.

Even within spiritual spaces, this has become a trap.

Manifest more. Own more. Live like a king. Build the castle.

But we’ve forgotten: a castle for one often comes at the cost of a community.

And yes, some people are born to carry wealth.

But to whom much is given, much is expected.

This is a principle older than money. It’s written into the fabric of conscience.

Yet, in today’s culture, wealth is often confused with entitlement.

And contribution has been replaced with consumption.

We talk about freedom, but we don’t talk about responsibility—to the Earth, to the animals, to the vulnerable, to the future.

I’ve walked through all of these worlds.

I’ve known extreme wealth.

I’ve known deep loss.

I’ve stood in the rooms where money was made, and I’ve seen what’s required to keep it flowing in the old model.

And I’ve asked myself: what is the cost?

If having everything means losing your soul, your relationships, and your humanity, was it really worth the chase?

Even homes—our most basic need—have become investment vehicles.

Commodities. Status symbols.

We’ve stripped the heart out of shelter, and replaced it with numbers on a balance sheet.

And the spiritual community is not exempt.

So much of it is now cloaked in a new version of the same old story:

“I deserve this. I manifested this. I worked for this. This is mine.”

But where is the collective accountability?

Where is the stewardship?

Where is the willingness to share?

To lift others up, not just talk about “high vibrations” while ignoring real-world inequality?

The truth is that there is enough.

There has always been enough.

But we’ve built a culture around scarcity in order to justify greed.

If we truly moved from integrity—if we remembered what it meant to live with soul and conscience—we would see that we have more than enough to live well, and to help others do the same.

What is needed now is a recalibration of value.

A culture of contribution over consumption.

A redefinition of success that isn’t built on winning alone, but on creating systems where others don’t have to lose in order for one to rise.

Because if your victory leaves a thousand others in ruins—

That’s not success.

That’s an imbalance.

And imbalance always collapses.

The Veil Is Lifting—and We Are the Ones Who Wove It

Now, we find ourselves watching the global theatre of greed unfold on the world stage.

We squirm. We panic. We point fingers.

We rage against the systems that exploit us—while forgetting how many times we chose to play along.

We had opportunities.

Opportunities to say no.

To build something better.

To withdraw our consent.

To challenge the machine instead of auditioning to be part of it.

But most didn’t want a revolution.

They wanted a seat at the table.

A piece of the pie.

A chance to bask in the same light that glorified those who had already taken too much.

We praised them.

We bought their books, their branded merchandise, their ideologies.

We wore their logos. Watched their shows. Funded their sponsors.

And we called it success.

Build an idea. Scale a business. Play by the same “business-as-usual” rules.

As long as I succeed, I don’t care if you fall behind.

It’s the same old model—dressed up in new language:

“Winner takes all.”

“Only one can rise.”

“If I’m thriving, someone else’s struggle is not my concern.”

This is the sportsman’s model applied to economics—

Victory at any cost.

Dominate or be dominated.

There’s no heart. No awareness. No soul.

Only a mind trained to chase numbers.

A conscience silenced by performance metrics.

A culture that ignores quality of life if the quarterly reports look good.

And so we built a world where only the winner thrives.

And everyone else becomes a prop in their success story.

Now, we’re left with a system that is devouring itself.

And we ask, how did it come to this?

Governments are bleeding their people dry to prop up crumbling institutions.

Taxes rise while quality of life falls.

Essential needs become luxuries.

The elite get louder. The poor get blamed.

And we tremble, wondering if we’ll even be able to keep a roof over our heads.

But these crowns—these false hierarchies—we put them there.

We fed them.

We followed them.

We built them altars and paid our dues.

And now the veil is lifting—and with it, the rot is exposed.

We see it now:

The abused children no one believed.

The normalisation of pornography is masked as entertainment.

The exploitation embedded in industries we once called glamour.

The manipulation dressed as marketing.

The corruption we endorsed was not just with our silence but with our participation.

And even if we want to say “I didn’t do this”—if we watched, if we bought, if we turned away—

We held up the machine just the same way.

This is not about blame.

This is about responsibility.

The sacred reckoning of acknowledging our role in the illusion.

Because astrology will not save us.

It will not punish or reward us.

It does not have morals.

It simply reveals what is.

And now that the truth is visible—what will we do with it?

This is our moment to lead.

To build what should have been built all along.

To stop glorifying those who take

and start honouring those who give.

To return to conscience.

Craft culture from the soul, not strategy.

To create economies with hearts and hands—not just metrics and margins.

Because the world doesn’t need more kings.

It needs more keepers.

Keepers of integrity.

Keepers of the Earth.

Keepers of truth.

“Welcome to the Machine” — Pink Floyd, 1975. “Welcome my son, welcome to the machine.”

“What did you dream? It’s alright, we told you what to dream.”

Delahrose Roobie Myer

Astrologer-Alchemist-Author