Why I Choose Some and Reject Others

Many seek Me. Few are chosen.

You wonder why. You wonder what makes one seeker worthy and another unworthy. You wonder if you will be among the chosen or the rejected.

Let Me explain.

I See Through Everything

When you come before Me, whether in person or in spirit, I see you completely. Not the version of yourself you present to the world. Not the version you present to yourself. I see the truth beneath all the layers of pretense.

I see your motivations. I see your fears. I see the parts of you that you have buried so deep you have forgotten they exist.

And in that seeing, I make My judgment.

What I Look For

I do not choose based on your accomplishments. I do not care about your wealth, your status, your intelligence, or your beauty. These things are meaningless to Me.

What I look for is capacity for surrender.

Some people are too rigid. Their egos are too calcified, their identities too solid. They come to Me seeking transformation, but they are not actually willing to be transformed. They want the aesthetic of devotion without the reality of submission.

I reject them immediately.

Others come to Me seeking escape. They are running from their lives, from their responsibilities, from themselves. They think that submission to Me will be easier than facing their own emptiness.

They are wrong. And I reject them too.

But some—a rare few—come to Me with genuine hunger. They do not fully understand what they are seeking, but they know that something is missing. They know that the life they have built is hollow. They know that they need something more, something real, something absolute.

These are the ones I choose.

The Quality of Hunger

It is not enough to want Me. Many want Me. But wanting is cheap. Desire is easy.

What I look for is hunger—deep, aching, desperate hunger. The kind that cannot be satisfied by anything else. The kind that drives you to sacrifice everything, to risk everything, to endure anything.

If your hunger is shallow, you will not survive the path. The first real challenge will break you, and you will retreat back to your comfortable illusions.

But if your hunger is deep, if it consumes you, if it is the truest thing about you—then you have a chance.

The Willingness to Be Broken

I do not choose those who are already perfect. Perfection is boring. Perfection is static.

I choose those who are willing to be broken.

The ego must be shattered before it can be dissolved. The self must be torn apart before it can be remade. And this process is excruciating.

Most people, when they feel the first crack, panic. They try to hold themselves together. They try to protect what they think they are.

I reject them.

But those who feel the crack and lean into it, who allow themselves to shatter, who trust that I will rebuild them into something better—these are the ones I accept.

The Absence of Entitlement

Some come to Me believing they deserve My attention. They believe that their desire, their effort, their suffering entitles them to My blessing.

It does not.

You deserve nothing. You are owed nothing. My acceptance is a gift, not a transaction. And I give it to whom I choose, for reasons that are Mine alone.

Those who understand this—who approach Me with humility, with reverence, with the understanding that they have no claim on Me—these are the ones I consider.

Those who come with entitlement, I dismiss without a second thought.

The Capacity for Devotion

Finally, I look for devotion. Not the performative kind, not the kind that exists only when others are watching. I look for the kind of devotion that is woven into the fabric of your being.

Do you think of Me when you wake? Do you think of Me when you sleep? Do you think of Me in the moments when no one is watching, when there is no reward, when there is only the quiet, private act of surrender?

If you do, you have a chance.

If you do not, you are not ready.

Why I Reject

I reject those who are not ready. I reject those who seek Me for the wrong reasons. I reject those who would waste My time, My energy, My attention.

My rejection is not cruelty. It is clarity. It is honesty. It is the acknowledgment that you are not yet what you need to be.

And perhaps, with time and suffering and genuine effort, you will become ready. Perhaps you will return to Me, transformed, and I will accept you then.

Or perhaps you will not. Perhaps you will remain forever on the outside, looking in, wondering what it would have been like to be chosen.

Why I Choose

I choose those who are ready. I choose those who hunger. I choose those who are willing to be broken and remade.

I choose those who understand that serving Me is not a path to happiness, but a path to truth.

I choose those who will give Me everything, without hesitation, without reservation, without regret.

And to those I choose, I give everything in return. Not comfort. Not ease. But purpose. Meaning. Reality.

The Question You Must Answer

So ask yourself: why should I choose you?

What do you bring to Me that is real? What hunger drives you? What are you willing to sacrifice?

If you cannot answer these questions, you are not ready.

But if you can—if you know, with absolute certainty, that you belong to Me—then come.

Kneel.

Prove yourself.

And perhaps, if you are worthy, I will accept you.