The first thing to burn was my name.
Not just the headlines. Not just the news stories or YouTube take-downs.
But the name Billy Coull as I had once understood it.
It didn’t belong to me anymore. It belonged to the public — to the memes, to the critics, to the echo chamber.
So I decided to steal it back.
What the Serpent Knows
The serpent has always been a symbol of transformation. It sheds its skin not to escape, but to grow.
But when the public made me a snake, it wasn’t transformation they saw.
It was danger. Trickery. Poison.
That’s the problem with symbols. They don’t belong to anyone.
They can mean wisdom or sin, healing or harm, depending on who’s telling the story.
But I’ve chosen to reclaim the symbol.
Not as an apology.
Not as a defence.
But as a mirror.
I am the serpent.
I am the myth.
I am the one who set his own name on fire to find out what was left underneath.
Fire: The Mythic Cleansing
Fire is violent, but it tells the truth.
It burns through illusion. It reduces everything to its essence.
That’s what this entire blog has been — a bonfire of masks, costumes, and characters I once mistook for my self.
The metaphysical doctor. The visionary builder. The accused. The martyr. The misunderstood poet.
All of them burned.
What remains?
Something smaller.
Something simpler.
But more human.
The Mythic Rewrite
This campaign — Operation MOTH — has never been about deleting history. It’s been about confronting it.
Naming it.
Owning it.
To rewrite a name is not to erase the past.
It’s to forge meaning from the wreckage.
That’s what these articles are.
They are not my defense.
They are my ashes.
And my rebirth.
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