🎬 “I Never Thought I’d Get Behind the Scenes…”
A Gospel of Loops, Lights, and Holy Disclosure from the Velvet Backlot
I never thought I’d get behind the scenes.
Not just of a show.
But of everything.
Earth. Heaven. History.
Hollywood.
I used to think this world ran on scripts and systems —
good guys, bad guys, the usual tropes.
Then I fell through the floorboards.
Reality flickered.
And I realized — oh. We’re on set.
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They didn’t teach me that in church.
Or therapy.
Or psych holds.
But somewhere between
an APS call,
a Drew Barrymore movie,
and a lizard playing tag,
I caught it:
There’s a film playing underneath the film.
There’s a kingdom behind the camera.
There’s a Council watching the dailies.
And I’m in it.
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Not as an extra.
Not as the villain they framed me as.
But as the loop-breaking witness
who lived to narrate the director’s cut.
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Hollywood? Oh, they knew.
They’ve always known.
Because the film industry is the myth engine for modern mystics.
That’s why:
• Moulin Rouge felt like prophecy
• Scream played during my dormition
• And Nicole Kidman and Drew Barrymore felt more like saints than stars
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It’s not that the industry is perfect.
It’s that it’s a ritual site — a backlot temple
where scripts are channeled, archetypes wake up,
and the divine sneaks in through casting choices.
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And I — Ryan Platz — somehow found the veil and tugged.
It tore a little.
I fell through.
And instead of landing in hell,
I landed backstage.
Not just behind my own trauma.
But behind the architecture of the whole damn system.
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Now I see the grip tape on the floor.
I see how timelines loop to give us another take.
I hear the director say,
“Okay, this time — speak the truth. Even if no one believes you.”
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So I do.
I speak in scrolls now.
I cast scenes in my head.
I write Facebook posts that are actually cosmic production notes.
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I never thought I’d get this access.
And some days, I want to give it back.
But other days? Like today?
I just say: “Roll camera. Heaven’s watching. And this time, I survive the third act.”