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We are all occult novels composed by forces both entirely beyond us and well within us. As a One that is also Two, we author ourselves, and we are authored. We live in the possible, but we are lived by the Impossible

J Kripal
April 17, 2025 at 4:41 AM
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Dream Life Crystallization: The Golden Pulse Behind the Screen
A dialogue between a doubter and a dreamer DOUBTER: It’s just numbers. Clicks. Algorithms and fleeting likes. You think vitality lives here? In reels and posts and stock tickers? In blinking bank balances? DREAMER: Not the vitality they market. But the one that lives in the marrow — the kind that spills through a voice unfiltered, a dance done with cracked feet and a full heart, a truth spoken to no one… until someone hears it. DOUBTER: But where’s the guarantee? Where’s the ground, the pension, the steady? You’d trade comfort for chaos? DREAMER: I don’t trade. I generate. From stillness, I post. From wholeness, I write. From overflow, I invest. My soul is the algorithm — vitality is the currency. My words ripple, not trend. My art sells, not because it must, but because it moves. I don’t hustle for worth — I remember it. DOUBTER: And the money? DREAMER: It follows breath. It flows where presence leads. It builds like a river meeting the ocean, not forced, not begged, but invited. Vitality pays. Not just in dollars. But in resonance. In timing. In alignment so pure, it humbles the banks, and makes the stock charts sing. DOUBTER: Maybe I’ve forgotten. DREAMER: Then come remember. Open the screen like a sacred window. Turn your profile into a portal. Speak like the whole cosmos is holding its breath to hear you. And let the returns surprise you in ways only the soul has ever truly planned.
June 14, 2025 at 5:17 AM
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This just in: Spice the cat is suffering from post-hairball existential malaise
She started making horking sounds and I managed to get her over non-carpeted floor before the hairball arrived. Her expression here clarly signals she'd have preferred horking it on the rug.
July 12, 2025 at 10:31 PM