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The ego is a narrative built on past choices and future fears,stitched from remembered decisions and anticipation.Awareness begins when that story is seen not as truth,but as one among many.The ego,therefore,operates in the realm of time,using memory(past)and fear(future)to define the present"I".
October 6, 2025 at 8:25 PM
The ego is a narrative built on past choices and future fears,stitched from remembered decisions and anticipation.Awareness begins when that story is seen not as truth,but as one among many.The ego,therefore,operates in the realm of time,using memory(past)and fear(future)to define the present"I".
The thread holds dearly to have an end and a beginning, but it is only the representation of either, where the fullness is found in neither endpoint. Most spiritual teachings sell an escape fantasy. Spirituality comes from within, and the escape would be the escape from itself.
September 29, 2025 at 5:34 PM
The thread holds dearly to have an end and a beginning, but it is only the representation of either, where the fullness is found in neither endpoint. Most spiritual teachings sell an escape fantasy. Spirituality comes from within, and the escape would be the escape from itself.
Life and Death are not enemies but partners: fear turns to recognition, separation to unity, ending to transformation. What life dreads as loss, death reveals as renewal, the gardener of existence. Life’s struggle finds meaning as death’s purpose. It is not the end but the revelation of oneself.
September 23, 2025 at 11:58 AM
Life and Death are not enemies but partners: fear turns to recognition, separation to unity, ending to transformation. What life dreads as loss, death reveals as renewal, the gardener of existence. Life’s struggle finds meaning as death’s purpose. It is not the end but the revelation of oneself.
So, who said again that empathy is the death of civilizations? And who is mourned by the US government? Well, it’s like a fish out of water, gasping for its last breath, showing us the ugly face underneath the pile of bodies. No matter who you think you are, you are the lost one in history.
September 18, 2025 at 10:50 AM
So, who said again that empathy is the death of civilizations? And who is mourned by the US government? Well, it’s like a fish out of water, gasping for its last breath, showing us the ugly face underneath the pile of bodies. No matter who you think you are, you are the lost one in history.
This wicked world is where I woke up. I traded the blindness of love for the insanity of those in pain, and I see it in the gaze searching for hope. Is it gone? Each time I listen, the insanity grows louder, hating itself while the majority clap. Where is the harm in peace, love, and understanding?
September 5, 2025 at 7:50 AM
This wicked world is where I woke up. I traded the blindness of love for the insanity of those in pain, and I see it in the gaze searching for hope. Is it gone? Each time I listen, the insanity grows louder, hating itself while the majority clap. Where is the harm in peace, love, and understanding?
The Dark Night of the Soul
Nothing in nothingness is the seed of fullness. Recognizing our paradoxical existence. A tragedy, a comedy, and the societal theater. Words are empty. Meaning is empty. Humanity's dominance reflects the emptiness we pursue. The paradox of human aspiration.
Nothing in nothingness is the seed of fullness. Recognizing our paradoxical existence. A tragedy, a comedy, and the societal theater. Words are empty. Meaning is empty. Humanity's dominance reflects the emptiness we pursue. The paradox of human aspiration.
September 2, 2025 at 2:06 PM
The Dark Night of the Soul
Nothing in nothingness is the seed of fullness. Recognizing our paradoxical existence. A tragedy, a comedy, and the societal theater. Words are empty. Meaning is empty. Humanity's dominance reflects the emptiness we pursue. The paradox of human aspiration.
Nothing in nothingness is the seed of fullness. Recognizing our paradoxical existence. A tragedy, a comedy, and the societal theater. Words are empty. Meaning is empty. Humanity's dominance reflects the emptiness we pursue. The paradox of human aspiration.
Hardships prepare the constructed ego to become brittle. Without inward gaze, suffering builds a harder shell leading to more suffering. The path doesn't lead to enlightenment through suffering but reveals suffering as revelatory source of strength. Wisdom is borrowed from the already written source
September 1, 2025 at 8:53 PM
Hardships prepare the constructed ego to become brittle. Without inward gaze, suffering builds a harder shell leading to more suffering. The path doesn't lead to enlightenment through suffering but reveals suffering as revelatory source of strength. Wisdom is borrowed from the already written source
The mirror doesn't have two sides,it reflects what it receives.What you see is what I ask.In myself and the reflection I see is not what you see.The one who watches is the one who is watched.The whisper carries the window of the self fractured,illusionary, and meaningless. It falls in between words.
August 14, 2025 at 5:04 PM
The mirror doesn't have two sides,it reflects what it receives.What you see is what I ask.In myself and the reflection I see is not what you see.The one who watches is the one who is watched.The whisper carries the window of the self fractured,illusionary, and meaningless. It falls in between words.
The Dance Between Illusion and Nothingness.
August 13, 2025 at 5:47 PM
The Dance Between Illusion and Nothingness.
Modeling community recovery after trauma — exploring social ties (supportive vs. harmful), timing, and protective factors. The framework maps how communities filter info, adapt responses, and heal across multiple timescales. Goal: support healing, not predict people.
August 10, 2025 at 9:50 AM
Modeling community recovery after trauma — exploring social ties (supportive vs. harmful), timing, and protective factors. The framework maps how communities filter info, adapt responses, and heal across multiple timescales. Goal: support healing, not predict people.
Death kneels before life in intimate recognition. The friend transformed into a final mirror—no longer a companion but an ultimate reflection of love stripped to essence. Mourning becomes communion; loss becomes the deepest form of knowing.
August 8, 2025 at 1:03 PM
Death kneels before life in intimate recognition. The friend transformed into a final mirror—no longer a companion but an ultimate reflection of love stripped to essence. Mourning becomes communion; loss becomes the deepest form of knowing.
What we most fear losing—our defenses, identities, and constructs of meaning—may be precisely what prevents us from encountering our deepest nature. The "Sacredness of None" becomes not nihilistic emptiness but the fertile void from which authentic being continuously emerges.
August 8, 2025 at 12:42 PM
What we most fear losing—our defenses, identities, and constructs of meaning—may be precisely what prevents us from encountering our deepest nature. The "Sacredness of None" becomes not nihilistic emptiness but the fertile void from which authentic being continuously emerges.
Hatred is not strength—it is pain in exile, masked as power.
This is the reckoning: the victim stands bare, unbroken, reflecting the source.
The cycle ends where the illusion sees itself and shatters. Vulnerability becomes the blade, and truth the mirror.
This is the reckoning: the victim stands bare, unbroken, reflecting the source.
The cycle ends where the illusion sees itself and shatters. Vulnerability becomes the blade, and truth the mirror.
August 6, 2025 at 6:34 PM
Hatred is not strength—it is pain in exile, masked as power.
This is the reckoning: the victim stands bare, unbroken, reflecting the source.
The cycle ends where the illusion sees itself and shatters. Vulnerability becomes the blade, and truth the mirror.
This is the reckoning: the victim stands bare, unbroken, reflecting the source.
The cycle ends where the illusion sees itself and shatters. Vulnerability becomes the blade, and truth the mirror.
The Fractured Self
Hatred fractures identity.We become a collage of fears inherited from history and fed by algorithms.How many lives will shatter before we fix the glass instead of fighting the fragments?Hatred has no stable ideology;it's a parasite on unmet needs.Repair the needs, starve the hate.
Hatred fractures identity.We become a collage of fears inherited from history and fed by algorithms.How many lives will shatter before we fix the glass instead of fighting the fragments?Hatred has no stable ideology;it's a parasite on unmet needs.Repair the needs, starve the hate.
August 5, 2025 at 12:19 PM
The Fractured Self
Hatred fractures identity.We become a collage of fears inherited from history and fed by algorithms.How many lives will shatter before we fix the glass instead of fighting the fragments?Hatred has no stable ideology;it's a parasite on unmet needs.Repair the needs, starve the hate.
Hatred fractures identity.We become a collage of fears inherited from history and fed by algorithms.How many lives will shatter before we fix the glass instead of fighting the fragments?Hatred has no stable ideology;it's a parasite on unmet needs.Repair the needs, starve the hate.
Suffering and reflection are not to be avoided—they're sources of wisdom and self-understanding. Reflection allows one to confront the past self. Suffering, inherent to life, drives transformation. Life resists decay by consuming and reordering energy, enabling ongoing creation.
July 31, 2025 at 9:14 AM
Suffering and reflection are not to be avoided—they're sources of wisdom and self-understanding. Reflection allows one to confront the past self. Suffering, inherent to life, drives transformation. Life resists decay by consuming and reordering energy, enabling ongoing creation.
A non-anthropocentric epistemology
Knowledge is not something we generate but it flows through us. The apophatic divine of negative theology and the innermost sanctum hidden beneath flesh and desire. The anatomy of revelation and the rejection of salvation narratives.
Knowledge is not something we generate but it flows through us. The apophatic divine of negative theology and the innermost sanctum hidden beneath flesh and desire. The anatomy of revelation and the rejection of salvation narratives.
July 30, 2025 at 2:55 PM
A non-anthropocentric epistemology
Knowledge is not something we generate but it flows through us. The apophatic divine of negative theology and the innermost sanctum hidden beneath flesh and desire. The anatomy of revelation and the rejection of salvation narratives.
Knowledge is not something we generate but it flows through us. The apophatic divine of negative theology and the innermost sanctum hidden beneath flesh and desire. The anatomy of revelation and the rejection of salvation narratives.
The great divide keeps the working class blind and ignorant while their anger is redirected toward already marginalized people.This division keeps them malleable to the ruling class.This principle remains true and applicable.An example of this social divide is within Trump's presidency.Tear the veil
July 28, 2025 at 11:00 AM
The great divide keeps the working class blind and ignorant while their anger is redirected toward already marginalized people.This division keeps them malleable to the ruling class.This principle remains true and applicable.An example of this social divide is within Trump's presidency.Tear the veil
Societal acceptance necessitates a facade, which, while illuminating a select few, inherently casts a shadow upon the majority. And that is the silent consensus we're born into. Societies are built on families, and families, in turn, live a culture of conditioning, restrictions, and subordination.
July 28, 2025 at 10:19 AM
Societal acceptance necessitates a facade, which, while illuminating a select few, inherently casts a shadow upon the majority. And that is the silent consensus we're born into. Societies are built on families, and families, in turn, live a culture of conditioning, restrictions, and subordination.
Let the veil of blindness tear away. Let the ignorance of our blindness be visible.
Don't hesitate; wake up from your slumber of lies, the lullaby of blindness, and the redirection of our attention to artificiality. In the end, it is not a person or a group, but those who wield money for influence.
Don't hesitate; wake up from your slumber of lies, the lullaby of blindness, and the redirection of our attention to artificiality. In the end, it is not a person or a group, but those who wield money for influence.
July 28, 2025 at 9:58 AM
Let the veil of blindness tear away. Let the ignorance of our blindness be visible.
Don't hesitate; wake up from your slumber of lies, the lullaby of blindness, and the redirection of our attention to artificiality. In the end, it is not a person or a group, but those who wield money for influence.
Don't hesitate; wake up from your slumber of lies, the lullaby of blindness, and the redirection of our attention to artificiality. In the end, it is not a person or a group, but those who wield money for influence.
The Song of Sorrow
A meditation on spiritual resistance and the rejection of false consolations. A poem as an anti-gratitude manifesto, systematically refusing to give thanks for systems and structures that perpetuate suffering while pointing toward a deeper, more authentic form of compassion.
A meditation on spiritual resistance and the rejection of false consolations. A poem as an anti-gratitude manifesto, systematically refusing to give thanks for systems and structures that perpetuate suffering while pointing toward a deeper, more authentic form of compassion.
July 18, 2025 at 3:30 PM
The Song of Sorrow
A meditation on spiritual resistance and the rejection of false consolations. A poem as an anti-gratitude manifesto, systematically refusing to give thanks for systems and structures that perpetuate suffering while pointing toward a deeper, more authentic form of compassion.
A meditation on spiritual resistance and the rejection of false consolations. A poem as an anti-gratitude manifesto, systematically refusing to give thanks for systems and structures that perpetuate suffering while pointing toward a deeper, more authentic form of compassion.
The meaninglessness and the search for purpose in a chaotic world. The power of voice vs. silence and the complicity in oppression, our own roles in perpetuating systems of control and the fragility of identity and freedom.The ultimate absurdity-the silencing of all voices, leaving only emptiness.
July 7, 2025 at 10:13 PM
The meaninglessness and the search for purpose in a chaotic world. The power of voice vs. silence and the complicity in oppression, our own roles in perpetuating systems of control and the fragility of identity and freedom.The ultimate absurdity-the silencing of all voices, leaving only emptiness.
The rawness of creation—bare, deep, and true to heart’s desire. It is here, awake. A sacrament of material honesty, visceral and confessional. A silent act of total exposure, truth without persona—stripped not just of clothes, but of all defenses.
July 1, 2025 at 12:30 PM
The rawness of creation—bare, deep, and true to heart’s desire. It is here, awake. A sacrament of material honesty, visceral and confessional. A silent act of total exposure, truth without persona—stripped not just of clothes, but of all defenses.
July 1, 2025 at 10:43 AM
Confessions on a deathbed
The the despair,the loss is the love we display,when it ensues.
Death has a loving embrace,namely progress!
Without death,no progression,without death,no renewal, without death,no life.
This is the paradox we call love and death.
In death, we show our unconditional love.
The the despair,the loss is the love we display,when it ensues.
Death has a loving embrace,namely progress!
Without death,no progression,without death,no renewal, without death,no life.
This is the paradox we call love and death.
In death, we show our unconditional love.
July 1, 2025 at 12:46 AM
Confessions on a deathbed
The the despair,the loss is the love we display,when it ensues.
Death has a loving embrace,namely progress!
Without death,no progression,without death,no renewal, without death,no life.
This is the paradox we call love and death.
In death, we show our unconditional love.
The the despair,the loss is the love we display,when it ensues.
Death has a loving embrace,namely progress!
Without death,no progression,without death,no renewal, without death,no life.
This is the paradox we call love and death.
In death, we show our unconditional love.