We’re constantly told what to believe, where to look, and how to interpret the world around us — by religions, by science, by systems posing as saviors. But if you pause long enough to truly observe the sun, the sky, the flow of life itself, you might start to remember something deeper. Something real. Beyond texts, temples, or technocrats, there’s a rhythm — and it’s always been there.
Author: Trance
Artist. Writer. Truth seeker.
We live in a time where the very language of power — words like fascism, socialism, and communism — has been hollowed out, weaponized, and distorted beyond recognition. In this wide-ranging, emotionally honest exploration, I engaged again with ChatGPT to unpack the layers of misdirection, manipulation, and spiritual corrosion that plague our modern political and historical understanding. These aren’t just ideological debates — they’re battles for the soul of our society, and for the sovereignty of each individual waking up to the lies we’ve been sold.
Russia is never just a nation — it is an idea, a riddle, a continent unto itself draped in contradictions and steeped in centuries of turbulent metamorphosis. To understand it is to accept complexity, to resist the temptations of caricature, and to meet myth with method. In this essay, we plunge beneath the headlines and the hardened rhetoric to confront the Russian enigma head-on.
In this discourse, we explore the transformative ideas of Jacob Israel Liberman, whose work on vision and consciousness offers a radical shift in how we perceive the world and ourselves. His personal journey — marked by a profound awakening in 1976 — challenges our conventional understanding of sight, inviting us to see beyond the physical and into the essence of our being. Through this exploration, we delve into how vision is not merely a sensory process, but a holistic experience that connects mind, body, and light.
We find ourselves at a peculiar crossroads — watching the unraveling of once-stable systems, while distant lands stir with echoes of something oddly familiar, even comforting. In the noise of our Western constructs — the false progress, the chronic self-importance, and performative freedom — a contrast reveals itself in the quieter strength of those who’ve endured actual hardship. This isn’t about glorifying one over the other. It’s about noticing — and remembering — what we’ve lost, and what we might still rebuild.