In a world where institutional trust erodes by the day and personal tragedies unfold in the shadows of pharmaceutical empires, I find myself returning — again and again — to a singular truth: that healing, meaning, and sovereignty cannot be outsourced. What follows is not a critique in the traditional sense, but a reckoning. A tracing of the fractures. A call, perhaps, for remembrance in an age of forgetting.
Author: Trance
Artist. Writer. Truth seeker.
I’ve spent years unraveling truths, challenging illusions, and writing from that ever-evolving place of understanding. But what I’ve come to realize is this: we can’t force anyone to wake up. We can only meet people where they are — with patience, compassion, and presence — and let our own journey speak for itself. This is a quiet reflection on discernment, humility, and the art of planting seeds without attachment. The truth isn’t something to preach. It’s something to embody.
In a world driven by control, distraction, and digital noise, what does it mean to truly live authentically? The Instrument explores the quiet power of surrender, the illusion of control, and the deeper wisdom that emerges when we let life live through us. This reflection invites you to examine the stories you tell yourself — and the freedom that awaits when you stop lying to your own soul.
I’ve been thinking a lot about how change isn’t just something that happens — it is life itself. We try to control and resist it, but that just brings more pain. Instead, I’m learning to lean into uncertainty and let life unfold. Change challenges us, shapes us, and ultimately, it’s our superpower if we accept it with curiosity and openness. Life’s fluid and unpredictable — and that’s the whole point.