In a time where every word is a weapon and every screen a sigil, we find ourselves tangled in a matrix of metaphors so deep we no longer question their origins. But to dismantle illusion, we must first unweave the language it rides in on. What follows is not a conventional conversation — it’s a de-spelling. A colloquy of clarity. A call to reclaim our sight, our speech, and our sovereignty.
Author: Trance
Artist. Writer. Truth seeker.
What follows is not doctrine, nor even argument — but a transmission. A constellation of thoughts exchanged in digital space, somewhere between poetic inquiry and metaphysical dissection. These are reflections on attention, language, reality, and the soul’s sovereign edge — written not to teach or convince, but to echo, to reveal, to remember.
There comes a point on the path of healing where the noise of medicine, theory, and doctrine begins to sound like static — a distraction from the truth we already carry. In this space, we don’t seek answers from sterile textbooks or institutions, but from within — where illness becomes a teacher, symptoms become messages, and the body reveals the soul’s encoded language. This is not reductionism, nor is it rebellion — it is remembrance.
What if some of our deepest fears — the mushroom cloud, the deadly virus, the apocalyptic end — were more symbolic than scientific? What if we’ve been immersed in a carefully curated mythology, engineered not to inform but to subdue? In this exchange, we peel back layers of cultural programming and dig into the machinery of narrative control, seeking not answers but better questions.
A quiet reflection on living with purpose and discerning why we’re here. I speak to how clarity doesn’t come from thinking alone, but through movement — through showing up, stumbling, and continuing anyway. Purpose isn’t found in perfect plans, but in the lived experience that strips away the nonessential and brings us closer to what’s real.