This is not a guide, and it’s not meant to teach or preach. It’s a remembrance. A meditation on what we’ve lost, what we’ve been taught to forget, and what calls to be reclaimed. We move through life absorbing so much — beliefs, rules, limits, identities — not realizing we’re carrying stories that aren’t ours. This reflection is a kind of unweaving. A peeling back of the layers. A way to speak directly to the soul and remind it: you were always more than this. You still are.
Author: Trance
Artist. Writer. Truth seeker.
They call it governance, but it’s really a theater of control — power masquerading as service, illusion dressed up as structure. We’re conditioned to accept the con, to mistake permission for freedom, and to forget the true cost of compliance. This isn’t a revelation. It’s a remembering. A call to look again at what’s been normalized, to question what’s been quietly killing the soul.
The current political, economic, and ideological landscape of Canada — and by extension, many Western nations — appears to be on a dangerous trajectory. Despite mounting evidence of governmental overreach, economic stagnation, and a disconnect between political elites and the citizens they serve, many remain unaware or passive in the face of systemic manipulation. This discourse delves into the broader forces at play, exploring how government expansion, media control, and “globalist” agendas are reshaping society, and how individuals can reclaim their agency to build more resilient, independent futures.
In a world increasingly run by optics and orchestrated narratives, we’re often left to decode the truth from a fog of celebrity activism, institutional overreach, and ideological packaging. This conversation is not about vilifying individuals, but rather peeling back the layers — to understand how well-meaning movements can be captured, repackaged, and used in service of agendas that do more harm than good. Discernment, as always, is our sharpest tool.
Lux Colloquii: Ashes, Ascent, and the Spiral Way
Some days the words tumble out with clarity; other days, they need a mirror to shape them into form. This conversation unfolded more like a slow exhale — a dialogue not for answers, but for the sake of asking better questions. Here, I offer up the phases, spirals, tensions, and quiet integrations that life has laid before me — not as doctrine, but as driftwood for whoever might be building their own raft.