The more you observe the rituals of modern life, the more evident it becomes that many of them are not rooted in freedom, but in distraction. What may seem harmless — a lottery ticket, a playoff bet, a scroll through headlines — is often part of a far deeper mechanism, quietly shaping the way we think, feel, and behave. In this exchange, we peel back the surface of the lottery system, only to uncover a much broader commentary on scarcity, spectacle, and the architecture of modern control.
Author: Trance
Artist. Writer. Truth seeker.
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.
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.
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.