A Monday morning. Decaf steam rising. The calendar turns without asking, and I turn with it. At fifty, the body feels familiar, the questions less so. Between machine whispers and unfinished songs, I keep walking the quiet line between what is made and what is true.
Category: Journal Entries
thoughts, ponderings, experiences and lessons learned. or, something deep and life-changing.
I wanted to create a summary post that ties together a four-part series from my ongoing AI-chat Lux Colloquii project. These conversations probe the world…
In a world saturated with dietary dogma and modern conveniences, the only reliable guide to health is your own body. This essay explores how we can reconnect with what has always worked — from traditional diets to self-guided intuition — and reclaim sovereignty over our wellbeing.
The frequency doesn’t die when you wake; it mutates, slips into your own voice, dresses pride as insight, turns gnosis into another shiny trap. Embodiment isn’t celebration. It’s daily refusal. Sharpen the blade or watch it rust. Walk anyway — through the storm, through the silence, through every lie that tries to wear your face. The path isn’t waiting. It’s already moving under your feet.
In the endless theater of inversion, names shift like shadows — demiurge today, archon tomorrow, system glitch the day after — but the script remains unchanged: control the gaze, externalize the power, and keep the spark dimmed. Religions, ideologies, crises, saviors… all costumes for the same frequency that feeds on our forgetting. Yet the key has always been inside, waiting for the one who stops asking permission and starts walking.