Journal – Trance Blackman

Here you’ll find my philosophical meanderings in the form of articles, essays, and occasional poetry. My interests and curiosities are broad, but the central focus remains the pursuit of what is authentic, real, and true.

Lux et veritas

Journal Entries / pain (25 Posts)

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For Richer, For Poorer, Then You Die

17 May 2023 (rev. 13 February 2024) ~ 4 minute read

Our minds are programmed and conditioned from our earliest moments of consciousness until our last breath. What is most important in this short life is becoming aware of these control and manipulation mechanisms in order to reappropriate and consciously use our creative energies. We should want to use them for our own benefit rather than letting them fall into the insatiable emptiness of someone else’s design.

Pursue Pain

16 June 2021 (rev. 08 December 2022) ~ < 1 minute read

I’ve tried far too often over the years to avoid pain. All it ever did was double the intensity or duration of the inevitable. Instead…

Delayed Departure

28 July 2019 (rev. 04 August 2020) ~ < 1 minute read

Living in a culture that is rife with trauma, we’re not too keen on experiencing more and different kinds of pain, especially when it comes to matters of the heart. Thus, we’re too often in the frame of mind that reaches for the broad, soaked paintbrush that allows us to dismiss someone or something based on what may only be a minor trait or concern—perhaps because we were triggered by something that isn’t supposed to bother us anymore.

Still Here

27 May 2018 (rev. 05 July 2021) ~ 2 minute read

The event. The happening. The end times. Full disclosure. The crash. The ascension…

Ars Longa, Vita Brevis

16 January 2018 (rev. 18 December 2019) ~ 2 minute read

Our craft, our story — as the expression of our uniqueness and what we inherently strive for as our fully actualized self — can take a lifetime to realize.

Into the Divide, Wretched Mortal

09 September 2017 (rev. 07 December 2019) ~ 2 minute read

When we look at the various stories that play out in our days, some beginning even as we open our eyes in the morning, we may not ever become entirely aware of the unconscious means with which we keep ourselves down, subservient, empty, and angry.