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 / truth (23 Posts)

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The Fight

08 June 2026 ~ 3 minute read

You don’t fight to win. You fight to prevent the psychopaths from destroying everything they touch.

False Foundations

29 April 2026 ~ 7 minute read

There’s a quiet tension that sits beneath the surface of how we move through the world — a subtle friction between what we’re told is true and what, at some deeper level, never quite settles. It’s not loud. It doesn’t announce itself. But it lingers in the background of our thoughts, in the spaces between decisions, in the feeling that something about the way we’ve come to understand ourselves doesn’t fully hold.

True Colors

06 April 2026 ~ 5 minute read

A quiet unraveling reveals itself not in a single moment, but in the accumulation of fractures. When the systems once trusted begin to expose their nature, what remains is not only disillusionment, but a choice — to collapse with them, or to rediscover what is real.

Singularity: Closer to What is Real

23 March 2026 ~ 3 minute read

A single day can feel like a fracture in time, where everything noisy falls away just long enough to reveal what has been speaking all along.

On Reverence: Past Echoes, Future’s Present

21 December 2025 ~ 2 minute read

Reverence can quietly become self-erasure. When admiration turns into kneeling, something essential is misplaced. This reflection questions our habit of sanctifying the past — and asks what it would mean to remember ourselves instead.

There is No Faking It: The Price of Pretending

22 October 2025 ~ 7 minute read

We’ve been told to “fake it until we make it,” as if pretending our way through life will somehow bring us truth. But pretending has a price — one paid in authenticity, integrity, and the quiet collapse of self.