We live in a realm layered with illusions, where truth is hidden beneath veils of distraction, distortion, and control. Yet for those willing to look deeper, to question what has been handed down as unquestionable, a path opens — one that is both perilous and liberating. What follows is a reflection on that journey: the remembering, the breaking, and the rediscovery of what has always been real.
Tag: consciousness
Power in this world is paraded as force, domination, or control. Yet these are only shadows — fragile, temporary masks of something deeper. The essence of true power cannot be seized, sold, or inverted. It rests quietly, waiting in the stillness for those who remember to listen.
True power is peaceful.
There are seasons when the path bends back on itself, when the call is not forward but inward. Retrograde and recapitulation are not regressions but invitations — to slow, to re-trace, to gather what was scattered and left behind. The journey is less about discovery than about remembering, less about adding than about releasing. It is here, in the pauses and reversals, that essence begins to shine through the layers of illusion.
We are lulled into thinking that more surveillance, more devices, and more virtual safety nets will protect our children. Yet beneath the polished slogans and technological promises lies a darker truth: reality itself is being eroded, traded away for simulations and dashboards, and formative years are being harvested by algorithms. What is sold as safety may, in fact, be the very thing that leaves the next generation less resilient, less embodied, and less free.
There is something stirring again, beneath the noise of curated narratives and the endless churn of consensus. We remember, not as nostalgia but as grounding — a memory of what was, before the enclosure. The natural philosopher re-emerges in this age of distortion, not as a relic of the past but as a witness, a wayfinder, a seeker who refuses the illusion and carries forward the fragments of truth left scattered in plain sight.