In this video, I reflect on the nature of inner knowing — what it is, how it’s shaped, and how we learn to trust it. I explore the layers of truth we inherit, adopt, or discard over time, and speak to the process of deepening into our own lived, intuitive wisdom. It’s not about certainty or performance, but presence — about showing up with sincerity for the unfolding of our own story.
Tag: spirituality
This isn’t about alarmism or some indulgent spiral of critique — it’s about observation. It’s about staring plainly at the obvious, without the usual anesthetics. We are living in a moment where the condition of our systems — medical, political, economic, philosophical — is not just unsustainable, but pathogenic. And what’s worse: it’s normalized. This is a conversation not about hope or doom, but about clarity. About diagnosis. About prognosis. And maybe, if we’re honest, about responsibility.
In a time where every word is a weapon and every screen a sigil, we find ourselves tangled in a matrix of metaphors so deep we no longer question their origins. But to dismantle illusion, we must first unweave the language it rides in on. What follows is not a conventional conversation — it’s a de-spelling. A colloquy of clarity. A call to reclaim our sight, our speech, and our sovereignty.
What follows is not doctrine, nor even argument — but a transmission. A constellation of thoughts exchanged in digital space, somewhere between poetic inquiry and metaphysical dissection. These are reflections on attention, language, reality, and the soul’s sovereign edge — written not to teach or convince, but to echo, to reveal, to remember.
There comes a point on the path of healing where the noise of medicine, theory, and doctrine begins to sound like static — a distraction from the truth we already carry. In this space, we don’t seek answers from sterile textbooks or institutions, but from within — where illness becomes a teacher, symptoms become messages, and the body reveals the soul’s encoded language. This is not reductionism, nor is it rebellion — it is remembrance.