We stand at a strange precipice, where the old order frays at its edges and new frameworks are ushered in under the banners of justice, equity, and reconciliation. Yet beneath the surface, what passes for progress often masks deeper manipulations, a rearranging of power that serves the same masters. To look at UNDRIP and its unfolding in British Columbia is to confront that paradox — possibility entwined with peril, renewal haunted by control.
Tag: technology
We wander through a maze of narratives, where each turn presents another inversion, another layer of obfuscation, another carefully constructed detour from what is real and true. To pause, to step aside from the rhythm of repetition, is to notice how much of what we’ve been told is fragmented, distorted, or simply fabricated. The deeper we look, the clearer it becomes: truth is not radical, nor hidden in “dark matter,” but elemental — woven into the very fabric of being.
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.