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  • Here, Take The Edge Of – How To Disassociate For Better Experience Of Life.

    For Better Experience Of Life.
    For Better Experience Of Life.

    The Second On-Coming.

    I have been blessed with a lot of conversationalists in my life. I have great talks with people in different realms and perspective, often debating, explore dimensions of existence that feels awkward to feel, and even more awkward to mention. Eventually arrive at ‘agha’, ending with “gotcha / interesting’. Conversations when being blown by art of someone else’s existence is mere overreaction. Story so shacking, inspiring or difficult it makes you wonder if it took universe millennia to just articulate that. The originality in experience is raw and foretold as truth for times to pass. Lived experiences where outside instructions or guideline were not a tool, but relying on self and awareness of being. We do have limitations in words and language but our pride and individualism is more limiting for us.

    It Started When You Were Speaking.

    Although we get caught with the story telling as one way of fully immerse our experience. Continuously being reminded of the lesson, it is like lesson so alive it lives through you in many forms. You start living specks of the past, tunnels form out of depth of raw past that still remind you how small you felt. Slowly setting the environment to experience, the same one that left you speechless, crawling the walls of meaning while shouting foreign words. Neither you nor director of your experience understand each other. They want you to learn, you want them to stop.

    Some people find comfort on telling the story, slowly stripping the scab from fresh wound. But even with gregarious proprietorship, the awning of remembrance is dark and tunneled by our vision of being saved. Casting ourselves more than what we are, exhausting the set up with our own demands. Some people try to move on, overtly avoiding existence that might speak about it like a living plague. Bending fibers of our being around an invisible boundary, caging our pride in small space hoping to never live it.

    Dreading, Maybe The Next Best Form

    I started dissociation early ages of my life despite being very detail oriented person. Nothing passed through me without many levels of scanning over consuming or dissecting it until I had proper comfort for it. Because indeed, everything I am exposed with also I am product of. I was quickly overwhelmed when I realized that things outside of me required certain use of my energies either emotional, spiritual voidness, or physical exhaustion of me being. I did not want to avoid things that are set up for me as a respect for the creators, although I was dreading certain parts of it.

    Naturally, I inclined towards disassociate, out of giving up to participate in that said set-up. Then, existence got more interesting, it is almost like you can predict the next best expression for the set-up, because now you are not scanning, absorbing or responding, you are in a overture overseeing. In the outer layers of existence, the fibers of existence overspinning to reach you, to pull you in, get in dance, you might make a difference. They spite, but only way they can reach you is to be as wide and omnipresent as you are, exist in outer layers of existence, misery, density of reason and logic. They know you know.

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  • Tell The Winds – Who Is The Real Listener?

    Why Would You Ask Me

    I have great conversations with my friends and enjoy exchanging ideas. I can talk your ear off about random topics, conspiracies, something that we merely know about, but also can ponder and forge thoughts about it. Although, I am also super avoidant when the topics come up that are centered around me and my personal life. Or I get irritated when someone asks me specific question that has to do about me even though they already know everything. At that moment of second reminding, I feel exposed. This is when they get to know the actual truth, the real interrogation followed by silence that empties the room for echo of truth to come out, the moment they have been waiting for all their lives finally has arrived. Its short and very intense, yet it feels like that is all the reason universe was created, at that moment nothing mattered, nothing had enough to say or important enough to come up. Narrators of existence take pause alongside because what they narrate is not as interesting as what I have to say. Life becomes as real again, the moment you lived in past is being questioned now, the rush of putting words together brining the past to current set up, do they know that I have to live it twice, once to experience it another time to talk about it.

    Yes, They Don’t

    They don’t want to know, really, and they don’t care to know at all, its the act of wanting to know. A way to give them break narrating their existence all the time. I am still working on my approaches of how to be more responsive and be less scared and rushed, it is not a bad thing neither it is a good thing. It is a way to be connected, to matter to certain extend. Even though it is dreading, it is also relief.

    Build The Walls Upside

    Then I am asked that the second time and its third time reminding and fourth time re-living, this is when I am really irritated. At this point the narrators of existence moved on, it is the loudest set-up, and existence is no longer interested to empty the walls of being to fill it with my truth. To existence it does not matter no more, neither to person that is asking it, this time it matters for context. The invisible block of perception that you have been building, its like you are bottom of that truth handing bricks. This time, builder of existence pause and look down upon you for more. This time there is no narrating or pause for to listen for echoes of truth, but merely to build something that reflect that truth without telling. This repetition will go on and on because it each stages of being asked existence brings forth different functions but with same attentiveness of first time.

    When the fifth time asking and sixth time reminding, its no longer the truth or building up to the truth, now it is part of you. Out of all the strings of existence that makes you, that one string is particularly red and yellow. It shines and is self representing. Existence and the ones participating in it no longer empty the space, your truth is no longer foreign even to parts of you that were still fighting that truth, or parts of you that wanted to understand it. You no longer summon the great creators for a void of thoughts and sharp attention when you speak about your truth. Universe no longer assists you with words, grasp of air, a hand of comfort, a moment of silence. Are you traumatized?, sure. Are you depleted? absolutely. Then the plays of existence repeat. The cycle had beginning and seems to have no end, with each stage every inch of light shines through. The cords of truth that was anchored the fabric of you being absorbs all that shine. With each interaction and story telling the walls of truth that you built in earlier stages gather its meaning. It is no longer amusing building, but a fort of representation.

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  • What Is The Currency of This Reality – Behind Works of Powerful Mechanism, Attention.

    Arrived attentive

    I was petting my cat as I was trying to gather my thoughts to deliver the piece and then I stopped to get my both hands on keyboard and the next minute I see my cat left my space, all the sudden that was the end of the interaction. Almost like there was a prices for me to be in their presence. I know it is sorta interesting way of looking into any interaction, but isn’t it a mere truth? when we pay attention to something as way to transfer mutual presence. We already able to see if someone is lacking attentiveness when they are around us. We see what attention does to someone, gets them to places, activates deeper human psyche. We have seen what people do for attention the extremes they attempt, the things they are willing to do. There are legit known psychological issues with people struggling with attention disorder, deficit or someone that seeks it all the time. Heck, we have even see what attention does to us.

    Well Used Currency

    It is only natural for us to be willing to give attention to things as form of sacred and mutual exchange of understanding, to perpetuate growth, to understand. Attention is very well used currency and it is because of that we see relationship grow, form respect, things bloom, realities come to fruition. It is the attention that Gods fought for millennia. It is attention that makes mass gathering, protesting, coming together in a solution possible. Lets be honest it is not necessary the person that we want but its the idea that their secret something that they have, their attention we want, because they personally cant make things happen for you with what they got, but they can make things happen with attention they can give. Many prominent figures, secret alliances, hidden networks, and secret societies have already figured out the importance of having someone on hook to milk their attention. Attention is all seeking powerful God in a mechanism tied to alchemic behavior to create, promote and exercise creation, it is exitance’s way of quick DIY when it sees something worth growing, further unfolding like an arm and a leg for a formless existence that has potential. Paired with believe you got yourself mostly sophisticated tool for creation and bring about.

    Ticket To Attention Slots.

    It is important to know that these days(more prominent) commercial attention slots are taken by chosen people with desire to humiliate, obliterate and is ready to sodomize their existence for mere shock of collective or known hook to get the fishes that swam to top to see the light. The attention span has fallen so has its value, to get the attention of people you have to be unordinary and very ambiguous. Once you got their attention, know this, you do not have much time, while the attention is floating make it known, make yourself known, make your stand known. Things that grew with attention know that it has to continuously be fueled by attention to not collapse. Once you do summon attention, all that the giver has comes with that attentions, believes, intentions, hidden spells, wrong eye, mystic eye. To protect yourself, attention must be drawn only to that one thing completely detached and separated from person you are or loved once you have. Things that grew because of the attention, know this, it has summoned type of alchemy, maybe even a spirit that you are doin their bidding. Attention floating to you and particular thing has been chosen by collective string puller to bring forth ridged manifestation.

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  • Is Your Existence Valid? – Do You Experience The Existence Same Way Others Do?

    In Void Of Self

    One of the side effects of being awaken in the rush of New Age was the indispensable er with the way I was experiencing existence. I was severely convinced that one of the other observer’s universe was fake, they are here because of me or I am here because of them. Even going through the same experiences and talking about going through the same experiences did not patch the missing piece. As it got a lot less rigorous with existential solipsism, I finally wanted to find ways I could measure authenticity in my experiences of existence without another being or things validating it for me. Once the journey of absorption started it became clear that anything experienced outside of ourselves just mere bleep on forever playing screen. As though we are dust in the compound of the sand and absorb all there is to its behavior.

    Weird little existence.

    This is where I was wrong, sure we are merely a dust and spoof of light in dark, as we appear to already imperfect and selfish existence , what you got is what you are. Learning to sway away from that discovery because the thought of us being powerful and have a meaning beyond this existence scared even us. We don’t want to be the only one experiencing this existence even if at times we are convinced we are the only one. So we quickly seek refugee in things that makes most sense, to be lost in its upmost definition whilst defying ourselves. It is then when it comes to give meaning to our witnessing suddenly the ocean of languages with infinite ability to define everything collapse, its hard to convey and give meaning to things at vast. I though I was part of same dirt? same something that moves. It is only then you allow the meaning go and be mesmerized by its presence in weird ritualistic way. Now describe all of that you see to a born blind man. or all that you hear to born deaf man. There is things that makes sense.

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  • Journey Of the Soul Into The Void – Obsolete, The Kind Of Prison You Want To Be In.

    There’s a strange liberation that comes from falling out of the frameworks we usually exist within. Not breaking them. Not transcending them. Simply slipping. Like falling through a crack between layers of reality. That’s where the void exists — not as a location or state of mind, but as an absence of construct.

    The void is not disassociation.
    You’re still there. Fully aware — not of things, but of the presence of presence. You are not experiencing the world or the self. You’re watching the absence of both. And oddly enough, this absence is familiar. You’ve touched it when you zoned out mid-thought, when you stared long enough that what you were seeing stopped being “what” and just became “there”.

    These aren’t glitches. They’re invitations.

    A Kind of Prison

    But not one made of walls.
    The void is obsolete because it doesn’t participate in what you’ve built. No productivity, no personality, no pattern of thought finds grip there. That’s why it can feel like imprisonment. There’s nothing to act on. Nothing to solve. No role to play.

    But that’s also why it heals.

    Because in being stripped from the noise of self-definition, you find the quiet companion you’ve always been — the witness.

    And that witness isn’t bound by identity. It’s not even “you.” It’s what remains when “you” dissolve.
    No ego. No performance. Just… witness.
    This is the kind of prison where, paradoxically, you are most free.

    Behavioral Disarmament

    Moments of void are mental ceasefires. Thought doesn’t move. Emotion doesn’t push. Sensation doesn’t explain.
    The structure that usually builds “experience” halts.

    This is important. Because it’s in that halt that the loops stop.
    That trauma doesn’t echo.
    That conditioning doesn’t load.

    Void becomes an essential reset.

    It clears the stage. Not for the next act, but for you to finally see the stage for what it is — and what it isn’t.

    And that’s more valuable than any breakthrough. That’s presence before formation.

    Nothingness Is Not The Same

    Many confuse the void with nothingness. But nothingness isn’t stillness — it’s absence in its purest form.
    No fabric, no reflection, no observer.
    And because of that, you cannot enter nothingness and still “be.”

    But the void allows you to be present in the absence.
    It’s a strange overlap — existence within non-definition.
    That’s what makes it part of this reality’s architecture.
    That’s what makes it safe.

    Nothingness doesn’t care. Void reflects just enough to let you remember you’re there — but not enough to make it about you.

    Why These Moments Matter

    You can’t live in the void. But you can return to it.
    And each return clears residue. It cuts the ties to performance, to needing to define everything, to running the program.

    Void states:

    • shake the illusion of linear time
    • loosen the knots of persistent thought
    • invite authentic stillness
    • connect you with others who have also “been there”

    Even a second inside this space can realign days of spiraling thought.
    Even brief exposure reminds you: you are not your thoughts. You are not your past. You are not what you fear.

    You are the one that observes all of that pass.
    And sometimes, letting it all pass — without replacing it — is the deepest medicine.

  • The Fear of Being Known

    We spend so much of our lives hiding, but not from others—no, we hide from ourselves.
    The person you show to the world, the face you wear, the mask you’ve spent years sculpting—it’s not just a defense against the eyes of others. It’s a defense against the truth.

    There’s a quiet fear that seeps in when you realize that once someone truly sees you, you can’t hide anymore. You can’t pretend anymore. The mask will be ripped off, and you will stand bare, vulnerable. The idea of being known, really known, terrifies us. It feels like an exposure that we aren’t prepared for—because if someone sees you completely, they might not like what they see.

    What happens when you’re no longer the image you’ve carefully constructed for yourself? When the polished facade is removed, and what’s left is the raw, unrefined version of you, full of cracks, faults, and all the parts you’ve hidden away in the dark corners of your mind?

    Do you run, or do you stand in front of it?
    Are you brave enough to face the reflection that shows more than just your surface, more than just what you’ve chosen for the world to see?

    We want to be seen, of course. We want to be understood.
    But we want it to be on our terms. We want the world to recognize us in the way we want to be recognized, to validate the identity we’ve chosen for ourselves. We want the truth to be filtered through the lens of our own creation.

    We don’t mind being looked at, so long as what is seen fits the script we’ve written.

    But the real danger isn’t in being seen. It’s in being seen for who we truly are. Without the mask, without the filters, and without the carefully crafted persona that keeps us safe from vulnerability. The risk lies in what we will find when the veil is lifted, when we see ourselves as we truly are, not as we pretend to be.

    Here’s the thing we don’t want to admit:
    The most dangerous part of being seen isn’t the exposure. It’s the revelation. The fear that we may be empty underneath, or that what we find within might not align with the identity we’ve spent so long protecting.

    If we are truly seen, we might have to face the parts of ourselves we’ve buried deep, the parts we’ve denied or repressed because we believed they weren’t worthy of being seen. And that’s terrifying. We don’t just hide from the world; we hide from ourselves.

    But in this fear, there is also a strange truth:
    The more we hide, the more disconnected we become. The more we shield ourselves from the world, the less of ourselves we reveal—not just to others, but to our own soul.

    The act of hiding is not simply a defense; it is a distortion. A mask that clouds our vision of the truth of our existence. And once we begin to truly see ourselves—without the filters, without the judgments, without the ego pushing things aside—we begin to understand that the only thing that truly matters is not whether others see us, but whether we see ourselves.

    What happens when you embrace the truth of who you are, the messy, imperfect, unpolished version? What if instead of running from that truth, you welcomed it? Not as a failure, but as a release?

    You are still you. You are whole. The only difference is that now you stand unmasked.

    In the end, being known isn’t as scary as it seems. The real terror lies in the refusal to acknowledge the fullness of who we are, the deep parts we’ve buried because we thought they didn’t belong. But the truth is, everything belongs.
    Even the parts we fear.

    And in that acceptance, we are no longer afraid of being seen. We learn that being seen isn’t the same as being defined by someone else. Being seen, in its purest form, is a recognition of self—an acceptance of the full spectrum of who you are, with all your flaws and complexities.

    Once you are seen, truly seen, nothing changes, except that now you know the truth—and the weight of hiding from it dissolves.