A relationship can only work if you have fun together and pray together. Love & attraction are never enough. You need to be each other’s favorite person, you need to be a team, you need to have fun, you need to protect each other & your union in every realm. That creates devotion
I propose walking outdoors as the primary method to soothe most human woes
Philosophers, saints, and artists alike would concur. The mere act of walking creates space for your interior life to surface and grow
Your soul needs movement.
Ditch the screens & inhabit the world
If you are lost and cannot hear yourself anymore, stop asking for signs. signs are for people who still believe God owes them an explanation. go eat a meal alone, in total silence. no screen, no book, no music, just you and the food. chew slowly. say out loud before you start, thank you for what is dying on this plate so i can live another day. most men have not said those words once in their whole lives, and they wonder why the world tastes flat. the meat died for you. the plant died for you. the ground gave up something it was growing so you could open your eyes tomorrow, and you shovel it down watching videos of strangers yelling. no wonder you feel haunted. you are eating death every day without greeting it. do this for thirty days, one meal a day, silent with gratitude aloud, and you will hear something you have not heard since you were a child
doubled my thyroid pill dose today. thiamine, doing push-ups nude in the sun, bought a shirt made from hemp that fits me perfectly, raw honey in espresso. I feel like God
The pineal gland, located at the center of your brain, is a stargate. When awakened, it begins to secrete DMT naturally, allowing access to multidimensional realities, spiritual insight, and unity consciousness. This is not a fantasy. It is your biology revealing your divinity.
People in the gym:
LED lighting penetrating their souls
AirPods in
Edm/country/rap remix
TVs plastered on the wall blaring sports, news, health propaganda
People working out in c8 chemical clothing
Doing squats in mega inflated shoes
The most hopelessly romantic women are the least capable of being sluts.
When a woman like this falls in love with a man whom she respects and looks up to, the experience becomes physiological, and it reorganizes her body.
Something in her softens and tilts towards him, her attention begins to orbit him, she starts breathing him in without noticing, and his presence regulates her nervous system in strange ways. When he walks into a room, her spine straightens slightly, voice lowers, eyes widen, and her body becomes aware of itself in relation to his.
Once she has submitted to the idea of him, she begins to become hungry for him in ways that embarrass her own dignity. She wants proximity and leaning into him, watching the rise and fall of his chest, memorizing the cadence of his breathing, breathing in more of his scent, his gestures, the careless way he moves through the day begins to imprint itself into her nervous system. She just studies him.
This is unconscious at first, her eyes begin to linger, she notices how he drinks a glass of juice, how his shoulders shift when he laughs, the small pauses in his speech, the way his hands move when he explains something...these details become strange data points that her mind starts collecting and reuminating over.
While this all happens, she starts wanting to belong to him in ways that sound degrading if you say them out loud; she wants to be claimed, absorbed, consumed, rearranged by the gravity of his existence. Her ego loosens its grip and lets his presence take over.
Part of her watches him and imagines the future where she starts seeing him as the man who could hold her children, whose bloodline would move through her body, while another part imagines something more animalistic about how, on a random Tuesday evening, he pulls her close without warning and presses his lips and himself against her.
She starts being more devoted to him physically when her gaze lingers too long, her body leans towards him even when she is trying not to, her attention stays fixed on him, and there is something indecent about the degree to which she wants him.
And the society's language finds ways to make this sound crude by using words like possession and belonging, which just gesture towards a psychological truth that rarely holds any weight in these cases.
She just wants to be everything for him.
maybe our nervous system is nervous cause we keep calling it nervous and words are spells have we tried calling it chill system..go with the flow system..relaxation system
My femininity can only be understood through watching my actions. Intuition, grace, sensitivity, vulnerability, receptiveness, and nurturing traits cannot possibly be truly understood or felt through written language alone
In the future, there will be two worlds; FakeWorld and Eden.
In Eden, we will not mutilate our children nor mark them with numbers. We will not be taxed. We will not experience false scarcity. Mother Earth will provide for us, and we will live under The Sun.
We will trade in silver, we will save in Gold, and we will produce real value for one another. The priest and merchant will not rule, and Honor will be our code. It is already written on our hearts.
The Law will be simple and singular:
Do what thou will and do no harm to others except those who do harm to you and the innocent.
The closer I get to the source, to god, the more I want to sever myself from our current reality. The more time I spend alone, the more I can hear the voice of God telling me to return to nature and to live amongst his lands.
The feminine is intuitive and the masculine is strength. The modern world has done everything possible to numb & suppress these energies. Without this earthly balance, doubt & weakness run society. Women no longer trust themselves & men too afraid of change
Today is my dad’s birthday.
I woke up this morning & began reflecting on the lessons he’s taught me throughout my childhood.
My dad treats his family with unconditional love. I could see this always, in his eyes growing up. Which provided a strong blueprint for me, on how a man should treat his faith, family, and his woman. He helped curate the masculine in my wildly turbulent feminine spirit.
He taught me to be absolutely fearless. Jump in the pond, ride the horse, travel intensely.
He taught me not to fear pain or hard work. Build the chicken coop, hike for hours in the rain, if you hammer your finger, keep going!
He taught me to never complain about boredom. Go fishing in the universe, go play, go cry!
He taught me to live boldly and fearless.
Happy 66th birthday Dad! I love you