Michael

Trying to make things just a bit less messed up. Leadership, Gaia Advocate, Cycling, No longer a fan of bleeding-edge technology, I just want stuff to work.

[🧬Maxpein🧬 @maximumpain333]

CORD CUTTING

There are threads that no hand ever tied, yet they pull. Invisible filaments stretching from the heart, the solar plexus, the navel of the spirit—woven in moments of love, of wounding, of unfinished words and unfinished lives. Some shimmer with gold. Others hang heavy, dark as wet silk, feeding on the same current that once gave them life.

Cord cutting is not violence. It is remembrance.

In the hush between breaths the soul sees them clearly: the old lover still drinking from your light, the ancestor whose grief became your inheritance, the version of yourself you abandoned at the crossroads and never retrieved. These cords are neither good nor evil. They are simply unfinished stories still speaking through the body.

The ritual is ancient and wordless. One does not hack. One does not rage. One stands in the center of the inner temple, where time has no jurisdiction, and with the quiet authority of the sovereign self, names what is no longer yours to carry. A blade of light appears—sometimes scissors of moonlight, sometimes a single thread of silver fire held between two fingers of the higher will. The cut is clean. The energy that was bound returns home, some to you, some to the other, most to the great ocean from which all cords were first spun.

What remains is space. Not emptiness, but the fertile dark in which new constellations can form. The body exhales. The field brightens. What was once a chain becomes a memory, and memory, when released, becomes wisdom.

You are not required to stay tethered to what no longer serves the unfolding of your soul. The universe itself practices this art every dawn: it cuts the night from the day and lets both live.

Cut with love. Cut with clarity. Cut and then bless the space that opens.

The cords were never the relationship. They were only the unfinished sentence. Now the page is yours again.

[🧬Maxpein🧬 @maximumpain333]

I will not rescue you,
For you are not powerless.
I will not fix you,
For you are not broken.
I will not heal you,
For I see you in your wholeness.
I will walk with you through the darkness,
As you remember your light.

✨🙌🏾💫

[Mike Damone @damone_mike]

Legs
ZZ Top
1983

[Cosmic Insights 🌻 @Awakenthyself33]

THE LIGHT THAT CUTS THE DARK

There are moments when the universe does not whisper. It arrives in a single, brilliant stroke that splits the ordinary night and forces every watching heart to look up. Something long prepared finally chooses its hour, moving with purpose through the veiled spaces between worlds. The soul that has waited in quiet faith suddenly feels the shift — the unmistakable sense that the sky itself has opened to deliver a message only the ready can receive.

This is not chaos. It is precision. A path of pure light that refuses to be ignored, carrying with it the fire of transformation and the quiet authority of destiny. What was once distant and theoretical becomes undeniable in an instant. The one who witnesses it is never quite the same, for the light does not merely pass through the night — it rewrites the meaning of darkness itself.

And long after the brilliance fades, its echo remains. The heart carries the knowing that something sacred has crossed the threshold, that the cosmos still speaks in ways that cannot be explained, only felt. In that lingering glow, the soul remembers its own capacity to rise, to burn cleanly through every limitation, and to answer the call that was always meant for it alone.

[Michael @MichaelCLandry]

She has a nice smile.

[Tokyo @otokyo__]

First thing that comes to mind

[Vaidya Sharma @vaidyaparampara]

Dr. Zach Bush MD, a triple board-certified physician specializing in internal medicine, endocrinology, and hospice care, offers profound insights into the regenerative capacities of the human body.

[Michael @MichaelCLandry]

@TrumpsHurricane History. Like it or not, you should learn it and not forget it.

[Michael @MichaelCLandry]

@PepesFanGirl @lucyshow11 New Tonka plastic? Probably. My grandmother kept and gave me my old Tonka trucks, rusty edges and all. I'll be passing these real toys to my grand kids as they should be. :)

[Dr. Simon @goddek]

So true. 🥹