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In Praise of Actual Creators

Or, Why “Content” Makes My Skin Crawl There’s a kind of quiet shock that happens when you stumble, mid-scroll, onto something real. You’ve been swimming through sludge for so long that your eyes have adjusted to the brown water — and then suddenly, there it is: a hand-carved boat, gliding on purpose. Maybe it’s a … Read more

The Worlds Still Unfold: Notes Toward a Cosmological Pluralism

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The universe, I’ve come to believe, is not a single room with a locked door but a house still being built—its foundations laid in matter, its upper stories rising through light. What we call creation is not finished; it is ongoing architecture, widening in both stone and spirit. I write this as someone who has … Read more

⭐ Reclaiming Neville Goddard: Imagination Isn’t Capitalism

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How social-media manifesting gutted a mystic’s gospel of creative communion. The Age of Algorithmic Faith Open any social platform and you’ll find a liturgy of abundance. Glittering affirmations promise five-figure miracles in ten days; influencers speak in the soft tones of preachers, their sermons delivered to ring-light congregations. The algorithm rewards devotion. Every scroll is … Read more

🥊 The Movement™: What True Independence Means for Creatives

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Somewhere along the way, “independent artist” stopped meaning free.Now it often means burned out, underpaid, over-algorithmed, and expected to stay grateful for the scraps. We’ve been told that “community” will save us — as long as we perform enough, post enough, and smile enough. That success is a popularity contest, and silence is a flaw. … Read more

🕯 The Luminous Thread: Weaving My Faith from Fragments of Many Traditions

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why faith sometimes feels like remembering a dream you didn’t live, but still know by heart If you grew up inside a church, the first sound of the sacred was probably someone else’s voice — the priest, the choir, the murmured rhythm of prayer.Mine began under the vaulted quiet of Catholic chapels: the smell of … Read more

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