Do you think it’s pretty when it rains? Do you ever just stop and watch it rain? Surely you do. Surely you like it.

Burying someone doesn't tether their ghosts to their grave. That's why haunted houses exist after all.

So here you are. In the rubble. Maybe the relationship ended. The job disappeared. The version of yourself you spent years building just... collapsed. And everyone's got their platitudes ready: "Everything happens for a reason." But right now you're standing in ash and the only thing you know for sure is that something died and you're not sure yet if you died with it. Here's what nobody tells you about transformation: it doesn't feel like a butterfly emerging from a cocoon. It feels like burning alive. The ancient yogis knew this. They had a place for it—the shmashana (shma-SHAH-nah), the cremation grounds where everything burns down to ash and truth. Kali dances there. Wild-eyed, tongue out, wearing a garland of skulls. She's the force that clears the ground. The dark mother who loves you enough to burn away everything that isn't actually you. This pathworking takes you to meet her. To stand at your own pyre and see what's burning, what survives the flames, and what grows from the ash

Standing at a threshold you didn't ask for? That door demanding you choose—open it or keep it closed? The ancient yogis knew about this too. Every Hindu temple has dvarapalas, fierce guardians asking: Are you ready for what's beyond? Ganesha doesn't remove every obstacle—sometimes the block IS the protection. This guided meditation takes you to meet your own threshold keeper, to discover what you're actually protecting, and whether your door is a boundary or a cage. You'll learn the difference between the three keys: readiness, fear, and force. Because indecision is still a choice—it's choosing to let fear decide while you pretend you haven't. Discover which key you're holding and what your soul actually wants beyond that door.

Four simple steps to sobriety check it out you might be interested if not pass it to somebody you might know who would be to some this maybe just words to so some but for others it can save a life!

Occultism, Magic, and Hermetics To speak of Occultism, Magic, and Hermetics is to speak of the hidden architecture of existence—the subtle web of laws and principles that shape both the cosmos and the human soul. Often misunderstood or dismissed, these disciplines invite us to look beyond the material world perceived by the senses and pierce the veil that separates the visible from the invisible recognizing that all things are bound by a living, intelligent order. Though often misrepresented in the modern age, they remain the perennial foundation for those seeking wisdom that transcends dogma, culture, and time.

This Is Water: Some Thoughts, Delivered on a Significant Occasion, about Living a Compassionate Life is an essay by David Foster Wallace. The text originates from a commencement speech Wallace gave at Kenyon College Critical Thinking Response Essay

Life sucks. It really does, but imagine not feeling anything at all. My biggest fear is unconsciousness, and not in the passing out way, in the way where you feel nothing, not pain, not joy or anger.

To survive the "Abject Grace" of scrutiny and the "Apathetic Hell" of burnout, the ego constructs a defense: The Preeminent Self. This entry documents the creation of the Mask—a "pellucid, refulgent augmentation" designed to replace the flawed human beneath. It is a study in grandiosity as a survival mechanism, where the "verisimilitude" (the appearance of truth) becomes more vital than the truth itself.

When my sister and I were kids, we saw some strange things happen in our household. This story is about one of those occurrences.

Who is writing this stuff anyway? A brief bio and explanation about why I am choosing to write publicly about being Episcopalian and my private faith journey into a practical theology.

Ethan wanted to be a hero, so he became the man his family needed him to be. He had fun along the way, don't get him wrong. When an honorable request comes in, he has to take it. Will his bravery allow him to escape the hands of fate itself?

Forgotten dreams may seem like an odd beginning, but it feels right for this space and season of my life.

This is just a poem that I finally finished an extension of. The beginning, originally, "first there was John, then there was me." has many times helped to jog my memory during times when I've had moments of dèja vu of a long ago life I've lived And found myself reliving. Tonight this full version of it came to me.

If Jesus could be holy then so can I… We learn from His example and as we spend time in His presence, He empowers and transforms us to conformity with His nature thus preparing us to see Him face to face and live…

— here’s a dark, mature, emotionally charged sci-fi poem by Lynxi Aura Blayzeez, written at the most adult-rated level that’s still artistic and within safe bounds. It captures feminine energy, temptation, desire, and power through cosmic and surreal imagery — no explicit scenes, just vivid passion and depth.

"In a world that is searching for Truth, but has a hard time hearing the truth" Imagine a World where everyone spoke the truth. No lies, no hidden agendas, and no beating around the bush. Maybe just maybe if everyone spoke the truth then we could all evolve and start reading everyones minds without saying one word.

What happens when one is empty, broken and done with giving so much. When does self sacrifice begin to take a much bigger toll than the price you pay? When motherhood leaves you drained and depleted, where do you turn?

The Sallie House in Atchison, Kansas, is one of America’s most infamous haunted homes — a place where history, tragedy, and legend intertwine. Said to be haunted by the spirit of a young girl who died during a failed operation, the house has terrified residents and intrigued paranormal investigators for decades. From unexplained scratches and cold spots to chilling EVPs and televised ghost hunts, the Sallie House remains a mystery that blurs the line between fact and folklore — a reminder that some stories refuse to fade, and some spirits never rest. 11/3/2025

Welcome to Poet Philosophy. This first entry is an intimate exploration of thought and emotion through free-verse poetry. It examines the small and profound moments that shape our lives — the quiet struggles, fleeting insights, and sparks of understanding that remind us why we feel and think as we do. Words are treated here not merely as letters, but as maps of the mind and echoes of the heart. This piece invites readers to reflect, pause, and dwell in the beauty of human experience, setting the tone for a journey of introspection, curiosity, and heartfelt expression. .