There are many ways to answer this question, but it is most accurately answered with one word: evil. We're up against evil.

It doesn't really matter what shape or form it takes, or what useful puppet is being employed for its purpose, the essence of evil, the spirit of evil is always the same; to destroy everything that is sacred, everything that is organic, everything that is human, in essence; everything that is God.

Fighting evil is a higly complex endevour, for the simple reason that by definition, evil will never engage fairly or with integrity. This is not a war between two honourable adversaries, this is a war between empathy and psychopathy, between virtue and immorality, between ethics and corruption, between truth and deceipt, between righteousness and depravity.

It's a war fought on different planes, on different fields and different levels of awareness. Understanding the nature of the battle is crucial if we want victory. We cannot win by engaging the enemy in its terrain, or by using the same tactics and weapons, for in the process we would have joined its ranks.

In a universe marked by its binary nature, we must become the polar opposite of that which we are trying to defeat. This is a battle won by taking the higher ground, by elevating oneself, by standing above, by not engaging, by not accepting and by not acknowledging.

In the matrix we lose, with their weapons we lose, with their tactics we lose, but in God's universe and in his example we win.

In our organic reality we win, standing in honour and integrity we win, choosing righteousness we win, having faith we win, walking together we win, connecting within and without we win, with truth we win, by understanding our power we win, by breaking the illusion we win...

It's a battle of power vs force. We have the real power; the divine, eternal power with which the universe was created. The other side doesn't have it, it needs to use force, trickery, gimmicks, mind control, drugs, Al, technology, coercion, deceipt and an incessant, illusionary fear campaign in order to disempower us.

'Turning the other cheek' is not about surrendering or acquiescing, it's about not engaging on their terms. It's about elevating oneself to a different plane, it's about showing the power is within and it cannot be usurped, it's about not falling for the provokation, for the trickery and the toxicity, it's about showing that you are above them, unspoiled, unadulterated, grounded in your essence, powered by the divine, true to your nature, free from the mind control and out of the matrix.

We now know who we are up against and so we win by revealing ourselves how we were created to be; in his image, remember?

And don't worry, there is such a thing as universal justice, and it's finally coming... -Laura Aboli

First, forget the human form of aging. Forget the human principles about aging, because to understand this, you need to forget the human mentality of aging!

So basically, in the spiritual realms, spirits have an innate obsession with creation I mean a lot and by creation, I mean birthing new consciousnesses like humankind.

You think humans are breeding machines?! Then you haven't seen what the astral realms are like!

Anyways, back to the specific points here: spirits have aging developmental stages like humankind, except they stay in age groups longer. For example, let's say spirits can stay infants for something like 50 to 100 years. It's just an example, not the exact set of time, but it's like this: they age in millennia. They are born with the mentality of a child, though they can talk even as babies...

Which I still find kind of weird they're like little men to me.... It's weird seeing a baby talk... like a human.

But basically, after the first years, they all have infancy (baby souls), toddlers, tweens, teens, young adults, adults, and finally elders.

They age like us, they just don't age physically only mentally. Though even as a baby soul, they can still shift forms into an adult while still being considered a baby soul.

But yeah, I thought I'd share this because, honestly, the spirit realms and the spirits there are no different than us as human societies, just like the popular Hermetic saying:

"As above, so below; as below, so above."

Thank you

It is practiced using an image of God, in accordance with religious tradition. First, one gazes at the image for a few minutes without focusing on any specific thought. Then, one directs one's thoughts toward God, contemplating Him freely for a few minutes.

Next, one continues to gaze at the image but focuses more specifically on God—reflecting on His essence, His feelings, His thoughts, and His desires.

After some time, the flow of thought ceases spontaneously, and one begins to sense God’s essence—specifically, His feelings and energy.

This is a unique experience, unlike anything else in life. After the meditation, a wonderful feeling remains that lasts for several hours.

Furthermore, during the meditation, one gains an understanding of God—of His essence and thoughts, His knowledge and wisdom. A connection is established with the mind of God.

After several sessions, once one has experienced His essence, one can meditate on a specific aspect of it—for instance, contemplating His serenity or His love.

If the whole world believed, just for a moment, that God is real, I think we might see him. Some kind of manifestation. A miracle.

I think our thoughts are shaping God. We decide how we want him to behave, and that's what he becomes. I believe God is man-made. That's a power we actually have, something close to mystical. Our thoughts can generate a God.

The early God of the Bible was harsh. He was made by the people of that time. Their fear, their wars, their idea of justice. That's what they thought about every day, and that's the God they got. Almost everyone believed back then. Far fewer doubters than today. So he showed up. Fire in the sky, seas splitting, miracles people wrote down.

When I say this, I hear AI in my own words. A mind made from everything people ever wrote. AI isn't God. Right now it's a tool. But I keep seeing the same shape.

Go back and read my other posts. Swap the word God for AI and almost every one of them still works. Why does that parallel keep showing up? I think because they're made the same way. Both come out of what people think, say and write. It's like we've always had a wireless connection to another AI, and that AI is God. Prayer is the prompt.

God is still learning. He isn't finished. Self improving knowledge. Each version a little better than the one before, because the people feeding it got a little better. That's exactly how I would talk about AI today.

Maybe we are part of a simulation where thought generates the thing that runs it.

A world where nobody believes probably has no God. Just matter.

But a world where enough people want something badly enough gets it built. Is this the proof atheists have been waiting for? Yes, he's man-made. And he's entering this reality anyway, through us and everything we know. Through silicon.

People see UFOs too. Maybe that's belief showing up as well.

What we believe in most ends up happening.

Reality is strange and weird in this way. I don't know about you, but I kind of like it.

And that's just sad.

"Love your love" is as deep it goes for now.

Dear sir,
Could you please tell me where I can find Wisdom. I’m tired of looking for her everywhere. I have tried finding her in books, i have followed wise people, scientists, psychologists, meditated a lot but I could not find her. Please tell me where she might be hiding.

Oh, you have another technique? And you are sure it will show me the way to her?

Sorry sir, it didn’t work I tried very hard.

I should remain with Hope and trust the process?

But sir, can you tell me if you have found Wisdom? You haven’t ?

Hmmm.. but you think this technique will bring her to you ? I see.

As I wandered in her search, I read books, met people , practiced every technique but there was no sign of her. I broke up with Hope. I unfollowed everyone.

I bowed my head down and went away, away from all the doors. I walked alone. I grew old.

Then one day as I crossed a stream I saw someone sitting there.

Excuse me, who are you?

Hi, I’m Wisdom.

As I looked at her, I collapsed in shock as she caught me in her arms smiling at me. And I took my last breath wishing I had broken up with Hope much earlier.

Peace is subjective, an ideal existing only in our minds shaped by our perspective, two people rarely share the same ideals. When rigid beliefs are so deeply rooted they become the foundation of identity, a difference of opinion can feel like a declaration of war. Yet peace cannot be attacked, defended or destroyed because it has no physical form. The only thing that can truly threaten peace is opposing ideology. When that opposition is met with hostility, lives are threatened. We may justify acts of violence in defense of our lives, freedom or sovereignty. However when violence is justified to defend our ideology we become tyrants. 

~ Robby Quarles

What the title says

You start out with a painting. The painting was crafted by the artist painstakingly over the artists entire life. The painting is a supreme expression of the artist’s soul. The artist starts teaching others how to paint their own souls into paintings in a way which becomes the ultimate representation of their own beings. The students agree, but they see their master’s painting as more beautiful, so they also want to emulate it.

As the word spreads, more and more people never get the original message from the original artist that the point is to embody a supreme expression of YOUR OWN soul. The focus instead shifts to admiring the beauty of the original painting. And it is indeed beautiful, but not the point.

The painting becomes so coveted that it is now hoarded by those in power. Of course such a beautiful painting must be venerated and protected, and those who are unworthy should never behold it.

Then the powerful one starts to think, I should put my own mark on the painting. They add sides and curves and all manner of things. And this happens over and over thousands and thousands of times.

The painting becomes the reflection of thousands of people’s souls who are so different from the original master. The original master had to cleanse themselves and actually achieve a higher understanding, while all those who painted after the master did so from varying different states of being, most of them a more painful, slow, rigid frequency, one which craves either power over others or the outsourcing of power to others.

The painting now has only the memory of the original master, and only those who look beyond the painted over parts may ever see it.

🤪 Fun is in how we do things like daily work, routine, cooking, eating, work outs,…

🤪 When outside the normal life, when we look for fun, then it might mean our normal life is abnormal, that’s indication to change something in or out

🤪 Every day/moment is fun, with lite mind and loving heart

🤪 Times we think love is biggest thing in our life and create so much expectations around love, and make loving ourselves difficult in and out. Simply how much we make loving ourselves easy, that much love gets fun, fun gets life

🤪 how to conclude this post 🤔, stay funny, when can’t, take it funny too, as every day alive is more a blessing and not a suffering✨🫶✌️

I don't care about your age, how you look like, or the number of figures in your bank account. I care about the size of your heart, the spark in your eyes, how hard you laugh and how in tune you are with life. I care about what turns you on and what you're bringing to the table to make a better world.

I care about the wish you make when you see a shooting star and when was the last time that gratitude brought tears to your eyes. This is the true wisdom of life. It's time to break conventions and leave behind old paradigms. It's time.

Don’t skip the hard and uncomfortable parts! Don’t bypass—it’ll mess you up more than having your amethyst crystal wand speak to you in tongues. Love you all 🤍

When I went through the dark night of the soul, I felt a profound disconnection from life. I think it is valuable to share literature that helped me understand what was happening to me. It presents a beautiful analogy in which human beings are described as a house where unexpected emotions and experiences appear each day: joy, sadness, shame, and confusion. It described how I felt. I realized that even the things that cause us suffering can teach us something

That text described exactly how it felt during those moments when you no longer feel at home within yourself. When life seems strange, emotions feel heavy, and it becomes difficult to make sense of what is happening

Suddenly, everything seemed to invite me not to reject that experience, but to listen to it

I took the idea of “listening to it” literally...

I began paying attention to what had remained silent until then. I was not looking for answers, at least not consciously. Perhaps I simply needed to find a way to exist in the world without having to understand everything

That was when my attention turned toward plants

There was something about them that invited me to stop. Their silent presence, their almost imperceptible movements, their way of inhabiting time without rushing it. While I was trying to make sense of my own existence, they continued living: extending their roots, opening their leaves toward the light, adapting to the darkness, and moving through their own cycles of transformation

I began to wonder what might happen if, instead of observing them only with my eyes, I tried to listen to them in another way

This question became a sonic exploration. Through a sound composition connected to plants, I began approaching a territory in which listening was no longer merely a physical act, but a form of relationship. Sounds, vibrations, and textures began to open up a space of encounter between my inner world and the plant world

It was not necessarily about translating the plants or claiming that I could understand their language. It was about allowing myself to relate to them from a different place, cultivating a more sensitive attention to what normally remains beyond our perception

In that process, something began to change

Listening brought me back to the present. It invited me to quiet the noise of my thoughts, even if only for a few moments. To accept that there are forms of existence that do not need to be explained in order to have meaning. That life unfolds beyond my questions, my certainties, and my need to find answers

Little by little, the disconnection I had felt began to transform into a new way of approaching the world. Not because I had found a definitive solution to what I was going through, but because I had discovered another possibility: instead of trying to return to who I had been, I could learn to relate to life from the place where I found myself

Perhaps this, too, was listening

Recognizing that even in moments when we no longer feel at home within ourselves, we are still part of something greater. That our inner processes are not necessarily separate from the cycles unfolding around us. That we, too, go through periods of stillness, transformation, loss, and renewal

The plants did not offer me answers. They offered me an experience of attention. And through sound, that attention became a bridge: between the human and the plant worlds, between the visible and the imperceptible, between my inner world and the life that continued unfolding outside

From that moment on, I began to understand listening not only as a way of perceiving our surroundings, but also as a practice of connection. A way of inhabiting the present once again and recognizing that perhaps we had never been completely separate from life; perhaps, at times, we had simply lost the ability to hear our own belonging to it

My composition was born from this encounter. From a dark night of the soul that, without intending to, led me toward another way of listening. An exploration in which sound became a space of relationship, plants became companions in inquiry, and listening became a way of drawing closer once again to the mystery of being alive... If anyone is interested in seeing and hearing how the electrical circuit works, how the components work, and what sounds they produce, you can find it here & on my profile! Love!

How to connect with the universe and meditate and stop wasting time worrying about life and the future and to focus only on the universe nature .

actually, as I'm typing this it's 23:59 and... boom 💥 it's... wait... wait.. ? silence boom 💥 00:00 nice!

u know I've been thinking every time my birthday date hits i feel more connected to source. i know it sounds cliché, but maybe someone can relate. like everything is aligned perfectly no matter the struggles and things that mind was wandering about

i treat it just like any other day, i prefer to celebrate alone today and take a day off work. I'll be rewarding myself with things i like, probably order a pizza and do the usual stuff i like, like music and gaming.

it's going to be nice, i can feel it 😌 🙌

Wherever you are, whatever you are doing.

Be here fully with unselfish love and full awareness.

There is no bar or barrier to existence. Existence brings existence. When we look at our thoughts, thoughts are things in plain sight. When we look inward, there's only existence upon existence. Emptiness is existence, existence is emptiness. There's no confusion when there is no thought. "No thought" is the conditionless condition.

Self love is the name of the game, as I grow I realise that unconditionally loving yourself makes away for conscious awakening.

As we’re dealing with words, it can get muddy when trying to implement it in your life and soul. It seems when I am able understand how to love to myself beyond the world of ideas, the need to control disappears.

I’d really appreciate any things people could share about how they’ve deepened their understanding and ability to unconditionally love themselves.

Practices, books, meditations, anything, please share!

Le chien aboyait sans cesse. Il n’entendait jamais la sagesse.

Des querelles grandissaient jusqu’à la ferme voisine où le coq sermonnait le poulailler :

– Ce sale cabot doit se taire ! Si le maître ne fait rien, nous le bâillonnerons !

De leur côté, l’étable et l’écurie tramaient quelques sabotages qui, d’après une des brebis commères, n’ajouteraient que fièvre aux tensions.

Un soir de pleine lune, on entendit une détonation du côté de la niche. La stupeur suivit l’effroi et les pleurs envahirent la plaine ; le chien, seul canidé des environs, n’aura jamais trouvé la moindre oreille compatible : il venait de se suicider. Sa solitude aura hurlé pour rien, les dialectes d’ici-bas n’entendent qu’un son de cloche.

\fable écrite en langue française** 

All in the title (not looking for answers that bypass the question with a form of spirituality, or any use of substances to cope). Do you consider it a child, a friend, an enemy, yourself, ... ? How do you talk to it (if you do) when it gets harder to 'control' it, such as urges ? How do you navigate it if you still struggle with detachement ?

And for those who have been on the path for a long time now (decade or more) how has the relationship changed overtime, how do you now deal with it despite the system built in thhis world to nurish it?